Alpha Xander: His Contracted Luna

That late night, the Elder was in the garden picking up the shards of vases and flower pots. He had taken the last piece and tied up the trash bag. He looked at the road. The lamp post dawned on a man with cornrows. He walked so subtly in his full vintage tweed regalia.

The Elder dropped the trash bag and stared at the lonely seer with a feeling of awe. He waved to hail his presence and followed suit with a low bow. He rushed in to get his place ready to host the seer.

He had cleared the carpet and sprayed the room with a light fume fragrance. He peeped out the door-hole and the front yard right to the porch was empty and quiet. He keened in his senses but he heard no breaths or steps.

He opened the door with angst. He walked around the garden and spotted footprints on his doorstep. The door shut behind him and he looked back. He ran back in to see who had invaded his space.

The seer was the master of stealth.

He opened the door and hung back his trench coat. Another coverall was already hung in his cloak hanger. He saw the seer sitting on a sofa, with his legs crossed on a cushion.

“I should treat you to some green tea,” he shut the door.

“I have only lived four decades come on now Jack don’t be rude,” the seer snickered.

Jack sat across the seer and waited for him to speak. The seer had taken his time to meditate after staring straight into the eyes of the boar head strung up on the wall.

“You don’t mind oatmeal?” Jack asked kindly not to say the wrong thing. “I can fix it up right away.”

“Just sit Jack,” the Seer cautioned. “Everyone in the community knows I hate oatmeal. If I was human I’d be allergic.”

“To what do I owe this visit Seer?” he sounded more confident as he leaned back on the couch.

“Many things actually,’ the Seer rubbed his chin. “First off, what is that faint smell?”

“Oh that’s just the sake I spread every night,” he spread his arms across the couch.

“Smells like you brought a lass around,” the Seer teased rubbing his palms together.

“Why would you think that?” Jack folded his arms with an angry face. “I thought you came here for urgent matters, not shallow-minded talks.”

“Be careful there now Jack. Mind your words,” the Seer chuckled softly and brought his legs down from the cushion.

***

“With rogues on the loose down south, the Alpha pack has to be stronger than ever,” Jack said.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Xander Marion is holding the fort well so far.” the seer said. “Or is his Luna inactive and was never meant to be?”

“Faye Meade needs to be reinstated as Luna,” Jack said sternly. “With the two of them leading the pack, their troubles would cease to cause alarm at the south.”

“A Meade is Luna of the south?” the seer asked surprisingly. “I was not at the coronation of the Marion boy I see. At first, it was an Omega wolf and now I hear of something else.”

“The Omega wolf died tragically,” Jack’s eyes went sad. “But with Faye Meade-with your blessing of course it will benefit the Alpha pack to have her officially as the Luna.”

The Seer went into a state spasm. His pupils ceased to appear in his eyes. His face went blank. He was lost for a brief moment in his mind. He saw flashes of Faye in a white dress. She was stained with a pint of red on her chest. The stain spread all over. Her white flannel was now dreadful and crimson. She was lying on the ground dead with a ragged trench coat by her side.

He snapped out of the trance. He opened his eyes to see Jack sprinkling water from a glass over his face. He turned away the glassware in Jack’s hand and stood on his feet.

“I have gotten word from the Moon Goddess,” the seer’s eyes widened.

“I am listening… is it Faye?” Jack asked hesitantly.

“She is a Luna already… but there will be conditions,” he lifted his right index at Jack’s face.

“Whatever it is she will live by,” Jack pulled out his phone to make a call.

“Do not reach her now,” the Seer warned. “First light, we go to the Manor of the young Marion.

Jack put his phone back into his pocket. He smiled inwardly knowing he had fulfilled his end of the bargain. And it was a matter of time before news reached Faye at the manor.

***AT THE MANOR***

Sandra ordered the maids to leave when Jamal walked into the kitchen. He had been standing at the door watching her for a while till it ticked her off.

“This mysterious hitch is not you, and you know it,” she said putting a disk away in the rack.

“I have been thinking about what I said… at the lake,” he rested his arms on the kitchen counter.

“You were straight to the point when we last spoke and I’ve moved on,” she picked up a knife from his side without making eye contact.

“I can tell you still want to talk to me Sandra,” Jamal said with ease.

“You must be as delusional as Faye to think that,” she turned back with a frown.

“Mistakes were made yes,” he walked to the other end of the counter to be by her side.

“You really have raised the bar low,’ she scoffed. “At first I thought you were blinded by loyalty. Now I see who you truly are.”

“Which is?” he held the knife in her hand.

“A stupid little wolf,” she said with a stern into his eyes. “I can’t believe I ever had feelings for you.”

“Like hell you deserved me,” he threw the knife away from her grip. It made a deep cut into her palm. She bled out profusely. Sandra had always been a slow healer. Jamal knew too well of it. His eyes were gladdened although he still held a sliver of regret for his action he didn’t show it.

“Sandra you make the nest meatloaf” Joni walked into the kitchen with a greasy empty plate in his hand. “What’s going on?” he saw Sandra drawing a knife from the rack and Jamal stepping back like she was about to stab him.

“You are the worst person,” she slung out the knife at Jamal’s face.

“Go away Delta,” Jamal said. “This doesn’t concern you.”

“I think it does,” Joni puts his plate on the counter and grabs a napkin. “Sandra calm down,” he walked past Jamal and stood in between the raging former couple.

“Move it Delta,” Jamal threatened. “I am not going to tell you again.”

“What do you want to do?” Sandra stepped forward and Joni was now behind her. “Cut his palm his palm with a knife too?” she pushed the knife to Jamal’s chest. She was furious and ready to stick the knife in him if he attacked her or Joni.

“Screw this,” Jamal grunted and walked back out of the kitchen.

Sandra dropped the knife on the counter. Immediately, Joni tended to her bleeding palm.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he tied the napkin around her palm. “It appears your would isn’t closing up fast.”

“Yeah that happens,” she winced when he tightened the tourniquet. “Thank you, Joni.”

She smiled at him at him and noticed he was staring out the window. She looked up into the sky observing the moon high up in the deserted clouds.

“It’s gonna be a full moon soon,” Joni said.