Chapter 107


    Alpha King Damon


    Women in all shapes and sizes, wearing all sorts of colours, gush and gape at me and run their fingers


    along with my vest as we dance at a ball held in my honour. Their behaviour would be socially


    uneptable anywhere else.


    Damn you, Eric! I know you have told these she-wolves I might have to choose my own mate, get them


    off of me before I release my wolf and start ripping their heads off! I tell my Gamma Eric via mind-link.


    Sorry Alpha. You might have to consider it. If the rumours are true and King Fenris attacks Moon Crest


    Valley, you’re stronger with a mate and Luna. Eric mind-links back.


    Not if she isn’t my true fated mate, now get them away from me, Eric, before it’s your head I rip off.


    ‘Ladies,dies. Let the Alpha Kingpose himself. Being surrounded by your beauty is overwhelming


    for him. Let me escort you all to the drink table, where you can tell me your progress with Alpha King


    Damon.’ Eric says as he winks at me and ushers the she wolves away. I cross my arms and re at


    him.


    There must have been hundreds of unmated females, and not one of them was my mate. Eric is


    always trying to convince me to choose a mate, but he knows it’s not the same as your true fated mate


    chosen by the moon goddess. There would be no bond, no urge to be near each other and no sparks


    when we touch, and we would never feelplete. We would always feel an emptiness. If anything,


    choosing a mate would make the pack and I weaker. Sure, there were many beautiful unmated she-


    wolves at the ball, but they either came across as materialistic or did not have anymon interests,


    and there was no connection with them.


    Leaning on the rail of my balcony after the ball, I sigh and reflect on the evening. My wolf Striker stirs


    and wants to be let out for a run. He is distressed that we didn’t find our mate tonight. I undress and let


    my wolf run free for the next few hours before returning home and going to sleep.


    I follow the moon as I’m running but feel like the moon distances herself further away from me.


    Moon Goddess. Where is she? Please tell me. Where is my mate? I ask, not knowing if the moon can


    hear me. Finally, the moon stops moving and turns blood red.


    What is happening? What does this mean?


    Sounds of drums in the distance, getting louder and louder, mingle with sounds of war, swords


    shing, and agonizing screams as war arrows soar over my head through the air. I’m suddenly


    standing in the middle of a warzone. Blood stains everything I can see.


    There are dead humans and wolves everywhere, and thousands more still fight each other.


    A beautiful melodic voice sings in the distance, a song so touching and solemn. It knows devastation


    and pain. My wolf, drawn to it, feelspelled to follow the song.


    I wander through the war zone in a fog, in the direction of the singing, avoiding the humans who, with


    their swords, are slicing wolves open and the wolves ripping the heads off these humans. It’s a bloody


    war indeed, an absolute massacre.


    | spot the girl sitting on a rock. She isforting herself and looks crestfallen and forlorn.


    Close to her, she smells amazing, like wild violets and honey. ‘Mate!’ I say, cing my hand on her


    shoulder so she will turn to look at me. She turns, and her face morphs into King Fenris’s.


    Covered in sweat, I am jolted awake and shaken. I sit up in bed to find Eric standing over me, worried.


    Alpha you were having a nightmare. I could hear you down the hall. I’ve never known you to cry out in


    your sleep, Eric says, sitting on the end of my bed


    Panting, I try to gather my senses,


    The must have been a nightmare It felt so real. The moon turned blood red. There was a violent,


    bloody war. My mate was there. She s alive. I saw her. Her scent was a mixture of violets and honey.


    She was downcast and afraid She was singing the saddest song! have ever heard, Our male bond


    una she might be in trouble,’ I exin


    my fath the doctor, Eric says


    I grab his arm tightly and sternly look him in the eye..


    ‘I’m serious, Eric. This dream was a message. The Moon Goddess is warning me of what ising


    and telling me my mate is


    alive.’ I let go of Eric’s arm when he realises I’m not mucking around.


    ‘Ok. What do we do about it?’ He asks.


    ‘I need to find her. We need Beta Troy back here as soon as possible,’ I say, and Eric nods.


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    I’ll find out if he’s on his way back,’ Eric says and leaves the room.


    The next day, standing in the front foyer, Beta Troy still hasn’t reported back to me.


    ‘Eric. Where’s Troy? Why hasn’t he reported back to me?’ Task while mming my fist down on the


    table in the centre of the room.


    Everyone in the foyer flinches and keeps their heads bowed. Eric kneels before me.


    ‘I’m sorry, Alpha. Unfortunately, it seems Troy’s mind link is blocked. However, he did say it could be a


    week until he is back from investigating West Wallow. But, we have, unfortunately, had more reports of


    more rogues being found dead and skinned near the forest border.’


    ‘King Fenris has to be who is responsible for the deaths, I’m sure of it.’ I say.


    I walk by Eric to the dining room and sit down in my chair at the head of the ornate mahagany table.


    Rogues were never an issue here, and they preferred to be left alone and live alone, away from


    rulership.


    Earlier in the year, I had a meeting with King Fenris regarding their deaths. He denied any involvement


    in their deaths but said he would kill any wolf who crossed into his territory. His hate for werewolves


    was made very clear when he called us filthy vermin.


    A few days ago, I sent my second-inmand, Beta Troy, undercover into West Wallow to get to the


    bottom of their deaths. If anyone can find answers, it’s Troy.