Yes Your Highness 18+

07

It was only a few weeks later that the chatter around the pack started buzzing with excitement. As the sun dipped below the horizon, I overheard wolves animatedly recounting their experiences from the recent hunt. Their voices carried the thrill of adventure, describing how they sprinted through the dense, shadowy woods, their breath visible in the crisp night air. They spoke of glistening snow crowning the mountaintops—a sight that was all too familiar to me; after all, the peaks were perpetually adorned in white, towering high above the valleys like ancient guardians of the forest. 

Gathered around a massive bonfire that crackled and popped, the whole pack exchanged stories woven with suspense and eerie charm. The flames danced in the night, illuminating their faces as they shared spooky ghost tales, each one more chilling than the last. But amid the laughter and shivers, one story stood out, gripping my attention like no other. When Sasha began to speak, her voice low and captivating, she told the haunting tale of an alpha who had been cast out from his land, an exile wandering the world in search of a new pack. 

Listening to Sasha had always been a delight for me as a young pup, her storytelling weaving a tapestry of emotions and imagery that transported me beyond the confines of my reality. "Oo, spooky," Samara piped up, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she glanced in my direction. "I would smash that." Her words caught me off guard, and I rolled my eyes in a playful exasperation. But her bold comment only earned her a look of sass in return—a playful exchange that brought forth a burst of laughter from me.

Hedrick, our former alpha, joined in, recounting how the lore suggested that the exiled alpha had made his home atop a treacherous mountain, overlooking a village that lay nestled in the valley below. The story tugged at the corners of my memory, dragging me back to last year when I had desperately pleaded to join my parents on a hunt, only to be met with firm refusals. I quickly shoved that memory aside and buried it deep, as I did with so many others. Was I still considering running away, seeking an escape from a life that felt so unfulfilling? I wasn't sure. Thoughts swirled in my mind like leaves in a strong wind, and confusion wrapped around me like a heavy cloak.

Riley, the wolf who captured my heart in ways I struggled to comprehend, had promised to look after me, naming me his Luna—a title that carried an undertone of authority and reverence, akin to being a queen. I often found myself pondering what that truly meant. As Sasha continued her tale, she spoke of the exiled alpha's ruthless nature, how he was said to roam the lands, searching for another pack to conquer. When her words faded into silence, an uncomfortable tension settled over the group, enveloping me like the cold embrace of the night.

With the chaos of stories in the background fading, all that remained was the serene quiet of the dark, star-studded sky above us. I cast my gaze to my parents, their figures silhouetted against the flickering bonfire. Meanwhile, Riley seemed lost in thought, his expression inscrutable—either deeply pensive or plotting something known only to him. Each moment felt charged with unspoken possibilities, leaving me with a sense of uncertainty about my place in it all.

The air hung heavy with tension as Rajah shattered the silence, his voice cutting through the quiet like a knife. "It's also said that he is now looking for a mate to claim his own. To bear his pups of chaos." A chill ran down my spine at his words, and I couldn't help but flinch in my seat. He had to be joking, right? Who would ever refer to it that way? In my mind, I found myself questioning the absurdity of it all while the sound of my wolf echoed, howling for my attention. If I could just find this elusive shapeshifter, perhaps he could be my ticket to freedom. My wolf's cries grew louder, resonating through the dark shadows that enveloped us.

"So, you're saying that he needs a Luna?" piped up a young pup, his youthful curiosity evident in his tone. He couldn't have been more than ten years old. I turned my gaze toward him, acknowledging his question. "By the sounds of it, yeah," I replied, my mind still reeling from the implications of Rajah's comment.