Blue Moon

*This book was one of the first ones I had posted on wattpad so this is a warning that the first couple chapters will be pretty bad, well, in my thoughts at least, but hopefully once you get more into it you'll start enjoying it*

The only thing heard in the dark brisk night is the sound of a woman screaming in agony.

Music playing outside the castle walls, right out front of the balcony that will soon reveal their wolf princess.

Up in the castle, a man sits watching from a separate window, looking down at the rowdy and joyful crowd of wolves. "They should be happy" the man thinks to himself as the party goes on below, children dancing along to the music, men drinking away as they laugh and get drunk, the woman smiling and chatting amongst each other as they look up anxiously at the castle walls.

Then, the woman stops her cries.

The man doesn't show emotion as he just stares down at the rambunctious crowd. The night air filled with laughter and cheers.

-

A few minutes later a guard walks into the room, his navy cape hanging from his fancy black suit as he looks towards the man in sadness. "my king" the man says and the man-as in the king- looks away from the crowd and towards the guard, his chestnut brown eyes baring into the man, his facial expression now showing want and fear. The guard finally speaks.

"It's a boy sir... Healthy and blue eyed" the guard says and the man looks up and frowns at the guard... Boy? His family always had girls, a princess to mate with one of the many willing men, having children as did he and his wife. They didn't know if it was a boy or girl each year, but the tradition was so repetitive, it was just simply an expectation, would always be the same... And now it's suddenly wrong, all these men wanting to mate with a beautiful young lady, all they get is a man. This isn't right.

"And my wife?" the king asks standing up from his chair by the window and walking towards the guard, cape flowing behind him as he slowly waltzed over to the guard.

"She is dead." The guard says, eyes falling to the floor, body slouching in sadness. The kings face falls, his waltz stops and he tries to search. into the guards eye's that only show confusion and sadness. "Are you telling the truth?" He asks, the king wouldn't dare to believe that his mate was dead, he didn't like to be angry with the guards, but at such heart breaking news, he had the right. But the guard quickly nods, shifting uncomfortably in his stance. "May I see my wife before the child?" the king asks flatly and the guard nods, opening the door for the king and escorting him down the long narrow corridors until finally coming to the king and queens bedroom. The guard opening the doors to the bedroom and looking inside before the king could come in. Whispering something before fully opening the door and moving out of the way, the king walks slowly into the room, barely holding himself together as he tried to hold the weight that was his head, high.

He looks around until his gaze lands on the bloody, pale, frail body of his wife. The king sighs deeply, holding back his tears as he walks over to the queen. Maids and servants moved away from the bed, many of them with tears falling down their faces, giving him sympathetic smiles and stares as he climbed onto the bed. He kisses the top of his wife's head and than brushes her sweaty bangs out of her pale lifeless face.

"Sweat dreams my love." The king whispers, his voice thick with tears, his life shattering before his eyes. He clears his throat, shakily moving his body back off the bed and returning his attention to the guard, his vision blurred from the tears still threatening to fall. "My son?" He asks weakly and one of the maids give him a weak smile and than turns around and walks into a small room attached to the bedroom, the room the child would have slept that they made, the room filled with dresses, the walls coated in pink, a flower crown for their child's symbol of royalty. And all he could think of at that moment of silence was, what will they do now?

The maid walks back out with a bundle of white blanket in her arms, smiling softly down at the baby. And the king wasn't ready to face this child, feeling like he would he nothing close to a good father, now that his mate was dead and the sudden gender change... How could he care for it?

She walks over to the king and slowly gives the baby boy to him, her smile wary as she steps back and folds her hands in front of her to stare adoringly at the sight. The king counts to three before he looks down and past the cozy, white cocoon of white blanket and locks his eyes with the most vibrant pair of ice blue eyes he's ever seen... This child is different to the others, this child is a gift, not a mistake or a disgrace, no, a gift. The king smiles wider than ever, the pain of his wife being gone still stabbing him in the heart... But those blue eye's already remind him that his wife's spirit went into this boy and made home inside of him, gave him a chance to not knot see his son, but his mate. Those eyes told him that this boy is not like any century worth tradition.

The king walks over to the balcony that is in their room, the balcony that will reveal everything. "The horn" the king says frantically, his smile never faltering. The guard nods and walks over to the babies room and takes out a rather large horn, the guard walking out onto the balcony before the king, closing the doors to make sure not to reveal anything too soon, then the muffled sound of the said horn blaring out and silencing the crowd.

"The child has been born!" The guard booms and cheers erupt from the crowd.

The guard walks back into the bedroom, cheers still coming from below. "My king" the guard says, nodding and bowing. The king nods happily towards the guard and than walks out into the balcony, the cheers abruptly stopping as he shows his appearance, every eye on the bundle in his arms. Whispers flowing through the wondering why the queen didn't walk out with the child.

"My fellow wolves! I am sad to say that our queen has past!" The king shouts and cries of sadness fill the night, women's heart breaking gasps and men's shouts of shock making the tense atmosphere worse. "But, she is in this child's soul! My child's soul! The biggest surprise of my life came today, and for you all as well! This baby is a gift, please welcome Niall Blue Horan the prince of the wolves!!" The king roared and the crowd grows silent, the obvious confusion taking over the crowd. But then, a group of teenaged alpha's turn theirselves into their inner wolves, tall with pride as they turn from two legged to four legged. They all howl in happiness, front legs flying into the air and tails wagging, then the whole crowd following, all turning into wolves or pups of different shapes and sizes, fierce or cute, all of them howling with all their might. Showing their king that this baby is very well a gift.

-

Far from the castle four other babies have come onto this earth.

Two who have been who are learning to crawl, just about two years old.

One born only a week before the prince was born.

Another born in the morning after the prince was born.

These are the new alphas of the packs in the kingdom. Strong, powerful alphas taught well by their brave fathers. Traveling to the castle to get the reward of being in charge of the packs.

And soon, they'll meet the beautiful omega prince who wore those flower crowns and dresses everyday, and just a brief hello became love at first sight, and just a small date became unbreakable love, and nothing could get in their way.

But the thing is, everything could.