Luna

Chapter Eighteen

"Shouldn't we keep them alive?"

Lucas

I know that Alphas are presence that can't be ignored by a werewolf. I also know that being an Alpha means you are a public identity for the whole world. All in all, more than being a leader, an alpha is the figure head as well as the authority of a pack. If an alpha is strict and responsible, the whole world will think the whole pack is reliable. If the alpha is frivolous and unreliable, the whole world will generally think that the whole pack is something that can be taken seriously.

For my case, I dare say that it is very original.

I had been away from my pack since I was but five years old. My own pack does not know me.

My childhood stories are scarce because I rarely went out of the house when I was a kid. I rarely left my room. I was known as the silent, obedient type of a boy who lacked aggressiveness and assertiveness.

However, those few stories about me when I was young were overthrown by that one story when my parents and I went to their cousin's wedding.

That was the story when my parents departed from this world.

There were almost a thousand of rogues which attacked us.

It was a very grave mistake for my parents to be so careless and not bring anyone to guard us. That mistake came from the fact that my father and mother were very strong. My father was known as probably the strongest Alpha in the world. Someone who came from the alpha king's bloodline, it is but imperative to think that my father can handle an attack without worry.

But who would have thought that we will be attacked by a thousand rogues?

For one, rogues do not travel in pack. Why would there be a thousand rogues together?

After my mother was overpowered and killed, my father gave up living as well.

I couldn't blame him.

Although I very much disagree with his choice of giving up, and in the process, exposed his young child to harm.

If I weren't who I am, I would have perished that very day and the line of the alpha king would have been perished with me.

And because of that, I was known as the five-year-old child who mysteriously escaped a thousand of hostile rogues who killed his parents.

The five-year-old child who was found in the middle of a thousand burnt corpse with his immaculate clothes while crying for his dead parents.

The child who was raised by the were-council.

The child who is the son of the most powerful werewolf in the world.

The child who is the descendant of the Alpha King.

Who was the one who burnt those rogues?

The best probability is that there was someone who helped me. But there exists this possibility that I was the one who did it. And if were the truth, then monstrous is not even a term for me.

I can bet that my pack members are scared of me. After that attacks by the "were-likes," the fear that they had for me gradually shifted to amazement and respect. I don't really care how my pack sees me, but it is convenient if they respect the hell out of me.

For the other packs, that fear they have for me immediately shifted to something greater after they heard me single-handedly killing the "were-likes" creatures.

And that becomes apparent at the meeting for the alphas that I initiated.

Since I insisted that this matter is of extreme emergency, the neighboring alphas with some of their trusted aids arrived at the shortest time possible.