The Table
Shane
“Please, forgive my boldness, Alpha,” an elder man stepped forward. He wore a gown that fell to his feet and had white hair that peppered the top of his head. I didn’t have to hear him to know what he wished to speak on.
“I refuse to have my sister be questioned on her ability just because of her sex,” I said.
“Yes, Alpha, I understand. As I said, please forgive my boldness, but woman do not hold ranks. There isn’t a pack around that does this. Women can only hold two titles, one of which your sister already holds; Luna and Heir,” the old man said.
“I am aware of this,” I said.
“There is no logic to it. A woman cannot hold rank,” the old man said.
“Do you defy me? Do you question my choice?” I asked as I dropped.
“No, Alpha, I wouldn’t dare. Please understand that this will cause friction within the pack,” the old man said.
“Noted, Old Man. My sister shares my blood and despite the thoughts of those beneath her, that’s what they are. Beneath her. Next to me, she holds the most power here. Those who disobey, question, or belittles their Gamma shall be punished. I don’t know how your previous Alpha ran things the last few years, but I am not him. Obey my rules or suffer the consequences,” I said.
“Yes, Alpha,” the crowd answered.
“I’m not done. I am not the Alpha before me, nor am I like any of the other Alphas in this country. I don’t abide by their rules,” I said.
“Yes, Alpha,” the crowd answered again.
Good.
“You are excused, Old Man. Everyone else, you may stand back up,” I said. The Old man took a few steps backwards with his head bowed.
“Now, why don’t one of you step forward and tell me what we’re doing here today?
what was the cause of this… event?” I asked.
One of the guests, a younger man, stepped forward. He had long red hair that had been braided back in a low bun. He had freckles splashed all over his face, thin lips, and green eyes. He wore expensive clothes and I knew he had to be someone who held rank or had money.
“Alpha. My name is Jon Lock and I am one of the lords of the surrounding lands. We’ve each come today to discuss what we have to offer,” the man said.
“Lords? What have you come to offer today?” I asked.
“I’ve come to offer crops from this years harvest. Will you accept my offering, Alpha?” He asked.
“I don’t see why not. What do you get in exchange?” I asked.
“My life and my families security,” Lord Jon Lock answered.
“You’ll receive payment for your offering,” I said.
“Thank you, Alpha,” he said.
Lord Jon bowed his head and walked backwards to where he stood before. Another man took a step forward but stopped when the doors burst open. A slim man rushed in, he stopped at the front and bowed low. His chest rose and dipped with each breath. He walked down the aisle towards the throne. When he reached the warriors, Trent took a step in front of him and blocked him. The young man bowed and reached into his satchel.
“I come with a letter from the Table,” the messenger said.
He pulled out a letter and handed it to Trent. Trent took it and turned from him. He made his way toward me, but stopped a few feet from the bodies. I motioned him up and he walked up to my side.
“Open it, read it, and tell me the contents of the letter,” I demanded.
I watched as he ripped open the letter and red it. The room remained silent as they waited eagerly for the news.
“This letter was addressed to the previous Alpha,” Trent said.
“What did The Table want?” I asked.
From my limited knowledge, I knew the Table was a group of Alpha’s who were of like minds that came together on occasion. They discussed large events, treaties, alliances, enemies, and rogues. Anything going on in the country was discussed at the Alpha meetings.
“To notify him of the next meeting,” Trent said.
“Excellent. Let the Alpha’s Table know of the change in leadership here at Dark Moon,” I said.
The messenger reached into his satchel and pulled out wood, paper, and quill. Trent walked down to where the messenger stood and the young man handed the tools to him. Trent walked back to where I stood and took a knee. He wrote word for word of what I said by the small pile of bodies.
“Is that all, Alpha?” Trent asked.
“Yes, that is all,” I said.
Trent nodded and stood to his feet. He walked over to the messenger and handed him the letter, who in turn bowed and turned from us. I watched as he ran from the direction he came. When he was gone I turned back to Trent.
“When is the meeting?” I asked.
“This weekend,” Trent said.
“That doesn’t leave us with much time,” I said.
“No, it doesn’t,” Trent said.
“How many Deltas do we have here at Dark Moon?” I asked.
“There are four, Alpha,” Trent answered.
“If their are four Deltas, that would mean that the surrounding lands are split into four… You will be my acting Gamma until Maveline takes her place as Gamma. At that point, you will take the title and rank of Head Delta,” I said.
“I don’t know if that’ll be… Yes, Alpha. Thank you for the opportunity,” Trent said as he bowed his head.
“We will notify the other four Deltas of the change. If they refuse to pledge their loyalty to me, they will meet their death at the end of my sword. Those who have been struck down will need replacing. I will leave that to you,” I said.
“Yes, Alpha,” Delta Trent said.
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