The Wolf King's Luna

CHAPTER 15

MELISSA.

"Vance Sky."

"What about him?" my brother asks.

"I saw him. Burning wolves. The wretch," I growl as I stalk into the room, only stopping as I come face to face with a familiar face.

"Huh? Catherine? What are you doing in my brother's room?" I ask her, totally stumped at her presence. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

"Um, I uh, I…"

"Melissa," my brother interrupts. "Let's take this to my study," he says as he grabs my arm and begins pulling me out the door.

"But-, that's Catherine. What is she doing in your room?" I ask as I am tugged out.

"I will explain later. Catherine, feel free to get the cereal whenever you are ready. You remember the way to the kitchen?" he asks, voice soft and gentle.

What the fuck?

"Yeah, I do," she calls back. "Thank you."

He pulls me into the study and closes the door before turning to me.

"What is this about burning wolves?" he demands.

"What the hell was that?" I retort.

"What?"

"You. And Catherine. And your room and you being gentle and all of that," I snap. "What is happening? What did I miss?"

"Ah right, that."

"Yes, that. Spill."

"The fuck did you say?"

"Why do you curse so much?" he asks in exasperation.

"I learned it from you," I retort in quick fire. "What do you mean she is your mate? How did you figure it out? When did you figure it out?

"She is my mate. I smelt her when I was going for a run. And it was the day you left to investigate whatever it is you investigate," he answers.

"Oh. My. Goddess. Do you know what this means?" I ask with a smirk.

"No. What?"

"I helped you find your mate. I practically delivered your mate to you. You owe me big," I announce before cutting into delighted laughter.

He sighs at me before going to his desk.

"Do you have to cackle like a witch?" he grumbles.

"Oh yes. I found your mate for you, " I sing. "I am never letting you forget. Also, congratulations. I am happy for you."

"Thank you," he says with a twisted smile. "That is the normal reaction when someone finds their mate. You congratulate them first, you psycho."

"Oh fuck you. So, tell me, how is she? Does she like you or is she already bemoaning the fact that she will be stuck with you for life?"

He sighs at the question, his delighted expression fading into frustrated anger.

"What? What happened?"

"She had a mate before. He rejected her. I also think she was abused. Terribly."

"What?! What?! And what?! Backtrack for me, explain it slowly."

He does and oh boy, that is one messed up life.

"The poor girl. I can't imagine what she must have gone through with those beasts at the Skylight pack."

"So, you are certain? She came from the Skylight pack?"

"Yeah. We found a trail of blood as well as a ripped cloth that I recognized from when I first saw her. We tracked it to the outskirts of their pack to a clearing. In the middle, there was a large stain of crowd blood. Her blood."

My report is met with the fracturing of the mahogany desk. Damon's eyes flash between green and red. A clear sign that his wolf is fighting to come out.

"They tried to kill her?" he growls, his voice echoing with that of his wolf.

"Yes, I believe so."

"I am going to kill them."

"As her mate, I will let you take first blood."

He looks up at me with a quizzical look.

"You mentioned something about burning?"

"Ah yes. I saw them burning wolves. Ordered by Vance himself."

"You are sure?" he asks, deathly calm.

"Yes. I would recognize that toad anywhere. With his "I am better than you" carriage. Goddess! I hate him."

"He intends on becoming worse than his father," he mutters.

Burning a wolf is the worst disrespect you can give to them. It is practically preventing them from moving on.

When a wolf dies, they are to be buried in the sacred grounds of the pack. A place meant only for burial. Burying them with the other wolves is like making sure that they have a pack to guide them on the way to the goddess.

Denying them that, is to trap them on earth. No peace, no redemption. Nothing.

Why would he do that to his pack members?

"Did you manage to find out why?"

"Why what?"

"Why they tried to kill Catherine?"

"No. There were too many patrols out. It seemed like they were searching for something."

"Do you know what?"

"Nah. As much as I would love to break heads, I didn't think it would be smart to put us at a disadvantage like that."

"I don't suppose you got the name of the punk who rejected her?" he asks.

"No. Though why would you want to know that? I mean, he rejected her, you found her, case closed. He helped you."

"I think he is one of the people who abused her."

"Hate to break it to you Damon, but I believe that the whole pack are abusers. Some aggressive, some passive, some compliant. All abusers."

"I don't suppose we can just go after them and kill them?"

"Without just cause? No," I answer. "Most packs are already on edge with the power and reach you have amassed. The Skylight pack is old with a lot of blood ties with the other pack, going after them will tip the scales and start a war."

"I want to tip the scales," he snarls. "End it once and for all. I don't have any desire to play nice, especially to those pricks."

"And I get that. But we have to be smart. If you want to destroy the Skylight pack, you need a good reason to put forward when asked."

"And how am I going to get that?" he demands.

"By asking someone who was in the pack. Someone who would have enough reason to want them gone."

"No…"

"Yes. We ask Catherine."