The Prodigal Descendant (AlphaxOmega) | ✔

PROLOGUE: The virtue of an Alpha

Prologue:

"Cyra, you're the Alpha now. You'll have to decide things on your own and need to always keep in mind that your decisions aren't just yours. They will affect our Pack," Pierre King stopped and looked encouragingly into his daughter's eyes.

Cyra nodded confidently. She had nothing to be nervous about and she wasn't either. But her father's nerves were getting to her. "Yes, dad. I'll do my best," she told him and pushed the door open to enter the room.

This was the first meeting held after her father had stepped down and had made her the Alpha. She had been waiting and preparing for this day since almost ten years now and now that she had gotten what she wanted, how could she be nervous?

She made her way directly towards her seat at the head of the table and sat down. Everyone else present in the room followed her suit.

"I've called you all here today because trackers have reported of unusual scents around our Pack boundary. This does not smell like a lone Wolf or Witches or Humans—"

"Follow the trail and see where it leads you," Desmond Miller interrupted her. He was the oldest member on the council with his thoughts just as old and frail as his bones.

"We have. I have been trained to take care of things like this as an Alpha," she arrogantly rubbed her superiority in his face. She knew that some of the men in the room were still not comfortable with a woman commanding her but she was the chosen one. There was nothing anybody could do about it.

"Cyra, let's not get carried away, now," her father swooped in to ease some flying tension in the room.

"As I was saying, the unfamiliar scent was reported early in the morning and when I went there to track it down, it just stopped abruptly at this one particular place. I've looked into the matter and that part of the woods is abandoned. There are no Wolves or Witches living there.

"Now what I've called you here to tell you was that I've called the Witches. So tonight, all the Wolves on patrolling duty to be on full alert. Spread out throughout the Pack. I want every perimeter throughout the Pack guarded and I want at least twenty of the others guarding the Pack house."

"Are we expecting an attack?" Elena Rogers, her third-in-command, asked. "Should we get more units for backup?"

"No, these are just precautionary steps; no need to panic. It is completely unnecessary. I'll be going with Djomahn to this place to check it out and see if at least she can find something. If anything happens you are to immediately alert me."

"How many do you want to go with you?" her brother, Leonel King asked her.

"I'll be enough," she dismissed him.

"Cyra—" her father started.

"Dad, as I said, no need to panic. Leave it to me. I'll go check on Ceilani and Djomahn now. Leo, please take care of assigning everyone Pack duties. Start patrolling at dusk."

*

"I'm almost done, hold up," Djomahn said as he brewed the potion.

"You've been at it for almost half an hour, my people will almost start their patrolling now," Cyra told him annoyed by all the waiting.

"Move over, I'll finish it," Ceilani said. A few minutes later, the potion started glowing. Ceilani took a nearby dropper and dropped a drop of the potion on a nearby table.

"No! Look what you did to my table!" He yelled looking at the now burning hole Ceilani had made in his table.

"Sorry," she sarcastically said and rolled her eyes. "Let me fix it." She snapped her fingers and the table broke as the pot of potion remained floating in the air.