Mi Luna

Chapter IV

Sarawat Chivaaree

The Thiwats are one of the oldest families in Siam. Known for their snow-like furs, they are also one of the highly-loved wolves in the country. When The Great War exploded, the Thiwats who resides in the secured area of Krung Thep moved to the remote islands of Similan as they continue to stay away from the conflict of rogues and wolf packs. As much as they don't agree with the new way of life for the wolves, they don't ravage nor harass any wolf packs. They also did not join the aggression of the rogues who attack the packs as well as the packs did not consider them as rogues despite them not registering their families' next generation to the census of the packs. The Thiwats continue to live their lives free from the skirmish of the two parties. For years, they kept their profile low. Since they are not registered on the Registry, they cease to exist on later records when The Great War ended. Thus, only a certain few knew their existence. The Thiwats' Alpha also seek for solitary from both the packs and the rogues so both sides leave the family alone.

My grandfather Krasun Guntithanon, a rogue, who was caught in the middle of the fight of the wolf packs and Vietnamese army was the reason of The Great War. Rogues, despite our indifference with the wolf packs continue to live with our wolf instincts peacefully. We stay away as much as possible from the packs. We refuse to get entangled with their business and how they want to live. But when my grandfather was shot dead because of the packs war against the Vietnamese, the rogues went berserk. Having been living depending on instincts, savageness and anger rose above everything and they took revenge and made lots of packs cease to exist.

When The Great War started, the Thiwats run away from it. My father, who was still a child was brought by the Thiwats as they sail away to the islands of Similan.

I myself was then born in Similan and raised by the Thiwats.

My parents, who became hell bent to revenge my grandfather's death, specifically my father, joined the rogues to continually attack the wolf packs. I was left in the care of the Thiwats while both of them sail islands to islands and walk region to region to seek the revenge and fill up their thirst for equality. Mother Orapin, the Thiwats's omega raised me together with her child Chanthira.

I am three years older than Chanthira. Despite being a pure-blooded Thiwat, Mother always makes Chanthira play with me. I was never treated differently by any of them. They treated me as one of them although I am a Guntithanon, the family leading the rogues and causing this infinite chaos. Despite my parents' wrongdoings, Mother would oftentimes tell me that a son can always not follow his father's footsteps. A son has a mind of his own too.

"Why do I have to play the princess? I am suppose to be a knight!" "But if you aren't the princess, who am I suppose to save?" "Then why can't you be the princess?" Chanthira pouts as he forcefully slump on the sand. "Because I am the prince Chanthira. And I am gonna protect you. Don't you want me to protect you?" "Against the bad wolves?" Chanthira's face lighted. He smiles the prettiest in the entire island. "Against all the bad wolves!" "But can I still hold a sword? Please Salawat! I want to play sword too." His eyes are pleading and no one in the entire Similan could ever resist him. "Okay. Chanthira will be the only princess that can play sword." He rush toward the wooden sticks laying on the sand then to me. He held my hands and pull me to follow him. Chanthira will be my mate. No matter what he will manifest, whatever I will be, Chanthira is my mate. He is my fated pair. He will be.

" We're too late Sarawat. He aint here anymore."

Bended on my knees, I tried hard not to cry out of frustrations. We had run the entire Doi Inthanon and our pack members also searched in Chiang Mai but no one ever saw a white wolf. The small hope I had slowly slips away. I don't want to think that Chanthira is gone and I might never see him again.

"How about we go to Bangkok? We can ask for the registry to know if there was a white wolf in Siam."

"Ask the packs?" I look at Champ in uncertainty. Is he suggesting that we resurface? Now?

"There is a possibility he was taken in by one of the packs. The packs knew that the wolfs leaving in Similan are not affiliated with rogues."

"But they also aren't ally with the packs." Despite not taking any sides on the war, as far as I can remember, the Thiwats are pretty much hostile with the packs too. I vaguely remember the numerous gondolas of the packs ducking in Similan the very day I was taken by the Chivaarees and was separated from Chanthira.

"I know. But that's the only chance we have." Champ sighs realizing something important. A small amount of hesitation also rises on me. Asking information from the packs would require exposing my identity. Being the only Guntithanon alive, I will be a high value target for them.

"If they knew who am I, the peace we are having right now might be destroyed. No matter what changes I did, or how powerful I am now, I am still a Guntithanon, Champ.

"No one needs to know Sarawat. Besides, if it'll comes to worst, how are they gonna throw away the pack that founded Siam's government and establish the country from the ruins that they also created? Siam owes us Sarawat. Getting what was suppose to be ours is not a crime.

"You are right Champ. We must get what's ours. We must get Chanthira back."

Type

Tattered t-shirts, ruined pants, disheveled hair, face and skin full of mud, and bones still aching, I took a deep breath as I entered the camp. With vague memories of how I even run down Doi Inthanon and the thirst that is killing me, I tried my best to keep myself from falling and continue walking. Not minding the curious look thrown by the gatekeeper as I headed to the treatment huts. Reporting to Tharn is not a priority at the moment. I need to address the aches I feel all over my body, the feverish feel that lingered on since last night and why the fuck my ass keeps on dripping. I am panting for air, water and something I can't name. I hope Doctor Klui is still here.

"Tharn! Klui!"

Looking to where that loud angry voice of Father Chakrii's voice came, I saw both Tharn and Doctor Klui running towards my direction. Their expression unreadable, dangerous and compelling. Compelling that I felt my knees wobble and fear crept to my bones. No. Not fear really but a strong surge of feeling weak and submissive. I want to wantonly submit to someone. Anyone.

As Tharn being the more superior Alpha, he reach where I was standing first and everything went so fast. Tharn pull me closer to him while Doctor Klui held on my waist right after. Both of them are squeezing me hardly and I think I might break into pieces. The feverish feel I had intensifes as I try hard to breath. Something about the two is making me go crazy!

Pheromones!

I'm starting to feel dizzy and swayed by both of their scents. My body melts to Tharn's strong, possessive hold. I clutch on Tharn's Tshirt, burrying my nose on his neck like I find something sweet in there. Doctor Klui's grasp tightens as I can hear Tharn's loud growls. They are trying to push each other away while tightening each of their grasp on me. My shoulders, as well as my waist are being crushed but I could not care. I feel so weak and hot and the scent is making me lose sense. I tried opening my eyes and I see Father Chakrii and Thorn running towards us. Thorn is here too? Everyone follows after them.

"Tharn! Klui! Let go of Type!"

"No!"

"Never!"

Both the wolves are being irrational. They tightened their grasp even more and just when I was about to pass out, I feel a strong release of pheromones. I also feel Klui whimper a little as his grasp slowly eases. Losing sense on everything, I let darkness take me away. Closing my eyes, I heard Tharn's low growl on my neck as I feel him squeezing on me.

"Mine."