1. Claude Phoebe(ManxMan)

•Chapter 10✓

Xavier gathered me, and I was followed. It shouldn't have been a surprise when he lead me to the tombstone and when he clapped his hands, cupping them and raising them to draw a dome in the air. Around us the air shimmered down to cast a protective layer.

He glanced at me shyly until he looked behind me and narrowed his gaze. I looked and sure enough Danielle,Travis, Trent, Kathryn and Christian were all sheepishly huddled together, curiously looking towards us. I smiled and shrugged at Xavier's accusatory gaze.

He rolled his eyes then and gave me my present. My siblings came forward without trouble as the music began and Xavier danced for us, for me.

It was beautiful, hypnotic and I hoped I'd get another chance to see him fully express himself this way always. The boy liked his space but hate us he did not. Staring as his body elegantly curved to the music I tried not to weep. His entire soul went into the dance enough that we were all moved and at the end, panting and blushing as we clapped and Danielle demanded another one, he smiled. Beautifully and brightly, he smiled.

I sat in the office with Danielle. I was going through some of the documents about the pack, mostly approving the financial budget for the year and going through everything Winston and Theodore had managed to get done and making sure it was at the standard it should be.

Danielle was doing her homework because she claimed our brothers and sister were bothersome and couldn't be quiet long enough.

I began opening a few letters, a few from the council, another from the palace. I stared at it, recognising the royal seal of the werewolf house.

Many people didn't talk about it. It often felt like a different world to the one we all lived in however to an Alpha it became a cause for indifference.

The werewolf community, as Winston had explained to me countless times, was run by one ultimate power and that was the Supreme Alpha who was rumoured to be the strongest, fastest and biggest wolf, larger and better in every way to other Alpha's. They were so because not only could they make anyone submit, they could make even other Alpha's submit no matter what.

This Alpha was what we as a community considered royal. They lived in a palace and everything, however nobody knew the place, nobody ever visits and allowed to find it again without special permission. How they did it, nobody knew.

Now, right below the Supreme Alpha was the werewolf council, they comprised of a bunch of really old, really badass Alpha wolves and they all, despite it, answered to the Supreme Alpha who couldn't be on the council for fear of dictatorships and misuse of power.

Anyway, the werewolf council is the one to communicate anything and everything with packs all around the world. They were who I'd have to spend hours compiling statistics and reports for.

The whole reason I shared this is because of the royal seal before me. Whole to the entire werewolf community, a Supreme Alpha was nearly becoming a myth, to the Greyhound Mountain pack, it was a reality all because of one person, Caesar. My uncle.

I opened the letter dreading the news for no reason only to feel better as I realised it was nothing to be afraid off.

My uncle had written to check up on us, something he only did once a week at best. He updated me on his wellbeing personally because I was the pack Alpha, even if I was a whole five years older than him.

"What are you reading?" Danielle looked at me curiously.

"A letter from uncle Caesar."

"Oh, really? Can I see?" She got closer, basically sitting in my lap and I smiled down at her as I allowed her to read.