The Alpha Wars

Chapter 4

It had felt like hours since I heard another person's voice, and yet my body still reacted to how the guy's voices made me feel, their touch leaving a vibrating sensation on my skin.. The hairs on my skin lifted with such ease that it made me miss being in that room.

In all my life I didn't know what could or would make me feel the way I did. Not until my first experience in the closet with that unknown guy. It was a strange feeling. I didn't know if I was unattractive; if my head was always hidden behind a book or if there was something actually wrong with me. I was so out of the loop in my school that I wasn't even sure if people actually knew my name. No one here bothered to ask; maybe they already knew, or maybe they just didn't care.

Everybody that I've met has only called me 'Luna Dea', what a ridiculous name. I couldn't be a Goddess of all things. No way.

I was trapped in this room by the armoured man who kept his face well hidden. I didn't know what to say or do so instead I bathed in my own curiosity; drowning in it every single second the silence had comfortably settled. I closed my eyes and allowed my chin to rest on the edge of my palm as I thought.
The guard must have sensed my aggravation somehow. Maybe it was a wolf thing. Yeah, I said it. I've come to believe it. It wasn't that long ago I used the hot bath provided to wash off the smell of dead dogs and blood.
He came behind me swiftly and presented a book, his smell was confusing. As if it was masked.

He left a book on a small table in front of me, and remained quiet. "Luna Dea." I heard in the deepest voice, it brought a shiver down my spine. I moved my hand, allowing the dress' material to slip off my arm to my elbow and picked up the book that was titled 'A God's Tale'.  I flicked through it, many pictures with small paragraphed stories.
"Many of the stories you see there are what we read to the pack's pups. They're myths, stories, nothing close to being true. Except that one." His finger came quick to pause and weigh heavily on the page my own thumb had accidentally stopped at. At the top it read 'Luna Dea'. Stroking my interest, my eyes dropped to read the first paragraph but he, the guard, didn't allow what my eyes were scanning to be read quietly in my head.

"There was a time, long ago where mortals and werewolves lived in harmony and knew of each other's existence. Where they both celebrated each other's lives and respected their beliefs.
The Moon Goddess had lived so many lives before retiring to where she was born: in the darkest corner of heaven where the only source of light was her white heart."

I scoffed slightly, this sounded like a fantasy but the small drawing of the goddess proved to be quite settling. A maiden with silver hair and long, light dress; a gradient of purple and pure white. She seemed like a dream.

"She was a friend, a confidant and mother to all wolves and a lover of humans.
On the last day of her stay, the Matrem Omnium (mother of all) was thrown a farewell party. Tears of love, pain and sadness had been shed, touching the deepest part of her heart.
'To stay is death,
To leave is heartbreak,
So I leave a part of me,
With you to love and care for,
As you have done for me,
And I always will for you.'
The Moon Goddess bared her heart and allowed her love to flow through her tears.
Her tears touched the ground and there bloomed a child of hair black as night and eyes grey like the Goddess' hair.
Born between fates, destined to be loved by all like she was.

Mateless but mated to all.

Heaven's child of the night."

The words were heavy and I was left breathless, with goosebumps parading the calmness of my skin. I looked to the guard and he took that as confirmation to speak. "It was said that when the child grew, she was beautiful –bewitching even.  And powerful, just like her mother. So when she was old enough, the Alpha of the pack she was born in took her as his mate and Luna." His voice grew quite as his back faced me and his focus was on the window, arms crossed and contemplating, of what I am unsure. "Together they were loved and feared. It was believed she would bestow power on the pack she ruled and many did, fearful of the wrath she would bring. Perhaps she wielded similar powers to her mother."

"The alpha she was Luna to believed their children would possess powers... he was hungry for it you see. And she saw it. The innocence from which she was born to had completely disappeared and she fell ill. Surrounded by greed, death and an never-ending war that promised to grow because of her."

His words touched my heart and also broke it... if I was this supposed.. Luna Dea.. then, looking at the greed I see now, of course I would end up the same.

"Reborn time and time again, beside her mate, has won wars and shown the potential of werewolves and the very sweet possibility of peace. However it's said that every attempt at 'peace' has been met with greed, death and destruction. Which in turn fatally acts upon the Luna Dea's health. Over time, her appearance had come to a halt. To a time where modern werewolves are left unaware of... you, and celebrate blindly of your return but grieve behind close doors for all that's going to be lost." The passion he surrendered forced me to go against my instincts of putting a hand on his shoulder and instead taking a step back. He was right, there's been so much death already. In my name's sake and I hadn't asked for it. I wasn't meant to have blood on my hands but it seemed almost impossible to imagine otherwise. Why must anyone die for me? I didn't ask for this.

"I don't think the Moon Goddess wanted this, either." The last word, I didn't quite hear; too lost in this idea, this supposed fate.
"This isn't real. It can't be. I.. can't be who you want.. This Luna–whatever." I begin to panic, my breathing growing fast and heavy.

"No, perhaps not. But you're exactly what we need." A new voice drew my attention, it was dark and anything but inviting, or reassuring.

And I wasn't jumping to see who it came from.