Chapter 19

"You can't be serious," I shrieked.

My father sighed, "Syl, you know I need my general to help train the warriors. Besides, this would be a great opportunity for you to see how it is ruling over an entire country of werewolves. It'll prepare you for when I decide to step down and you take over." 

"I know, but.... I highly doubt Obsidian would agree to this."

"Actually, Obsidian doesn't have a say in this," Malachi spoke, earning our attention. Our sudden focus on him caused a blush to form on his cheeks, making him seem incredibly shy. 

"But he's your king," I replied.

He nodded, "Yes, but he's currently ill. I'm in charge because he had asked me to be, so I'll be making this decision. Plus, I don't think he'll hate the idea of someone helping me out. Our warriors can be.... a little rambunctious and he would hate it if one of them helped me."

"But—"

"No more complaining, you'll stay there until Obsidian is back on his feet. Malachi, you better take good care of my daughter," my father warned with a stern voice, causing Malachi to almost choke on air again. 

I internally groaned but knew better than to argue with my father. I couldn't help but feel somewhat excited about seeing what Obsidian's life is like. I'll get to meet his pack, to see how they act and train, I can see what his pack house looks like and I can maybe torment the guy. Even though he's currently sick, doesn't mean I still can't go and bother him with pointless questions. 

"I'll wait for you to finish packing," Malachi voiced, pulling me from my slightly evil thoughts. 

I nodded, "How long will I be staying?"

"Give it at least another week, he should be better by then."

After I had said goodbye to my parents and Malachi received a few more threats from them, I was finally off to Obsidian's. Despite his territory starting right across the river, his actual home was further than he told me. I couldn't help but get a little annoyed when I learned that he had lied to me, that he forced himself to run for fifty more miles rather than spend a night in my pack. However, I simply pushed the irritation to the side, knowing it would be useless to hold a grudge for something so trivial. It's not like he did it to personally offend me, knowing how he spoke of his pack, I knew he wanted to get back. He was worried about them, like any good alpha would be. Packs aren't meant to survive without their leaders forever, if an alpha dies and has no heir, males will challenge each other for the title. 

Werewolf packs work almost the same as a regular wolf pack, there's an alpha, beta, elders, omegas and pups. I know a few werewolf packs have a gamma and deltas as well, but rarely do you ever run into them. That's mainly in Europe, where their packs are far more organized and stricter. I at least know where we are located, my father had decided against having extra titles, it would get far too hectic. I couldn't help but to agree with him, gammas are pretty much useless, and deltas are basically fancier omegas. To me, it was ridiculous and a waste of time. 

"Do you want anything to drink or eat?"

Malachi's voice pulled me from my thoughts, distracting me from the passing cars outside. I silently shook my head, the car ride making me drowsy. I let out a large yawn, not giving damn that as a princess, I shouldn't yawn in front of others. Malachi just laughed before turning back to his phone, seemingly playing some game. I returned to staring out my window, quietly judging people as I watched their driving. 

Somewhere between judging how others drive and telling Malachi about the person beside us picking their nose, I had fallen asleep. This is what normally happens to me during car rides, I knock out cold and don't wake up until we're either there, almost there or stopping somewhere. It made trips less boring and faster, especially when we were driving to the beach when I was younger. 

When I woke up, we were stopped at a gas station and Malachi was arguing with someone on the phone. By their conversation and the loud male voice from the other side, I knew it was Obsidian. Apparently, Malachi had left some woman in charge, who I had quickly learned was Obsidian's older sister. 

I was taken by surprise when I heard him, Obsidian had never mentioned he had a sister or even a sibling. From rumors I've heard and lessons in the history of each kingdom, I knew that his father had killed his mother when he was a child. It was a huge thing too, all kingdoms heard of it and his father had gone to trial for six months. When he was finally found guilty of murdering his mate and queen, they executed him. Since he had killed my grandparents just a few weeks before, the other kings agreed that my father could be the one to take the man's life away. When I had first heard the story, I didn't even know who Obsidian was, but then they began explaining it to me. His father killing my grandparents and causing so much pain to my family and pack, was the reason I had vowed to always hate Obsidian and his pack. However, watching how Malachi acted, spending unplanned time with Obsidian and learning some things about his pack, I knew I was wrong. 

While his father was a psycho and power hungry, Obsidian acted nothing like him. He had his pack organized, his rules weren't too difficult to follow nor were they absurd. He wasn't rude all the time, he didn't verbally assault anyone nor attack any neighboring packs and he protected me the night we met. He didn't have to, he could have allowed that hunter to take me and turned a blind eye. But he didn't, he had Malachi contain the bastard before he scooped me into his arms and prepared to take me to my room, where he believed I would be safe. And the way he had picked me up, he was gentle, almost caring how he made sure he didn't hurt me or alarm me. 

The memory of that night and the feel of his chest against my body had heat rising to my cheeks, I silently thanked the gods that Malachi wasn't looking. I quickly brushed the thoughts away, knowing I was looking far too deep. Obsidian was just being a gentleman, he didn't have feelings for me then and I doubt he has any for me now. 

"Fine! I'll pay her back for the damn wine! How was I supposed to know she liked the raspberry one? I didn't know putting her in charge meant she would go crazy over the missing wine and hold several trials!"

I chuckled at Malachi's argument, curious as to what caused Obsidian to call him, yelling about his sister. I was also intrigued, I want to get to know his sister, she sounds like a fun person.