“Luna Scarlett.”I whip my head around to see who’s called my name and a smiling face with a bright smile greets me.She’s young, and standing a bit awkwardly. I catch a reflection of myself in her eyes and I can see why she would be standing that way now. The look on my face is grim, if not slightly pissed.I plaster a light smile on it and cock an eyebrow up in question. The female nods and adjusts the glasses perched on her nose before looking at me again, all traces of flustered shyness gone, her voice is soft yet steady as she begins,“I was going to bother you for a bit.”I nod as I respond cordially,“You can.”I can feel her next set of words halt just at the tip of her tongue when she hears my response and I chuckle at her look as I add, “But only just for a bit. I actually have something I want to find here.”A slow smile lights up her face and she nods, preening lightly, “Well, I was going to say congratulations, on the Moon Jubilee. It was spectacular, and there’s really
“It has been seven days and seven nights my daughter has been trapped in the throes of a vision, Your Majesty.We are descendants of a humble house, distant cousins to you, your Kingship, and we own the lands that form the estate of the Ragnar household.My daughter, Brielle, has manifested a gift lately.It’s strange she should manifest one in her seventeenth year, just a few days short from meeting her mate and finding her wolf, so I'm writing this letter, first and foremost, to ask for the aid of a healer from the Royal household, to help me drag her out of the vision.To pique your majesty’s interest further, here is the first of Brielle’s prophecies, a light muttering I was able to catch as I held her in my arms, and shed tears for fear that she would be forever trapped in this land where she cannot live.Her prophecy goes thus,“In the fifth year of Alpha Ever, son of Alpha Brax and Alpha of the Evernight pack, a woman shall arise.She will manifest a gift in her sixteenth year.
Priam is waiting in the parking lot by the time I get there and there’s a worried look on his face.His brows are creased, the lines of his face sport a frown, and even though I wear a confused look on my face, the expression on his face doesn’t fall and neither does it falter.He sounds gruff when he speaks, “Welcome.”I nod almost warily and stare at him from the corner of my vision, confused. My voice betrays my current emotions as I respond,“Thank you. I got your text.”Priam nods and moves from the hood of his car to the door. He opens it, picks something up, and walks back to me.He doesn’t hand it over as I expect him to, instead, he turns his head to look at me with that frown still on his face.To say I'm flustered would be an understatement. I glare at him and ask questioningly, “What?”Priam doesn’t assuage my fears as he gives a scoff and neither does he relent in staring at me like that. My impatience peaks a lot quicker than I’d have expected it and when I speak to him
The file Priam hands me contains a photocopied version of what is a very old page of a very old book. I frown lightly as I ask,“Did you even try to enhance this image?”Priam gives me the manly version of what I'll assume is a stink eye and I roll my eyes as I look away while he drives.Reginald should be able to help me enhance this so I nod to myself and tuck it away.Priam’s voice floats into my ears slowly, “Do I need to lay more emphasis on the precaution that you read it alone?”I frown as he pulls up to the nearest street to the Ironclaw packhouse and my response is saucy as I get down, “Y’know, for a councilor, you really don’t know how to treat those under your jurisdiction.”Priam’s response is a huff as she stares straight ahead, “You’re not under my jurisdiction Mrs Ironclaw, and please Scarlett… consider it, please.”My heart twists as the onslaught of emotions comes because I can hear the need in Priam’s voice.He really wants me to meet his second chance.I don’t know
“There’s… There’s no way Roman.There’s no way. You’re not a monster.”I can hear the tone of my voice and I can tell that I sound like I simply do not want to believe something that I know is true. I hate myself for it because it can’t be true!How can I even think like that?“Scarlet, look at me.”My head rises to meet Roman’s gaze, but I can already feel the tremors of the aura he’s soon to unleash.I can feel it old and ancient, right in my heart, and down to my bones.Roman’s eyes are still the icy blue I've come to know and love, but as I keep on looking, I see a red spark lightly behind them.It’s just so subtly that it’s obvious it’s there, yet not so prominent that it stays and unleashes the full force of his ability.My question leaves my lips almost silent but loud in the wondering that’s plagued me ever since I learned about this, “Why didn’t you tell me?”I see a look enter Roman’s eyes. A look I have never seen there before and it melts all my skepticism about him away.
Reginald is busy tapping away on the keyboard of a computer when I find him. His head snaps up almost immediately when I come in and his hands stop moving.He gets up and offers a low bow, “Luna Scarlett.”I nod while cringing inwardly at the whole bowing thing. “There’s really no need to bow. A normal, good morning or just a normal greeting should suffice.”If Reginald thinks anything of that, he doesn’t show it. He simply nods and looks around awkwardly. I look around too and a wave of light nostalgia hits me. This used to be my room. Our room, just me and Maya.“Did I do anything wrong?”The wary warble of Reginald’s voice makes me turn my full attention back to him and I frown, looking at him quizzically, “Why would you ask that? Did I do anything to make you think that?”He shakes his head slowly but I can tell there’s something else up with his mood.It’s clear as day on his face, and though he tries to assume a neutral facade, I can see something’s wrong.Asking about it shou
“Well are you just going to stand there or are you going to walk over and give your mother-in-law a hug?”The mere idea of it makes me feel like I'd barf.She sits pretty on one of the couches. One of my couches.I feel multiple emotions flow through me at the sight of her, but I'd always known a confrontation would happen one day.I expected her to come one day or the next, but right now, the sight of her makes me feel like she’s a bit too much to handle.Hunter’s mother stares at me with calm purple eyes and her hair packed up in a bob. There’s an ornate pin going through it that gleams as the ray of the sun touches it. Dressed in a simple yet fashionable dress, she looks like she’s just about ready for work.But she’s the Nightshade Matriarch.The former Luna, a woman I once thought… would be like a second mother to me.Every day is a working day for her, and those she works on always feel the sting of it.I take a shallow breath and push away the pain that seems to cloud my heart,
Saying surprise is what flows through me right now would be an understatement. It’s something similar to surprise, and shock, but just confused, and not with the explosiveness of it all.It’s cold.“Excuse me?”Hunter’s mother brings her gaze back to me and there’s something hard in it as she repeats.“I said you have to come back to the pack with me. There’s one last duty you have to perform as Luna.The huff of air that leaves my lips is incredulous because, “No.”Hunter’s mother stares at me in a quizzical manner but I'm not playing this game with her. “With all due respect, I really do not give a single brain cell about anything related to the Nightshade pack. That pack was not there for me when I needed it to be. You, the warriors, even down to the maids and omegas, everyone got more respect than the Luna, everyone was treated as a person, everyone except meI have no duties to the Nightshade pack, and lest you forget, I am NOT the Luna of the Nightshade pack, not anymore.”Thi