The Oceanic Wolves

Chapter 4

*Unknown POV*

"Please!" I begged him, I couldn't help but stare up into his dark lifeless eyes noticing they were consumed with the black iris's of his wolf, the normal swirling ocean blue that made the mateless females swoon was no where to be seen.

As the days, weeks, months and years had gone by his patience had faded with it, it had gotten to the point that if he wanted something to happen and it didn't happen almost immediately there would be punishment. 

He hadn't always been like this, those of us who had been around long enough to see him grow up and saw the early years of his reign knew how he was before, a fair and great but strict leader, you didn't question his word because no matter how drastic you knew it would be the best decision for the pack. 

But after 7 years of searching since the age of 18 we were worried, worried he'd never find her, that she'd already died or was in hiding if she knew of his search. We worried that his tyranny wouldn't end if he couldn't find her. 

He claimed that he'd have known if she were dead but it'd been 7 years of searching, 7 years of dead ends, 7 years of travelling the packs of the world to find almost nothing. He was never supposed to have to go this far, search this hard, normally they'd be close.

There were rumours surrounding our Kings search, rumours that the moon goddess had denied him one, forbade it for fear of the power he would gain. In fear of what he would do with that power, in fear of what he would become.

But we still search for him, for stopping would mean imprisonment, banishment or death, so we search.

Only on this day I'd returned with news that the trail had gone cold, the wolf that carried her scent with him was just found to be a drunk rouge coming back from the humans territory with no recollection of how he'd ended up beaten in a gutter. By this point we'd left searching the packs and had begun searching the rouges.

The closest we'd gotten was on his 18th birthday when he was first crowned, it'd was a dead end though as the scent he'd chase'd all the way to a pack members house just belonged to a mated male wolf that he said smelt similar to her, maybe a long lost relative or just a coincidence. What was odd though was that his children also smelt vaguely similar to what he knew was her scent but less so, but the female mated to the male smelt nothing of her.

Even after weeks of questioning that family nothing came up, he'd been in our pack for the past 21 years and before that he'd been among the humans, he only met his mate when he joined though so there was no reason to suspect he'd been in contact with her or ever known her as he'd never made contact outside of the pack since then. It was assumed a coincidence and the search continued.

Tracking a scent we didn't know seemed impossible and it pretty much was. He had to be with us for the start of each hunt, which only added to the pressure of the job. We went off any scent he said may belong to her and followed it on our own until it went cold as every scent eventually did. 

Though at this point we're unsure if there really is a scent of her, or if he is beginning to just pick a scent he likes and say it is hers, or if it's his imagination, forcing him to believe it's her out of desperation.

But yet we search, and when he catches a wiff of 'her' he leaves us to search, to do the grunt work, to follow it wherever it leads. 

Women swoon when they hear of his search, thinking it romantic how he's searching the ends of the earth for her, if only they knew the reason's for his search were not as romantic as they were lead to believe.

But instead his quest was one for power, for greed. Not for love or passion and while it is a need, it's not a need for her but for the power he'll gain from her.

Even with me begging on my knees It took a while for him to respond to my pleas, but as he did I saw the life I had before vanish, life as a royal tracker wasn't the most glamorous or most desirable especially now, but it was a life, a life with my mate and pups and I knew what failing the King meant, so really his next words shouldn't have surprised me.

"Take him to our border on Penrose Forest. And leave him there."

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*Lex's POV*

Putting my bag into the passenger seat of my car I couldn't help but feel that same hollow, empty feeling again, knowing that it wasn't just me missing my mum I began to think, could it be my dad? Could I have a part missing in me that could only be filled by my father, a part that longs for that father figure I've never had.

I knew I couldn't be feeling this way over an ex, I'd never really been into dating and only had the occasional fling here and there but nothing that could potentially get in the way of my degree. In a kinda sad way that had been my only long lasting relationship, I'd been married to my Uni and to be honest I was fine with it.

But subconsciously did I regret pushing away any chance I had of a real relationship, did I long to have someone that I could always do things with, someone to talk to, someone to come home to. The only problem with that was that no-one I'd ever met made me want to focus on them more than school, sad I know, but that's how I am.

Opposite to my mum who's a hopeless romantic, maybe that was something I got from my 'dad', a willingness to just have someone for a night and that be it, so long as it didn't affect my studies.

But days like this, days when I have to do things on my own (not that I minded all that much), days when I don't have someone to come with me, it's makes me sorta wish I did.

Snapping myself out of my kind of depressing thoughts I jumped into the drivers seat and made my way out of the driveway, heading towards Penrose Forest I instead try to drown out my thoughts with more music.

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Wow I haven't updated in over a month sorry that sucks, been super swamped with Uni and just haven't had time to update, will definitely try to be more regular again now. Hope you enjoyed the chap, remember to Like, vote and comment as always.

Cleo 🌟☀️