Chapter 44: Chapter 44

Chapter four.

Anthony's POV

They should just let me be. I don't want to understand what brought them here in the first place.

Minutes ago, one of my men had entered into this room to report to me that the Elders are here. Currently, I'm standing opposite to the lengthy, up-to-down french window. The curtains are pulled apart, a scenery of the outside clear to my sight.

My body is positioned in a way that seems like I'm staring out through the window, but instead, I'm deeply in thoughts.

I might be the strongest Werewolf in this pack — which is the known surviving pack, others probably dead — but the Elders are my tacklers.

We, Werewolves respect the old ones, it's been our tradition, and for that, the Elders have a pick on me. They come and go as they like.

Now, they are climbing up the red carpeted stairs to meet him here in the dining room. I prepare myself to listen to whatever odd saying they have to share. I just hate them, and I'm happy that they know that.

In my opinion, they aren't Elders. If they were, they wouldn't have allowed the Werewolf species to go separated, they wouldn't have made us almost go in extinct, and they wouldn't have left when they are most needed.

They are just that useless. And now that I managed to arrange the pack and make us align as the odd ways, they want to complain. At least, that's what I suppose they are here for.

What else could it be?

Just then, the double handle door opens widely, enough for the three men to walk in. Their eyes are cast ahead, as though it itsn't me they have come for.

Esposito, the leader of the Elders — the three men, I mean — is the leading figure, the other two following behind him with one step back.

He has his hair brushed to the back...such old-fashioned way of brushing hair. Though, I wouldn't lie to say that it does fit his features. His gelled black hair is long such that it reaches his shoulders, his deep black brows are thick and sharpened, his obsidian eyes are to die for in the evilness I guess they carry, and matching it with his porcelain skin, it makes him look exactly like the devil. He is in his usual black robe, the hood covering most of his face.

By his right is Ricci, the one who is nicknamed to be Esposito's Beta. He is wearing a black robe as well, the hood partially covers his head, leaving his brown hair to show, clearly. His amber eyes glows lowly underneath the shades that his concrete, warm ivory face forms.

He is the most terrifying looking man you'll ever see. My wolf chuckles inside of my head. I shuffle him in. The Elders are specialist, and extremely skilled. They'll sense him, and his sarcasm...that wouldn't just end up good for us. As much as I still respect them, I won't allow them to overthrow me. I know that's what they want.

By the left is the smiley face Omega. He just never stops smiling, which makes it hard to read his expressions since I can read their mind. They are that strong.

Caesar is also wearing hood, but unlike the others, he has his to be pulled down to behind his neck. Well, he has nothing to hide anymore since his smile already hid them.

His green eyes, mixing with his dyed green hair, which are combed to the front and whipped to the left, is a nice combination. His chestnut skin is in glowing by the effect of the light, entering.

The three of them comes to a stop at the other end of the dining table. I bow lightly, and they do. They have to. I am the King, they know that, so they have got no choice. In my own case, bowing at them shows my respect for their lifetime, and how much knowledge they have with them.

"Please, take a seat." My wolf is gazing at them within my body, calculating what's possibly passing through their head. One thing is sure though, they won't start a physical fight here.

"We have not come here for that." Esposito is quick to respond, his tone resonating across the room. He is that loud.

Hearing a fluffy sound, my eyes catches Caesar just when he plops down, and picks an apple from the center of the table.

Esposito's eyes wander to him as well. "What? I didn't climb those stairs just to stand here when there's more than five chairs here." Caesar complains.

"We have come here for something—" Esposito stops talking when a low crunching sound comes from Caesar. He looks down at him again, then back up at me, and continues. My wolf wants to laugh. To him, they are old wolf, still stupid at sixty...you know the saying. But in actuality, they are more than a hundred and fifty years old.

"You know the rules of the moon goddess..." I mock that. They created the rules, "and you know that we are not exclude it. For you to be the rightful Alpha to all Werewolves, you need a Werewolf mate, you need your Luna." The finishes as though I hadn't known that before.

