The Moon Goddess' Chosen

295 Micah

The man looked around, taking note of the new guests, “My name is Micah Chase. Living under my brother’s shadow makes it hard to be recognised. Now that Tom and Marie are back in the picture, it’s going to be even harder,” The man replied, standing up only to bow to the royals in the room.

“Micah Chase, I thought you were still in Lycaon,” King Davin asked, calming at the mention of one of the members of the renowned family of hunters.

“I was supposed to be there, but Thorrin detected trouble in this part of Sirius. Since it was raining heavily at the time, there was nothing he or any of us could do. The rogue king definitely was here, but I don’t understand what he was doing here. He came and only tampered with one home. He also left no carnage in his wake. There is no blood or bodies. No sign of a struggle. None of it makes sense,” the man said, speaking more to himself while still trying to find clues to what happened in the house.

“The Chase family keeping tabs on the rogue king again,” the king chuckled.

“It’s more like Thorrin chasing his hunches. Although he’s not the only one that does that. The most interesting story that’s still going around is that of a hunter who flew from Sirius just to intercept the escaping Rogue King.”

“Katie says the Rogue King was not to be allowed to escape by any means necessary. Any idea what she was so afraid of?” Queen Martha asked Micah.

“Not yet. I’m more interested in how the man escaped the dungeons,” Micah cursed.

Silence took over the entire room... an awkward silence that demanded the attention of everyone in the room. The king was the first to look around for reasons for the end to the occasional murmuring. The werewolves of the Golden Moon pack would not look him straight in the eye. The silence was so thick that it felt like one could cut through it with a blade, “Is there something I should know?”

Micah looked up in time to hear the explanation, “The traitor that set the rogue king free was from our pack, your majesty.” The alpha admitted. As it had turned out, the Golden Moon pack were aware of the betrayal.

.....

“Ah, Victor, if I remember the name correctly,” the king nodded.

“Yeah, Victor...” the king cut him off.

“What was he doing in the capital again? I thought he’d been demoted,” the king asked.

“I see you’re informed. No doubt Madeline told you everything. He asked Lionel to let him prove his worth to the prince, claiming he would never be able to be given his rank back if he sat down and did nothing. His courage was inspiring. None of us was able to look past his deception,” one of the deltas began to explain.

“How did you come to learn of his treachery?” the king asked the alpha.

This time, he turned to his son, Lionel. Lionel sighed and looked up at the king. Despite the terror that assailed him when he locked eyes with the king’s blue orbs, he continued, “He confronted me on that day... after drugging my drink with a sleeping draught. It was his own sick way of getting a reaction out of me after leading him to the rogue king myself.”

Micah stopped his obsession with the room and walked to the girl standing beside Lina. Intimidated by the man’s sudden interest in her, Madeline’s eyes began to shift back to grey, her focus on keeping them amber wavering under the scrutinisation.

“You were here that night, weren’t you?”

The girl nodded, taking a step back from the hunter. Realising his awkward mistake, he stepped out of her personal space, “Apologies... I just figured you were the missing piece of the puzzle.”

“Is my grandmother still alive?” the girl asked him.

Micah was silent for a bit, “I honestly can’t tell. There was no sign of a struggle as far as I can see from the state of this living room. Considering no one else in the whole pack was attacked, the rogue king probably came here for a reason. One that I think you might know. I don’t know why he chose this house to attack. I see nothing special about it, but I do think he took your grandmother alive for a reason. Care to share?”

The girl sighed, secretly relieved he didn’t say the rogue king had killed her. Unfortunately, that didn’t mean she was safe either.

Madeline started explaining the story of her escape and the last moments she saw her grandmother. The whole time, the members of her pack that were present paid attention to what she was saying critically.

A few of them couldn’t help but stand proud when they heard the way the Seeker had handled herself in the presence of the rogue king.

The alpha of the pack walked about the room when she was done with her story, “The rogue king is going to try his best to get whatever information he thinks he can get out of the woman.”

“What of the Origin? Is that important to him?” the queen asked them.

“I don’t know, honestly. It’s more like a mystery really. No one has ever seen it. It’s only a tale and even if the king finds it, I’ve heard that he might not be able to use it, but who can tell?”

“What is the Origin exactly?” Lina asked, irritated after hearing the term so many times.

“Oh, it’s just something the hunters can never forget,” Micah interrupted them, taking a seat and crossing his legs, “It is said to be the place where the two original werewolves were given their power. The place where moon goddess touched the ground on the day she first arrived to curse her first two followers. It’s said that each time she comes down, the place she sets foot on, transforms into a field of moon lotuses. But then again, those are all stories.”

“Stories... legends... that’s all we have to go on right now,” the king sighed, “Madeline, you’ll be living at the palace back in Sirius.”

“What? Madeline is a member of the...” one of the deltas began to oppose him when the king turned to face him furiously.

“There will be no further discussion on this matter. One Seeker is already missing. I don’t intend to have let another go missing as well,” he said with a hint of finality. The delta backed away from the king as he marched out of the cottage.

‘What on earth is going on here?’ the king’s thoughts thrashed about his mind in search of an answer. A wave of frustration echoed through his mind. He desperately wanted to find an answer to at least one question in the raging sea that assailed his mind. But alas, he would not be granted one... Not so soon at least...