Free Web NovelChapter 26: Chapter 26 Now or Never
Abby’s POV
Just then, the truth of Jason’s words dawns on everyone. The warrior who is still struggling to get out of my hold freezes at Jason’s declaration.
"She can’t be your mate, Alpha." The man whimpers. Jason sends him a pointed look, not letting go of Ellie. He walks, with Ellie in his arms, to where I’m still holding the warrior down. Ellie finally seems to come out of her daze and tries to get down. Jason lets her, but keeps her tight to his side.
"You dared to attack the guests of our ally pack, and ignore the Alpha AND Luna here?" He asks with an ice cold voice. The warrior nods, seemingly ashamed. Good, he should be!
"And now, you are trying to tell me who my mate can or can not be?" Jason asks again.
"But Alpha. She is a demon. An assassin. A killer." The man desperately tries to explain himself. "She killed my sister and her mate." He whispers. I freeze. No, Ellie would never do that.
I look at Ellie; she shakes her head.
"I have killed no werewolves, ever. The one you are seeking revenge on is my twin sister. She has done that more times, then I can count. She uses their blood to potions, spells and so on." Ellie explains, while trying to escape from Jason’s grasp. He, on the other hand, is not letting her go, ever. I chuckle at the picture of the very independent Ellie, the mate, and Luna, to a very protective and possessive Alpha. Goddess, this was going to be a sight.
"You have double patrolling, and double training for the next two months. When the month is over, you will have the same a month of double training and patrolling here at Silver Mist. I don’t care what your excuse is! It is never right to attack first and ask after. I will not tolerate your insubordination towards those who outrank you, either. You can choose this, or triple training and accommodations in the cells for two months?" Jason stats. The warrior seems relaxed, so I let him go. But give him a warning look ’attack them again, and I will hurt you.’
"I am sorry, Alpha. I chose the extra training and patrolling. And I am sorry Luna. I reacted in hatred without thinking. I hope you can find it in you to forgive my mistake." Ellie shakes her head.
"You are not the first to mistake me with her, and will not be the last. But you are right, I am a killer and an assassin. But I just never killed werewolves. I only took assignments where the people deserved to die. And I never killed innocents. And I am a demon. You are forgiven. Besides, I’m not a Luna." She smiles at the stunned man, and walks to him with Jason hot on her heels. She reaches her hand to the man, and he shakes it.
"Thank you Luna. And yes you are? Alpha Jason has claimed you as his mate?" The man says, confused. He turns and walks away towards the training, which is about to start. I smile at them, take Matt’s hand, waves at Willow and Ornate.
"Come on guys, let’s give the couple some space. I will introduce you to meditation and Willow can be my special helper." She beams up at me and skips to the warriors warming up.
Before we can reach the group of people, a guard on patrol sets off the alarm. "Alpha, Luna, come quick to the eastern border. There are people here to see the Luna, and they will not leave before she shows herself. I’m not sure of their intentions." He mind-links us. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
"Ornata, stay here with Willow." I order, before shifting and running with Matt to the eastern border. Jason and Ellie are right behind us. I will yell at them later! They need to get to know each other, and not follow us. I roll my eyes, overprotective family.
When we reach the border, there are so many people standing there. I shift back, put on an oversize t-shirt, going almost to my knees.
"See, there she is. Omg, she is so pretty."
"Is that the Queen? She is a mere child."
"She is powerful. You can feel her aura all the way over here."
The murmurs of the people rises, and the someone steps forward. She is an old lady, seeming to be centuries old. But the respect from the others tells me she is someone important.
"My Queen. It is an honor to meet you at last. I am Meeri, head witch of the Rising Sun Coven. We have waited a long time to finally meet you." Her voice is like the wind swirling in lazy circles. Soothing and drawing. I smile.
"The pleasure is all mine, Meeri. I am honored you all came here to meet me, and I promise to come visit your coven soon. But right now, I think you must return home again, seeing as my pack and mate are a bit on edge." Meeri nods and turns to go but is stopped by a growl and a woman whimpering. I look to the side, and there is Brandon, standing close to a young woman. He gazes at her and at the man holding her to him. I can see the conflict in his eyes and the sorrow in hers.
"Brandon, look at me! Is she your mate?" He turns his head, gives me a curt nod and looks back at the woman. She seems uncomfortable in the man’s arms.
"Ms. Meeri, who is that young woman?" I ask and point in her direction. Meeri stares at the woman with distaste.
"She is my granddaughter." She answers coldly.
"And the man holding her?" I keep inquiring. Raising an eyebrow at her indifferent attitude.
"He is the son of the head witch of the Water Coven. He is her future husband. The treaty we made to ensure peace between us state as much." She is clearly not at all satisfied with this arrangement.
"And you are disappointed in yourself or your granddaughter?" I ask, arms crossed. Meeri gives me a side eye.
"Myself, my Queen." She sighs in defeat. Aha! Well, if I am their Queen, they have to listen to me. So, it is now or never.
"What is your name, young lady?" I ask the woman.
"Morgan, my Queen." She answers in a whisper. The man slaps her and scolds her for her weak answer. ’Matt, keep Brandon at bay. She is his mate.’ I mind-link him, but he has already caught on the situation and is standing in front of Brandon.
"You are to stand down. Your Luna will handle this." Matt says in his Alpha voice. Brandon bows his head. His eyes are telling how his wolf is trying to fight for dominance, but one growl from Blade and he backs down.
"Morgan, I will give you a choice. Please come here, alone." Even though it was a question, the power and meaning behind it are not to misunderstand. The man sneers at me.
"She is not going anywhere without me. I don’t recognize you as my Queen! You are disgusting. As were your filthy and weak mother." He spits in my direction, and it takes everything in me to not just kill him. I order everyone to stand down and stares at the man. I feel a surge of a power rush through me. The amethyst light inside intensifies and mixes with a silver light I never had before.
"You will let her go! And you will keep quiet about things you don’t know. Or you will suffer the consequences!" I snarl at him. The silver/purple light emitting from my entire body.
Morgan walks, the man forced to let her go by my command.
"Morgan, I will give you a choice." She nods. "This man here." I point to Brandon. "He is the gamma here at Silver Mist. A good man and wolf, and he claims you to be his mate. You can choose to accept him and live here at Silver Mist, or you can choose to reject him and leave with your coven. Your last choice; you can leave with the rude young man over there, and reject Brandon." At the mention of rejections, Brandon whimpers.
"That is easy, my Queen. I choose Brandon. He is gorgeous." She blushes at the last comment. I laugh.
"Alright then. I declare, as the Queen, that Morgan is to live with her mate. We will welcome her into Silver Mist with open arms. And I invite the Rising Sun Coven to move here and live on the eastern side of the pack lands." The last part was an "at the moment" decision. Matt smiles.
"I agree with my Luna. If the granddaughter of the head Coven witch is to be our gamma female, her family should live here as well." The young man drowns, peoples murmur out with his screams.
"NO! SHE IS MINE. I CHOSE HER FOR MYSELF, AND NO ONE IS TAKING HER FROM ME." He sends me an evil glare; "You will regret this little Queen. Just you wait!" As the guards jump at him, for threatening their Luna, he teleports away.