I breath out, keeping my cool. "I'm the rightful Alpha, we all know that—"

"No, we, your Elders, don't." He cuts in, stopping me mid-sentence.

"Will you just stop this already? I have the Alpha blood run through my veins. My father was an Alpha before you let the Hunters kill him."

"He was a sub-Alpha." That just makes me want to laugh so badly. They are sub-Alphas, and Alpha but that will be an explanation for another day.

"Which I know of, but then, he fought when you all wouldn't, when you all disappeared. What was your excuse again?" My tone is mocking. They are becoming angry, especially Esposito, followed by Ricci. I don't think Caesar is even listening as he's chewing the fruit in his hand. "My father, and other sub-Alphas fought the Hunters, including myself. If I don't have what it takes to lead, how do you think I was able to save most of our species. I even saved them from the Humans. You all did nothing. And till now, you are still doing nothing. They are many of Werewolves out there, living in the dark because they are afraid of what might see in the light, and because of this, we are dying every day."

I breath out, and continue. "and now you're asking me to find my mate. Newsflash, I haven't found her. Maybe she's out there, living in the hide as well, I don't know. Maybe she's dead, I don't even know. I don't even know if the moon goddess is still behind us. I know nothing, but one thing; it is to protect the remaining men I have with me. I'll protect this pack, so you leave them to me."

I roll my eyes at my next words, "what am I even saying, it's not like you ever cared for any of us. And now you want to evict me, they won't allow. They won't agree." And I do hear that majority wins the vote.

Thanks to my wolf, I'm not out of breaths, neither am I tried at all. I'm just fed up of all talk, repeating the same thing over and over and over again, each and every time they come here to threaten me.

"You have said your mind, little wolf." The leader, Esposito says, as his eyes glow more. His black orbs releases are glister of pink colour, very tiny at the middle of his lens. He walks over to me, as he continues to say, his voice is no where near being gentle, yet it seems like it. He is threatening me, but not at the same time, instead as if he's making a declaration.

"We are the Elders, and you know just little of what we are capable of. You don't want to play in this game, little wolf. Continue to rule for the next four moons, probably if you have a mate by then, we'll let you continue the post. We do not need it. We are powerful than that." He accolades, "and if the pack won't allow us to evict you, then we'll either dominate them, or we find you a good role." The way he finishes his words shows his amusement. This is all a child play them. Remind me again their ages. A hundred and fifty wolf like themselves will most likely act like a child.

His lips are tugged upwards, letting a smirk reveals. He pat my left shoulder, and turns to his back. Nodding, he leaves, and the other two follows behind him. Though, not without Caesar, saying in a hushed voice.

"The apple was nice. Keep more for me when we do come back." After he says, that's when I notice that he's finished all dozen of them in the basket. Most Werewolves are food-monger, they deal with eating food like there's no tomorrow. That's just one of our nature that most possesses.

Chapter five.

Anthony's POV.

I'm left alone. The sound of the air, swooshing outside reaches my sensitive ears. One thing I've learnt so far being a Werewolf is to never not take in your surrounding. You always must. That's even my number one training to the little wolves, just about turning into real wolves.

By this coming moon, we'll have new real wolves that will be our asset to prolonging our race. The Humans hate us. They believe in this rumour that makes my stomach wants to turn. I just won't understand how they'll be fed such lies, and they'll believe.

The Hunters have turned us against them. In the past years, we all used to be allies. The Werewolves will walk amongst the humans, and vice versa, and there will be no problem. Not now anymore. Things are destroyed. Nothing to savage anymore, but ourselves.

Hunters are very deadly. They are a kind of human specie that specifically hates us. They don't want us to roam on the surface of Earth. Any opportunity they have, it's to kill us.

They've been after our tail since long before I was even born. They were naturally our enemies as I see it.

