Chapter 1 : The Delivery
POV: Alpha Conall
Heavy puffs of breath could be seen through the purple, pink, and blue lights shifting through the night sky. Conall could feel the thundering hearts of his wolves as they waited for the transport to come in. For a moment, the Aurora Moon's Alpha allowed himself to look around at his pack members. Males. All males. Big, broad, long haired, bare chested, muscley tattooed males. Many would correctly compare these wolves' human forms to what old pictures of vikings looked like, which would make sense since this specific pack had strong ancestral ties to the norsemen of old.
There was no question about this pack's strength. The only question was about the pack's ability to survive long term. It had been so since the last she wolf died after the radiation poisoning wiped the majority of living beings off of the face of the earth. The radiation was particularly damaging to females, so all their mothers, wives, and daughters were wiped out despite any efforts to save them. Damn, stupid humans. They were responsible for this horrific loss. Conall's face drew back in a sneer at the mere thought of the senseless tragedy that made them all survivors of a war they had nothing to do with.
But those thoughts would do nothing to change their current situation. Conall knew better than to dwell upon his hate for the humans or upon the ceaseless grief that still plagued them all. The world was still struggling even though signs showed the radiation was gone and the once strong Aurora Moon pack was marked to become extinct unless they got new females that could mate and breed with the men. Conall had played a risky game but in the end he got what he wanted for his pack. The chance to survive.
Conall noticed a shift in the men as they started to strain forward looking as though they were struggling to stay put. He could sense wolves fighting to be set free and a few howls were released as a wave of excitement washed through the pack of almost 100 males.
Conall begin to hear the distant sounds of wheels slowly trudging along. About four or five miles away from the sound of it. Conall looked at his Beta, Vilkas, and mind linked him to start the preparations for the arrival of the transport.
Vilkas immediately got his elite warrior group of Betacons together and started walking towards the unloading area. Conall allowed himself a brief smile because he could sense his Beta's excitement. Hell, truth of the matter was that he was just as excited as any of his pack members. It was nice to once again feel a sliver of hope running through the emotions of his wolves.
Conall watched as Vilkas and the Betacons moved clear barriers in front of the unloading area. Conall knew he was going to have to use his Alpha energy to keep his wolves from rushing forward once the goods started to get unloaded. As a preventive measure, Conall started pushing his authority into the wolves’ mind. He was met with some resistance but a deep, meaningful growl was all Conall had to use in order to stop any defiance.
As the transport sounds became louder, more howls started filling the sky. The white puffs of breath in the cold night air became larger and quicker. Several males could be seen taking deep sniffs as if they were desperately trying to catch the scent of anything that could give them more information about the current situation. Heat radiated off of the massive bodies despite the freezing cold drawing out steam in an almost surreal way.
Now that the barriers were in place, the Betacons moved in front of the barriers facing the excited crowd of werewolves. It was their job to protect the transport at all costs. Nothing was more important. There could be zero loss. Hopefully, there wouldn't be a need to use any kind of force but the wolves had been warned just in case. If any wolf made even the slightest of aggressive move, he would immediately be sent to the ice caves to be imprisoned for a minimum of one week. No questions, no excuses. It was harsh, but effective.
A new wave of emotion rippled through the pack. Desire. Raw, unfiltered desire. Chest grumbles started to emulate throughout the pack and a new round of howls sounded true throughout the night. The wolves were wound up so tight, Conall had to send out his calming influence to keep dominance fights from breaking out. He also pushed out a visual image of the ice caves through the mind link. The threat hit its mark and the crowd started to feel more contained. And with no time to spare. The first transport was now coming into sight.
Conall breathed deeply as he watched the vehicle slowly lirch forward. It was distantly followed by two more large military style vehicles. The Alpha swallowed hard and shut his eyes knowing how difficult pack life was just about to get. However, the Alpha's thoughts were interrupted as Conall sensed a disturbance on Transport 1. As the large vehicle came to an abrupt stop, he observed the vehicle rock side to side as though something was being bounced off the inside walls. A deep frown set upon Conall’s mouth as he reconciled the fact that this was already not going as planned.
The Betacons looked in surprise over their shoulders towards the rocking vehicle. Vilkas slowly approached the vehicle's door with caution. Conall mind linked Vilkas to be careful and not get on the transport in case there was some kind of trap. The last thing they needed was another tragedy.
Tentatively, Vilkas knocked on the side of the vehicle as if he were knocking on a child's bedroom door rather than a massive hunk of tin and tires. Conall could hear Vilkas’ nose sniffing loudly as though he was trying to sort through some sort of puzzle. Immediately, Vilkas started to move backwards while linking Conall that he smelled blood in the transport. Conall roared for everyone to step back and started moving quickly towards the transport, ax in hand. However, he came to an abrupt stop as the door to the transport flew open and a tiny woman quickly stormed off the top step. A collective breath was drawn in from the pack as they all stared in wonder at this porcelain looking doll. A female. A beautiful little female who would soon be sharing the bed of one of his pack members. An unwarranted and unwanted flash of some unrecognizable emotion stirred within Conall at that thought.
“Down boy. Not for you.” Conall thought in a self chastising way to his wolf, Tanzier. A rough growl responded back, filling Conall's head, much to his surprise.
The little doll she wolf drew her fur lined jacket close to her face with one hand while wiping blood off her nose with the back of her other hand. She looked around tentatively for a moment until she made eye contact with Conall. Then with a voice that didn't match the sweet little porcelain doll, the female pointed at Conall and yelled, “Are you the lying asshole who is in charge here?”
Yep, the she wolves were now here. Moon Goddess help them all!
