Fate for a Luna

Prologue

"Alpha King," I heard Carter call for me behind my back. Ugh, not this again.

I sighed as I turned around to face him. Putting my hands on my hips I glared at him as I replied, "Carter for the last time, I am no one's king."

"Sure you're not sir," Carter said with a wink. His curly dirty blonde hair covered the majority of his brown eyes making it hard to see the specific blink.

"What do you want Carter?" I asked him as I started to walk. I have a long journey ahead of me and I don't want to be here for much longer.

"We were all just wondering when to expect you back from wherever it is that you're going?" Carter asked me as he quickened his step to keep up with my pace.

"I'll be back when I'm back. It's not like you guys need me, I'm not your alpha," I told him.

"You may not want to admit it but everybody says you are the alpha. Alphas call you alpha," He exclaimed.

"That's because my name is Alpha," I grumbled out. I picked up my pace a bit in hopes that it would discourage him from staying with me longer.

However, Carter was undeterred as he flipped his hair and upped his speed to stay in stride with me. "Well, you can believe what you want. That doesn't make it true," Carter said.

I groaned and started to walk a little faster leaving Carter behind me. Why can't they leave me alone in peace? Carter especially, he's the worst of them all. Always showing up to my house, memorizing my schedule, and showing up when I'm training. If anyone here was a king it would be him, and it would be the king of annoying.

"What are you doing anyway?" Carter yelled out from a distance behind me.

I almost stopped for a second. Visions of my former packmate came to mind. His red eyes gleamed with hate as he killed that pack's alpha in front of his mate and children. Tables and lights were broken as that pack and a few outsiders tried and failed, to defeat him. The monster's flee when I finally revealed myself. The strange and young mismatched couple that I regretfully left in a hospital room.

The memories passed and I shot Carter a brief glance. If anybody deserved to know where I was going it was the people I was leaving right now. Who else in this entire world had been more affected by these events than them... nobody. These poor people. No. It's none of their business to know where I'm going. I'm not their alpha or their king. They are not my responsibility. No one is... not anymore. 

Plus, it's not like it will matter if I tell them in the end anyway. This trip has a purpose and I will not fail.

I kept walking as I answered barely loud enough for him to hear, "To deal with something that I should've dealt with 30 years ago."