The Little Lockwood

6

EDITED

Every single time I think of Brandon my entire body shakes with the pain. I am the last remaining Lycanthrope, and the loss of Brandon and the other one hurt me to my core. 

The loss of our baby also hurts badly, but not as badly as losing the other Lycanthropes.

"Do you know how much I absolutely adore you?" Brandon asks me, picking me up bridal style and speeding us away from the porch of his house and into the lush forest.

I laugh as he sets me on my own feet in the middle of our clearing, where we got engaged and married just days ago.

"You are so incredible," I sit in the damp and cold grass, crossing my legs, I look up at Brandon and smile as I pat the ground next to me.

He sits beside me and we watch the clear blue sky above us.

"Your presence brings light to this little corner of Alaska," Brandon looks over at me, our hands touching on the grass.

This moment infinitely wonderful and peaceful.

I lose my balance as the memory fades from my mind and I realize I'm outside the Mikaelson house in the French Quarter, I step a few steps, clutching my chest with one hand to keep from letting out a pained scream in the middle of a crowded street. The loss still fresh in my body.

This pain struck me a little harder than before, it quiet literally swept the air from my lungs and made my knees shake as I walk through the household and into the courtyard. 

Which is filled with... I sniff once, werewolves. Perfect timing.

I cough once and shake my sadden appearance off, ready to look strong and badass in front of all of these wolves.

Klaus and Elijah stand at the foot of the stairs, when Klaus sees me walking through the crowd he smiles at me. I nod once at him and walk past Elijah and Klaus up three steps before turning around the face the crowd of wolves.

"Jackson, here she is. The lovely Lycanthrope Debria Lockwood," Klaus introduces me.

In a flash making me barely flinch, a tall and handsome man stands before me. He has dark brown eyes and curly brown hair, and a short beard.

"I'm Jackson, leader of the Crescent Wolves," He holds his large hand out, expecting me to take it.

I narrow my eyes at him and don't take his hand, 

"Debria, pleasure."

Jackson has a kind face as he gestures to the werewolves in the courtyard, 

"We are here because every five hundred years a new Lycanthrope arrives on this Earth and unites with our pack. It is usually a male, but a queen will do."

I tilt my head to one side, unsure I heard him correctly, 

"A what?"

Jackson smiles at me as he explains, 

"You are the true queen of the werewolf species. We want you to choose us as your home base pack, like the Lycanthropes before you."

"Why do you need a queen? You seem to have been a good enough leader for them until now," I say suspiciously.

Jackson looks a little guilty and rubs the back of his head with one hand nervously, 

"Look, if you accept us as your pack we will follow your rules and abide by whatever you tell us to do. If only you complete a ritual, which Lycanthropes before you have done."

"There it is," I roll my eyes and cross my arms, 

"What kind of ritual."

Having been on the end of a brutal ritual before where my heart was ripped from my chest, I'm not too keen on them.

"One that binds you to us and gives us your power to turn into a wolf at will. So we will no longer be slaves to the moon," Jackson explains, a pleading look in his eyes.

Klaus steps forward, his eyes angry as he must now be learning this information like me, 

"You want to use her for her power."

Jackson shakes his head quickly, 

"That is one benefit. But overall she will unite our pack again. We grow apart over the years, the wolves you see here today are only a fraction of the pack we once had. We are stretched across the bayou. We just need a Lycanthrope to perform the ritual to be knit together as one. And we will be forever indebted to you, Debria." Jackson looks at me now.

I run a hand through my hair, it's not like I'm going anywhere else at the moment, 

"When would we do the ritual?"

Jackson's eyes light up at my peak of interest, 

"The next full moon, in a week."

"Do witches do this ritual, or how does it work?" I ask him, genuinely curious as I hate witches.

"You give us all a drop of you blood and we all take it al the same time, then when you turn into a wolf we all follow suit. And that's it. Very simple really," Jackson explains to me.

I shrug and look out at the wolves behind him before looking back at Jackson,

"Okay, I'm in."

"Really?" Jackson says, his voice full of underlying happiness.

I nod, smiling gently, 

"I want to help. And like you said, it will reunite all the Crescent Wolves."

Jackson's expression changes now and he looks at me a little more concerned now, 

"You could possibly die from the ritual Debria. It has never happened but I just want to warn you., linking this many wolves together can take it's toll if done improperly."

"We all die Jackson, the question is what we stood for while we lived," I smile at him and look to the rest of the wolves, 

"I would be honored to unite all of you again, and to be your queen."

All the wolves smile gratefully at me. Jackson holds his hand out again for me to shake and I shake his hand once before letting go.

"You will be a wonderful queen, Debria Lockwood," Jackson smiles at me genuinely.

I smile back genuinely as well, I am a new person now. This is going to be my new life. So I look at Niklaus before glancing back to Jackson and saying,

"Keys, it's Debria Keys."