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Chapter 6

  • Alpha Isaac's POV
  • The parlour echoed the loud sound of silence as I sat on my throne thinking about the next step to take. Martin was there too. Yet, he dared not interrupt my thoughts. I saw the face of the man I had just taken his life.
  • I had taken lots of lives but somehow, this felt different. I couldn't take my mind off his eyes; those gloomy eyes of his, that called out for mercy through his lips. I could hear his voice ringing in my head and I knew I could have stopped myself from killing him. What I wasn't sure of was if it was the best decision to take his life. I wasn't to be blamed for everything though. I barely had time to think.
  • I was left with two choices that didn't even seem like choices at all. I either had to spare him and look weak or kill him and look strong. I chose the latter. I had to be strong for my people. Yet, if only I had counsel on how to achieve both; I'd have appreciated it.
  • The last time I got good counsel was when I still had parents. It wasn't like no one had ever counselled me since then but it's one thing to say something and another to get your alpha to do it. Sometimes, they all just wanted to show that they were better than me. They weren't.
  • I missed the days when mother would hold me by the hands and whisper in my ears, "I got you, son. I'll always be here for you."
  • She was wrong. I know she meant every word but where the hell was she? I did need her at that moment. I needed someone who could tell me what to do. Someone I could trust and not those elders who only wanted to show how superior they were to the rest of the wolves. Ego-hungry bunch of old fools!
  • "Do you know which Pack the young lad came from?" I asked Martin who quickly jerked on hearing my voice. He was probably lost in thoughts. What exactly could he have been thinking of? Well, it was none of my concern. It could have been anything from how miserable his life was or the condition of his parents.
  • "Yes, my Alpha. He's from the Lockwood Pack," he replied.
  • "The Lockwood Pack?" I asked, quite shocked that I didn't ask that sooner. How could I have missed that? The Alpha of the Pack was a close friend of my late father. He was certainly not going to be pleased when he hears about the death of one of his own. Not like he could do anything to my Pack unless death had chosen to call him by the name. Yet, it's always good to have yourself some allies in the neighbouring Packs.
  • I had to do something about my situation. It was obvious that I needed help but I didn't know what to do about it. I needed someone that I could trust with delicate issues and the only person available was my sister, May, but she was far too young to be burdened with things like that.
  • "May I speak freely?" Martin asked. I was taken aback by the question as it was unexpected.
  • "You may," I responded. He must have known that it wasn't an invitation to say something stupid. He just had to.
  • "My Alpha, may I suggest that you need a Luna?" He asked.
  • "Why do you think so?" I asked, with a question of my own.
  • "With a Luna by your side, you'd be able to relieve yourself of some of the tasks that you currently have. That way, you'll have more time to think about very pressing issues in the Pack, whilst letting her handle the rest."
  • I thought a bit about what he said and it did make sense to me. "People are also more relaxed when they're talking with their Luna. It'll help you endear the whole Pack to yourself. I meant that it'll help you endear them more to you."
  • He was correct. I'd harboured such thoughts for a while but I'd never gotten myself to take the necessary action. Not like I hadn't ever tried. I just couldn't get myself to love any of the women that I'd seen in the Pack. The Pack boasted of a lot of beautiful women. Women whose mere presence was able to lure any man to sex. Yeah, I did have that with a lot of them. Yet, I couldn't get myself to love them even though they always threw themselves at me. I needed something more; something better.
  • My father used to talk to me about women and why I had to be very careful about making a choice. "The wrong Luna will ruin you, my son," he'd always say. "Better to be without a Luna than to have the wrong one."
  • My father always talked to me about soulmates. He said he was without a wife for many years until he found his soul mate; my mom, and he was very glad that he did. "How did you know she was your soulmate?" I asked.
  • "When you meet your soulmate, you'll know," he replied. My countenance fell as I had hoped for something a bit more precise. I wanted the details; the specifics. I also wanted to understand what it felt like to meet a soulmate.
  • On seeing how unsatisfied I was with his answer, he smiled and tapped my hand. "Come on, you do know that you're too inquisitive, don't you?"
  • I nodded. I knew that. I also knew that the greatest leaders were always very inquisitive. "You can't have many answers without asking many questions," I said to him, reminding him of just how important questions were. It was he, who also told me that.
  • I could still hear his words ring in my ears as he went on to answer that question. "There's a bond between a wolf and his mate that cannot be ignored. When you're around her, you'll perceive a very strong scent coming from her and you can't help but feel drawn to it. You'll be overwhelmed by what you'll feel. You won't have to guess, my son. You'll be fully aware that you have met your mate. We have the goddess to thank for that."
  • Ever since I've always believed in soulmates. I had prayed a lot of times to the goddess to help me find my mate. The idea stuck with me. I wasn't going to have any Luna unless she was my mate.
  • "You have spoken well, Martin. I will consider all you just said. It'll be great to have someone by my side whom I can rule with."
  • I stood from my seat, feeling a bit tired and I felt the need to have a little nap. Martin's face had brightened up a bit. He must have been pleased with what I said and I meant every word. Yet, deep down, I prayed to not have a weakling as a mate. I wouldn't know what to do with her.