Chapter 30 CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
EMILY’S POV
Emily breathed out, before knocking on the hard wooden door. She waited patiently, wondering if she had been too hasty coming here. There was no time to back out, as the commanding voice of Alpha Castor asked her to come in.
Emily entered his office, standing close to the door. Her eyes took in the spacious room, beautifully decorated. The walls were painted a dark blue, with the brightness of sunlight filtering through the open windows, their rays cast an illuminating hue around the room. Alpha Castor was seated behind a big table, his eyes unreadable as he stared at her.
He ushered her to one of the seats, before folding his hands on the table.
“How can I help you?” he asked, once Emily was properly seated.
“I don’t mean to disturb you, but some recent developments have made me seek you out.” Emily brought out the picture in her purse, placing it gently in front of Alpha Castor.
She watched as Alpha Castor picked the picture up, his gaze unfaltering as he stared at it. He dropped the picture down, before staring at her.
“What would you like to know?" he asked, leaning back against his chair.
Emily took a deep breath, contemplating on how absurd all this sounded. She sighed, leaning back also against her chair.
According to what I found, my name was on this bracelet Emily says, dropping the bracelet on the table, the little girl in that picture has a striking resemblance to me, one I cannot ignore.
I want to know who the woman beside you is. "Was she your sister?" Emily asked nervously.
Alpha Castor glanced at her, his eyes unreadable. He picked up the bracelet, rolling it between his thumb.
Her name was Camille Kingsley he says, chuckling a little. Very feisty, and stubborn as well. She had been one of the Rogues that had attacked our pack.
Emily's eyes widened in surprise, her heart beating fast, as she wondered if she should have just buried this picture far far away.
Alpha Castor smiled softly at her, before continuing his speech.
I had just been appointed as the Alpha of this pack, and not even two days after burying my father, a pack of Rogues had attacked. We had fought as hard as we could, briefly succeeding in pushing a lot of them back. Camille had been badly injured in the fight, and had quickly surrendered.
We treated her at this pack, giving her the opportunity to stay or leave when she was properly healed.
She chose to stay, despite how many of our pack members treated her. I am not proud, Alpha Castor says, but I was one of those who didn’t fully welcome her.
“So what happened?” Emily asked, “did she leave when she couldn’t take it anymore?”
Alpha Castor laughed loudly, the sound booming around the room. “Camille?” He shook his head, smiling softly. I won’t lie, it was hard for her. Most of us didn’t trust her. "I mean do you blame us?" We had suspected, that her choosing to stay was a ploy.
And we kept her around because it was convenient. If the rogues attacked again, then we would use her as a bargaining chip.
And as expected, not too long after, our pack was attacked again.
Do you know why this pack is called the Red Moon pack he asked, leaning forward his steely gaze on Emily.
“No,” Emily mumbles out, her curiosity piqued at these points.
Our pack was formerly known as the Crescent pine pack. But after that night, it was only right that we changed it.
Of course we were prepared, we knew that the rogue wolves would come back. But like I said, I had just been appointed as the Alpha, and most of our resources had been shortened by the last fight we had just come out from.
And of course Camille, we had been right. Her decision to stay was a devised plan. She had been on the front line, tearing into those that had mocked and treated her badly.
Emily held the vomit threatening to spill from her mouth. It was better to not know the woman who might have birthed her, than knowing she had been a monster.
They had attacked fast and viciously, Alpha Castor continued. Led by the notorious Kinsley Brothers. The fight had been brutal, our side losing the battle quickly. I had given up already, saying a prayer to my ancestors, ready to join them when the full moon occurred.
Not just any moon but the Red moon. It’s not highly talked about today, but the Red moon is a powerful occurrence that happens once, every 50 years. It heightens our strength. And for someone like Camille, who was a true Alpha. It was absolute blood shed.
But something incredible happened, something that saved this pack from annihilation. Like a spell being cast, Camille started fighting on our side. With her strength alone, we were able to turn the fight to our favor.
"Why would Camille fight for your pack?" Emily asked, confused.
"She found her mate," Alpha Castor says.
With the Red Moon, her mate bond would be heightend to the fullest.
She kept looking around, Alpha Castor continued. screaming for her mate, as she fought viciously against her brothers.
I don’t really know her true lineage, as different versions had been passed down for a long time. Even Camille herself had been looking for that answer, till her death.
“What is a true Alpha?” Emily asked, interrupting Alpha Castor again.
Like any species, the Werewolf have their own versions of fairy tales. According to my father, and the books I have read. A true Alpha is someone who doesn’t necessarily need to change into a full wolf. They can morph halfway, changing any part of their body at will.
They are also capable of having different mates, the moon goddess has specially blessed them with that ability. They are faster, and more stronger than any other wolf.
Emily blanched, looking at Camille's picture once more. She looked at the slender lady, wondering how someone so fragile looking could be capable of so much.
You mentioned that the Kinsley brothers were notorious, “why didn’t they form their own pack?” instead of remaining as Rogue.
Alpha Castor sighed, leaning back against his chair, a faraway look in his eyes, as he stared out the window.
They had a pack Alpha Castor sneered out, looking back at Emily. ““They formed a pack with other Rogues. But unlike any other pack, theirs didn’t come with rules. There were no appointed leaders, just a bunch of rogues coming together to create havoc.””
What happened to them, the Kinsley brothers. ““Did Camille turn on her own brothers?””
They escaped, he says, and have not been heard of, till these day.
“What about Camille, did she find her mate that night?” Emily asked eagerly.
“Yes,” Alpha Castor said, looking down at the bracelet with her name on it.
“Who was it?” Emily asked, almost at the edge of her seat from anticipation.
Alpha Castor stared at her for a while, his heated gaze running over her face.
“Me,” he says, "Camille was my Mate.”