The Ancient

5 - Chapter five

This was not possible! Still, Alexander had made it clear that he had not been mistaken. 

An Ancient! Dorian felt himself freeze, gasping for air, his heart beating double-time. Charles must have felt his distress because he turned around giving him a worried look. *Are you alright?*

 Some very aggressive snarls broke him out of his daze, as he saw some werewolves helping captain Yets stand, the rest advancing in on Alexander. 'No!' he screamed to himself. He would not allow an Ancient to be harmed. Not that his pack would do such thing if they knew what he was. Nor would he want to see the overwhelming power an Ancient possessed. Which would happen if fifteen wolves would attack him. He spared a second to note that Oscar and his friends were not part of that group. All six of them were standing still with different kind of emotions on their faces.

 Dorian sprinted forward as two of his captains were about to reach Alexander. In half a second he had them by their necks and pushed them back gently.

The rest of the werewolves had gone very still. Oscar was wondering about his fathers actions as well. The only reason he had ordered his friends not to attack Alexander was because he had some kind of vibe to him. Not the threatening kind. More of power and something else. But it most definitely was not posing a threat.

So, seeing the Alpha himself defending an unknown werewolf was strange.

Then to everyone's utter shock, Damian Alpha of pack NightShade, shifted into his huge brown-black wolf form, and literally went on his belly, front paws tucked under him, tail between his hind paws, head bowed deeply and to the side giving Alexander a perfect reach to his neck. This was the werewolf equivalent of saying' You're my master, my Alpha, my everything. You can do whatever you want with me.'

Sounds of fright, surprise and confusion spread between the werewolves in the room. What was their Alpha doing? Complete submission? To a stranger wolf? No one dared come to their Alpha's help. Alexander was too close to his exposed body. And now that they knew he was a werewolf as well, they didn't want to take any chances with anything going wrong.

Oscar then saw something that had his knees buckle under him. Alexander was looking at his father, an indulgent smile lighting up his face. He reached for Dorian's left shoulder and patted it softly." You should shift back. I think your pack is mighty confused right now." Alexander said it with a light chuckle as he stepped back a step.

Dorian instantly shifted back to his human form. He was still dressed, and that required some exercise, kneeling with his head bowed, left hand on his left knee and right hand fisted on the floor.

 There was a minute of complete silence, filled with tension before finally Alexander spoke again. " I guess this is an awkward moment." He slowly scanned the entire room, eyes settling on Oscar. "Bet you're asking what's happening right now, don't you? Get up, Alpha. You're scaring your pack." Alexander redirected those last two sentence at his father.

 Dorian quickly got up and bowed deeply at Alexander. He in turn rolled his eyes. "Stop that, child! If I wished someone to worship me, I would have let that happen a long time ago."

 Child? Worship? A long time ago? Oscar was confused. He finally had enough with all the mystery and stepped forward, looking between his father and Alexander. " What's going on here?"

He saw anger flash in his father's eyes, but just before he had time to turn around and do something, Alexander grabbed his shoulder, shaking his head.

His father stopped instantly and looked at him. "But Ancient Pain, that was disrespect. And he's my son, he should know better than that."

"Exactly, Dorian. He should know better. And so should the others." Alexander answered as he saw at first confusion, shock and then the meaning of what those words dawn on everyone's faces.