Now, they have successfully make all Humans hate us. Hunters are humans too, but more violent and strong that typical of normal humans.

They don't mind war, they don't mind fighting against a wolf, or other supernatural creature they could be out there. The story of their evolution is quite long, which will be explained some other time.

At the current moment, Hunters now possesses that gene that makes them capable of taking down even Alpha. They can fight one on one without weapons, yet they could win. They are just that gifted. The line of hatred that forges in their heart has built them with such vile that they would fight with all their might just to kill Weres.

I hadn't noticed sooner that my forehead are now wrinkled, which makes me stop thinking and straighten out the bridge of my nose. I breath out again, my face heavenwards.

My sensitive ears picks up the sound of shoes clicking, before my wolf so expertly lingers out to perceive the scent of the incoming. The smell of cinnamon, and pine invades my senses along with the scent of forest, making me smile as the door open. By then, I've known who's there.

"And look who comes in after those stupid old mens went out." I tease, and laugh afterwards.

"Let them hear you, and tonight, you will be bethrall."

"Which I so much don't want to happen." My voice is low, faking pleads. When I stop, I laugh, and my accompany joins in.

He stops amusing, and stares at me, "what are they here for again?" Now, he is serious.

"Ahhhh, just the usual, Nelly. The same talk." I mock.

Shaking his head, his blonde hair falls to his forehead, and his honey-tanned fingers comes to swipe it back up. Nelly is my beta, but at the same time, he's my best friend. He is so good at comforting me, and aiding in my needs. He's all I have as closest family, second to him is the pack.

His sharp features are folding as he thinks, and walk over to me. At the same time, I take a pace to the dining table, and pour myself and him a drink.

Grabbing both glass cups, I pass one to him when he start to speak out his mind, concerning this problem. "I don't trust those three. They look dangerous, and the fact that neither of couldn't see into their mind is conflicting. They can be powerful, but that doesn't mean that their mind should be completely blocked. And neither should their scent be impossible to sniff. We seem to be hiding something. They can't even come up with a fine excuse when they were no where to be seen during the war."

I chuckle, after gulping down the wine. The sweet taste seep richly into my tongue, making me lick them against the corners of my mouth, and resulting, it made a smacking sound.

"I have the same in mind, Nelly. I'm so fed up of them. Can you believe they're giving me four months to find my mate, or else they overthrow me, or find me a mate?"

I hadn't expected him to laugh, there must be a naughty thought inside his head. "yeah, they'll find you a chump."

"You're such a bad guy." I say, but laugh along with him.

Taking a seat on the chair, I sink into it, and exhale deeply. "I need a rest, man."

"If only you had listened to me."

Excuse me? What does me mean now?

"That?" I drawl. My face is asking.

"You need a tour. You need to live amongst the Humans, enjoy bit of freedom, not stay here all day and act like a jerk. You even look old-fashioned since you have no one to impress." He points that out to my discomfort, and I groan.

And there you were, saying that to someone when you are no difference. My wolf is full of sarcastic remark at the moment. I can't believe he'll find happiness at teasing me. Ugh.

"So, what are you proposing?" If I say I don't know what he's proposing, I'm lying to myself.

"That we go to the human territory. You'll love their city. Hmm..." Just the time for him to go thoughtful, because it gives me time to think as well.

If I go to the human territory, nothing I don't want to happen will not happen to the pack. They'll be fine. Thinking about it again, for what reason will I go there? What will I even be doing there? No paperwork to work on. No strategy to make for next moves. No people to control to do what is right.

"I got it." And my thoughts were wrecked. "We'll stay in Seattle. And I know a town near that city where you'll find the best coffee and teas. You'll love the life, I promise."

"You promise." I make adamant. He nods and I think it through again. "okay."

"Fine. You should go get ready." With that being said, I drop my cup, and walk out the room, my gait lazy. Behind me, I can hear Nelly chuckling. He can tease all he wants. He just watch what I'll do to him if things don't work out as he had fumbled.