The Moon Child

Chapter 11

Po's PoV:

" Yovanah Lupe Lucario of the wolverine clan, the last of the royal bloodline of Torlac, the first Alpha king!! What on the goddess's green earth were you thinking, getting yourself beaten up like this ?!!" Shiera yells in my head. "Could you stop yelling in my head. Hate it when you start reciting my family tree out like that. Like I care. You are giving me a headache" I snap back at her and she growls back at me. I can feel her anger surging through my body. I need to calm her down. If I don't there's a high chance that she might take over and shift now that I'm in my weakened state. I take deep breaths and even out my breathing and heart rate. I lean forward and rest my head on the table. The cold surface gives a soothing relief.

"Shiera, I know you are upset." I start but she cuts me off, " Save it Yovanah...you disgraced the royal bloodline by letting a puny nobody of the pack beat you up. And I'm not gonna let it go." I can feel my claws beginning to extend and my canines starting to grow longer. I clench my hands tightly and literally draw blood. " Stop it Shiera!! Please... For god's sake Shiera, we cannot blow our cover. Not now. I know I let you down. But the last thing you want is to let pops down." I can feel her calming down on mentioning about Jeff. The claws and the canines recede back. And my mind suddenly feels empty. I call out for her. But no response. Great! Now she has locked herself away. I look around the room I'm in. The walls are heavily padded and soundproofed, no windows, just a roof to floor length mirror forming one of the walls. I have watched enough of police movies with Ramon's kids to know that this is some kind of an interrogation room and that's a two way mirror. I stare at mirror hoping to catch a glimpse of whoever's behind that mirror. But all I see is a bloody, muddy and ruffled up me staring right back. I sigh audibly wondering when I can get out of this place.

Just then I hear the door open and on looking back I see an old man with white fluffy hair and exceptionally long beard puffing away his pipe like an old steam engine. I can feel his powerful aura. Definitely an Elder. He calmly walks over and sits across from me. Eyeing me intensely he takes a deep puff and blows out a few smoke circles. He strangely resembles a particular wizard whose name I can't remember from those highly inaccurate yet very entertaining human movies. "I'm Elder Macarof from the Neowolf clan and currently serving as the council chief. Elder Murtag from your wolverine clan was a good friend of mine. Goddess rest his soul...So you are Jeffrey's son?" He asks me for which I nod. "I have known him since he was around your age. A delightful lad. Full of energy. He too was a dear friend of mine. You don't resemble him much you know." I feel his black beady eyes piercing through me. "I went after my mother, sir" I mumble. He looks at me a little doubtfully, but chooses to ignore it. "Well then, lets talk about the elephant in the room. What happened to you lad? Why did you choose not to fight?" He asks me leaning forward a little closer to me. I look at him with a bored expression, choosing not to answer. He waits patiently, smoking his pipe.

A few minutes have passed, still no sign of annoyance on his face. "You can take all the time in the world son...I'm in no hurry" he says calmly to me. Finally the pin drop silence in the rooms gets on my nerves. I curse under my breath and give in. " With all due respect Elder, I have nothing to say." I say a little annoyed. He snubs out the pipe he was smoking and gives me a 'are you kidding me' look. I stand up banging my fists on the table annoyed. "Fine I'll talk. I didn't fight back cause if I did then I would have killed him. He was pushing all the wrong buttons. Damn that crazy mongrel...pls excuse my language Elder Macarof." I take a few calming breaths and continue. " No matter what fancy names I have given to myself like nomad...wanderer...and all that, the bitter truth is my entire pack has been wiped out, our clan disintegrated into tiny packs fighting for power and I'm an orphan and a rogue. I belong nowhere. If I'm to hurt that wolf, then I would be punished with no questions asked. Because he is pack and I'm not. And the last thing I want is to rot away in their dungeon." I blink back the tears threatening to fall and sit back on the chair.