Alpha Elijah

Chapter 7

"Mais pourquoi es-tu en Angleterre si c'est toi qui est attaqué?" I asked the ambassador of the Croissant de Lune Pack.

"But why are you in England if you are the one being attacked?" My translator quietly translated to Beta James, who seemed almost glad to see me again.

"Elder Nysa." A girl called before I could get my answer. "You are needed at the hospital, more casualties are coming in." I nodded.

"Excusez-moi." I smiled to the annoyed french wolf. "Good to see you again Beta." I said, passing my old jailer.

The past 200 years were spent in relative solitude. I never did join a new pack but had solidified my position on the Elder council, now overseeing many packs and acting as an adjudicator for inter-pack disputes, and this was no different. The Black shawl pack now essentially ran the British isles, and Croissant de Lune had attacked in fear of the pack spreading it's influence to mainland Europe. It had been a foolish move, supported only in word by many other fearful packs, that had resulted in exactly what they had been hoping to avoid.

My pack-less life had become something of a legend in parts of the world, as other Elders still had a place to call home. It meant that I was the perfect negotiator, having no ties to any pack that could influence my decisions. I had traveled even further than before as an Elder and Zeta, only solidifying my standing. But with power comes great burden.

Around 50 years ago I had the first person attempt to assassinate me after I had condemned their pack for it's murderous rampage across east Asia. I was lucky for my resistance to wolfs-bane or I could have been killed. I rarely traveled alone after that, always having an escort or two provided by the Elder council. I had been attacked many times since then and knew somewhat how to protect myself.

Even after I had left the hospital at midnight Beta James was waiting for me.

"My Alpha was hoping to have a meeting with you." He said, as I passed him and entered the hospital garage.

"What for?" I asked dismissively, signaling for my guards to slow as the Beta walked along-side me.

"He is finally hosting a conference at the pack." He said proudly and I raised my eyebrows in surprise.

"So he has his mate?" I asked, turning to face the Beta.

"No..." He sighed. "But he's in a stable position without it." He grinned. "And my sister really wants to see you, she's felt lonely since being stuck at home with little Mindy." 

"Where is best to meet?" I asked, missing my old friend. I had seen her and Rebecca a few times at Zeta conferences throughout the years, but time always seemed to pass so quickly and they had only wanted to talk about their own mates. 

"He was hoping for a video call in the morning, any time between 9 and 10 if that is okay with you?" The Beta asked and I nodded.

"Sounds good." I smiled.

"This is his contact details." he said, passing me a small business card. "We'll leave it up to you to do the contacting, as I am sure you are exhausted after your day."

"Thanks..." I muttered. "I'll see what I can do." I sighed. I wasn't particularly in the mood to deal with this, but knew that Black Shawl pack allowing in outsiders was a rare occurrence and it was a good chance to stick it to some of the misogynists on the council that considered me no more than a mascot. 

By the time I got home, it was already midnight but I was struggling to sleep. It was rare that I got the opportunity to have a one-on-one conversation with an Alpha of such a powerful pack. I normally talked to the Beta or some other representative.