Forever Luna

Assistance

noun ~ the action of helping someone with a job or task

PHOENIX

On a high of adrenaline, nothing could get in my way. The twins, my mate and my unborn child were all well and nothing has gone wrong in a long time. It was peaceful, and I relished in the peace of my morning routine.

Peace never lasted long. Chaos lingered like smoke after a fire, like ash waiting to come back to life.

I was calm. I was happy in my office overlooking the next pack visit when the phone rang.

My curiosity got the best of me when the number came up as unidentified. It was not a mobile; the code screaming northern territory.

Probably another pack wanting to complain about my mate's blood. So far, we have kept the transformation of Calida away from interfering ears. It was successful in its concept, and the results would've been just as strong if we had really cracked down on the small probabilities of her escaping.

We should've pressed tying her down somewhere safe. Our own naivety and trust betrayed us.

I answered on the sixth ring, a soft sigh as the phone connected.

"Alpha Titan, Blood Moon." I murmured.

The male on the other side of the phone barely waited a heartbeat before throwing harsh words and insults at me. Too much for me to consider. My eyes darkened as he continued to belittle me. I caught the tail end of curse words and accusations of war before I snapped.

Snarling, I cut him off. "Who do you think you are, calling me and shouting at me unprovoked?"

"I am Beta Jermaine of the Valborga pack." He snapped. "Your fucking beta just stormed out pack on a murder spree."

I paused, the burning fury in my chest simmering. "My beta? I think you are mistaken, Jermaine."

He growled, frustrated. "I am standing here amongst the remains of fifteen of my patrolmen, three innocent bystanders, my alpha, and the knowledge that your beta did this."

"Beta Evans is not a murderer. I believe there is a misunderstanding."

"Well, isn't he your pack?"

I hesitated. "No... He is taking time away for personal reasons."

Jermaine snorted. "More like he lost his shit again. Don't think we don't know that you keep feral wolves close, Alpha."

I snarled, clutching the phone in my hand. "I suggest you retrace your findings, Beta, before you cause a battle that you will not win if a simple rogue wolf has killed half of your pack."

"I have more of my pack chasing after him this insistent!" He insisted. "Brown wolf with distinct markings of your beta running with a damn feral rogue female with tricolour fur."

Fuck. It was Charlie.

"Now I do not know why your beta is running with feral wolves, Alpha, but I can assure you that this means war." He growled. "Your pack member has murdered my own."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. This was the first we have heard from Charlie in months, and it wasn't good news. I was pleased he was alive, but to kill innocent wolves was something I was dreading. Had he too gone rogue? Has his wolf taken over like it did so many years ago?

Fucking dammit.

"I apologise, Beta Jermaine." I murmured. "But I dismissed my beta from my pack and all duties around ten weeks ago. He is no longer a member of Blood Moon. His actions are not of ours."