Not Just A Luna; I Am Alpha!

Silas

I left Sena alive. How did she die in the hands of my kind? I feel stupid that many members of my coven were moving according to their own will. Or someone was making them? Is this one of the schemes of that council member? If I ever find out that he was behind it, I will surely dry him dead.

Sena is Donovan’s daughter, and his death was too sudden. I don’t know what he did in the council meeting that he had attended; he lost his life when I only asked him to find out who the Lycan was. I didn’t want to alarm the wolves so they wouldn’t be able to prepare when it was time for me to attack, and Sena’s death was a clear announcement of my plan.

I sat in the dimly lit chamber that served as the heart of the vampire council, contemplating the troubling news that had reached my ears. The report of Sena’s death, a werewolf from the Red Moon Pack, had stirred a sense of unease within me. As an elder, I felt a responsibility to address the matter swiftly. I reached for a crystal orb on the table, a conduit that connected me to the minds of the council members. With a steady hand, I whispered an incantation, invoking the ancient magic that bound our thoughts together. The orb flickered to life, and the faces of the council members materialized in the ethereal glow.

I began as my eyes pierced through the darkness, “Council members, I have called upon you to discuss a matter of great urgency. It has come to my attention that many of our kind have been involved in the death of a werewolf named Sena from the Red Moon Pack.”

A murmur of interest rippled through the virtual gathering. The council members, each with their unique presence and history, focused their attention on me, and I could feel the weight of responsibility hanging in the air as I continued to address the assembly.

“This incident raises questions that demand answers. We, as leaders of our kind, must be vigilant in ensuring that our actions do not jeopardize the plan we are making to rule over the supernatural and humans.” I paused, allowing the gravity of my words to settle among the council members. I knew that the repercussions of this event could extend beyond the immediate concern of inter-species relations.

I continued in a firm voice, “I have called this gathering to seek information and clarity on the circumstances surrounding Sena’s death. We must ascertain whether this incident was an isolated occurrence or if there are underlying tensions that could threaten the plan we have been working on.”

As I spoke, the faces of the council members reflected a mixture of curiosity, concern, and, in some cases, a hint of guilt. Each member held a unique perspective on the intricate tapestry of vampire-werewolf relations, and I sought to harness their collective wisdom to unravel the truth.

“I implore each of you to share any information you may have regarding this matter,” I urged. “It is crucial that we address this issue swiftly and decisively. Our actions in the coming days will shape the future of our kind.”

Silence hung in the chamber as the council members absorbed my words. The orb continued to glow, capturing the intensity of the moment. Being a figure of authority and wisdom among the vampires, I awaited their responses, knowing that the choices made in the wake of Sena’s death would resonate far beyond the walls of the vampire council chamber.

“Why do we have to bother about that she-wolf’s death?”

“Alejandro!” I shouted, “I don’t know if you are thinking or not. You know very well that we are planning to eliminate those wolves! Now that Sena died in that way, do you think they won’t be as vigilant as before? They will be more prepared and ready for the war that we wage against them.”None of the idiot council spoke up. “Whoever is behind this incident will have to answer to me, and the punishment is severe.”

“My Lord, why do we need to punish our own when they just do what we usually do to our enemies?” one of the council members asked.

“Why are you even sitting in the council when you are useless? Where the hell is your brain?”

“My Lord-” Vladimir will defend him, so I cut his words off.

“Council members,” I said, my voice resonating with a measured urgency, “the death of Sena has ignited a spark of turmoil among the werewolves. We must be acutely aware that this incident has not gone unnoticed, and the Red Moon Pack, in particular, will be on high alert.”

The faces of the council members reflected a mix of concern and contemplation. So I continued, “Our actions will undoubtedly shape the werewolves’ response. They will seek answers, justice, and, in their eyes, retribution for the loss of one of their own. We must prepare for the possibility that they may perceive this as an act of war.” Silence lingered in the chamber as the weight of my words settled among the council members, and I think they already understood what I meant.

“We cannot afford to underestimate the consequences of Sena’s death,” I emphasized. “The werewolves, as resilient and fierce as they are, will not stand idly by. We must tread carefully in the coming days to prevent a full-scale conflict that could shatter our plan of waging war on them.” As I spoke, the council members exchanged knowing glances, recognizing the need for strategic deliberation.

“We must be vigilant and anticipate the moves of the Red Moon Pack and other werewolf factions,” I declared. “Our intelligence networks should be heightened, and we must gather information about their responses and preparations. The werewolves, rightfully so, will demand answers.”

I concluded, “In the face of this crisis, let us exercise prudence and restraint. We need to be extra careful with everything we do. I didn’t want anyone in the coven to suffer the same fate as Sena, so make sure that you tell everyone to always be in groups.”

As the virtual gathering dispersed, the crystal orb dimmed, leaving me with the weight of leadership and the knowledge that one of those bastard councils was behind Sena’s death. “Drake!”NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

“My Lord,” he said as he entered the chamber.

“Look into Nicolo. His whereabouts and everything for the last five days Let me know if he leads the others to do that to that she-wolf.”

“Yes, My Lord,” he replied and left the chamber.

As Drake left, my mind traveled to the time when I talked to Sena in the diner. I smell something different. I don’t know what that is, but it makes me feel like coming back. The scent was very faint as if whoever owned it had been there a few days later. I had to find out who owned that scent. I won’t be able to rest until I find out why it smells good to me.