Chapter 10

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Hi guys chapter dedicated to Extremewanderer who is nearly the 1st to vote and comment. Thank u so much for your support

Elder Makarov PoV:

          When one is as old or rather as ancient as I am, pretty much nothing can surprise you any more. Yet when Alpha Whilliams had told me about Omega Olivers' boy, surprise was the first emotion to surface in me. I had known Olivers since he was a young lad and I have always been his admirer and he a close friend. When I first met him, he was still a trainee under his father and even then he exhibited quite the skill and agility of a seasoned warrior. He had an aura of power and valor glowing brightly even on the darkest of the days. He was the embodiment of kindness and compassion. Even more impressive was his utterly blind loyalty to the throne and his alpha. The news of the downfall of the kingdom was hard on my old soul, but what was more heart breaking was the possibility of my dear friend's death. When the elders' council had met years back to look into the attack on the kingdom, I had volunteered more than willingly to look into the matter hoping deep down that my friend was alive and well. Most of the bodies were burnt beyond recognition but we were able to conclude beyond doubt that the royal blood line had come to an end and none had survived to speek of what had happened. I mourned for the loss of all those innocent lives taken away before their time and most of all for my dear friend Jeffrey Olivers, a true legend. The news about the boy kindled a new flame of hope in me. A remote possibility of seeing a dear friend again. Elder Ruskin who was already there at the pack house, had informed me about the events that had happened so far in the last two days. And truth be told nothing less was expected of Olivers' son.

            But when I finally arrive at the packhouse in the afternoon, I have to say I'm a bit disappointed. May be the word disappointed is a little too harsh, but never the less I can't say I am happy. Because when Alpha Whilliams ushered me to the interrogation room, what I see is a battered boy covered in blood, sweat and mud sitting with his head hung low. I look around me confused. I notice Elder Ruskin among the others in the room. So I mind link him. All us elders are connected even though we may have belonged to different packs. I ask him if there was a mistake as I couldn't believe it was the same boy they had claimed to have taken down full grown rogues sitting utterly bashed up now in front of of me. But when he shakes his head in response I turn to the others in the room. There was the beta, omega and the delta in the room other than the alpha and the elder. I have never really known why this pack still needs a delta. Back when the times were a little more harsh and civil wars were a common thing within the packs, there was a need for the Delta force. If one was to compare the wolf world to the human world, then the Alpha would be the President, the Beta the vice president with the Omega and his warriors being the army and the Delta and his enforcers being the police. But now there is no question of civil strife within packs and in most packs the deltas have become obsolete. But who am I to judge the Alpha's better judgement. Or for that matter the goddess's. She is the artist who weaves the tapestry of fate and we are merely the threads she chooses to use.

             By Goddess I always float way to cuckoo land when I start talking to myself in my head. Coming back to the matter at hand, I decide it's time to just plain ask what has happened rather than speculating unnecessarily. "My good men what is the meaning of all this. You make me drag my rusty bones all the way here and all you do is stare at me. I really appreciate it if any one of you would tell me what has happened here?" I ask. It's the Delta who speeks up," If I may speek Elder Makarov, " he pauses for my permission. I nod and ask him to continue. He walks up to me and ," The truth is none of us know what exactly happened. He and one other boy...one of the Enforcer trainees was brought in charged with illegal fighting in the training centre by the instructor and my son just a few minutes before your arrival. They said it was more like an unfair fight. Peter here was just not putting up much of a fight, he just stood there getting punched. And when we brought them in for questioning, he said that he is not pressing charges and he has no complaint."

            I look at the boy as he sits there calm and composed. He looks up and his warm brown eyes meet mine. "Can he see us?" I ask. Someone tells me that he can't. I don't pay much attention to it and continue to observe the boy. He looks nothing like Jeffrey. His hair which is caked with mud and blood now, is surely not blonde. And he sure has hell doesn't have his father's crooked nose. But the boy could as well have gone after his mother. I have never really seen Jeffrey 's wife so I can't really compare. But somehow the boy's face does appear familiar. " There's really no point in just staring at the boy through this thick glass you know. I suggest you drag your lazy self over there and go talk to him." my wolf Igneal murmurs in my head. He had a bad habit of popping up in my head at odd times. But he is right. I need to talk to that boy.

            "Gentlemen, I would like to speek with the boy in private. So if you all would just step out please." I say literally pushing them out. "Thank you my good men." I say before closing the door. I light my pipe and take a few puffs. A habit of mine that I had resolved to stop many times with out much success.

Hii guys
I know this chapter is kind of boring. The thing is I wanted to introduce some of the recurring characters. der will also be changes from the usual stereotypes of werewolf pack life.
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