A great Alpha in the making

Marsai's POV



I was so lost in my thoughts that I almost bumped into a little child. Correction, the child almost bumped into me, it seemed the little one was in a hurry to go somewhere. I wondered where she was running off until I turned and looked in the direction of where she had run.



In the midst of a few onlookers sat a lanky old man, a big shawl wrapped around his shoulders and a piece of dried barley stem stuck between his lips. He was saying something, talking animatedly as he moved his hands and it seemed everyone was interested in what he was saying, so out of sheer curiosity and the fact that I was already intrigued, I decided to walk over there and listen.



"He was the greatest Alpha to rule in the history of the Crescent origin. He was truly the son of his father." The man said.



"Who was?" Asked a little boy who had just joined the little crowd.



"Why, the late Alpha of course!" The man smiled, the few teeth in his mouth coming out in view. "Heavens bless his soul and that of our late Luna as well"



Wait. He was talking about my parents?



I decided to know more, "you heard about what happened to my—our late Alpha and Luna?"



"Heard?" The man scoffed sadly as he turned to me, "the whole Crescent Moon pack was thrown into turmoil." He said, wringing his arms as everyone nodded. I finally noticed the sadness behind those smiles, behind the normality of everything. Everyone had their head cast low, I saw teary eyes and sad faces.



"Didn't you know?" The man asked me, "Are you not from here?"



I blinked as I cleared my throat, "I am but…I haven't been out for a while. Besides I was wondering how everyone will know what happened and still act—"



"Okay?" The man asked and I nodded, "No one is okay. We were all still mourning, the late Alpha was a good man, one of the greatest wolf of his time"



I smiled as I nodded internally at the man's words. The image of my father appeared in my mind.



"Oh, I remember the day he had been crowned as the new Alpha…" the man sighed with a thoughtful expression on his face.



"What happened on that day, Storyteller?" Someone asked. I was also curious to know about what had happened on the day of my father's coronation and I was anxiously waiting on this storyteller.



The man…the Storyteller, tugged at his scarf, scanning everyone who stood there for a while before he began to talk, "I was just a little boy then," he smiled, " It was a celebratory day for everyone. News of our late Alpha; then Prince Connor the second, coronation spread throughout the pack. It was a colorful day, his father had been the one to crown him…"

Marsai sighed. Yes, she remembered her father telling her that story. He had told her that his father passed away three days after his coronation and he was forever grateful that he had lived an extra three days to be there to coronate him.



"…Our late Alpha took over his position with honor, even after his father passed. He made us prosperous and happy. Have you heard of the war against the Hart attack?"



"Huh?" Someone asked in confusion, "Heart attack? Why would there be a war against a heart attack?"



I knew what the storyteller meant so I didn't bother to correct anyone.



"No, stupid. He meant the war between the Crescent pack and the bounty hunters" Someone asked.



The man laughed dryly as he shook his head, "No, no. It wasn't a war against bounty hunters,or a heart attack, don't be silly!" He smiled, "It was a war between the Crescent pack and the huntsmen of Hartland. They called themselves the Harts.."



"Ohh…" everyone exclaimed, "You mean Hart attack."



The man nodded, "yes. And our late Alpha went into war and came back victorious, bringing fame to our pack. He saved the other werewolves that had been kidnapped by that dreadful huntsman and gave those who lost their lives a befitting burial"



"Never have our pack lacked anything. Even during the drought, when I was a young lad, our Late Alpha and the royal knights went on a month's journey to find the rare drought seeds, more than four thousand leagues from here!"



"Drought seeds?" I was intrigued. I've never heard of those before, "what's that?"



"Well Miss, it is a tiny seed that grows in the swamps just off Baitman’s creek"



Wait…what? Seriously? Baitman's creek is like the most dreaded place ever, it's rumored to have monsters and demons roaming in the darkness. Anyone who went there almost never came back…and my father went there? No way.



"What are the seeds for?" I asked again.



"The seeds are very special. They are used in droughts when the ground is hard and infertile and plants cannot survive. One drought seed is mixed with the seeds of any plant and they're planted and no matter how harsh the drought is, the plant will grow and flourish."



Wow. I was intrigued that I kept on listening to this man rain praises on my late father.



I wonder how he and everyone felt about Fenrir. I waited till he finished asking him.



"You've heard of the monster Alpha, the one ruling us right now. What do you think of him? Do you believe that it is only a matter of time before he drags us to ruin?"



I watched the storyteller chew slowly on his barley stem before answering me, "You mean, Alpha Fenrir?" I nodded. I didn't expect his name to be known but…okay.



"Why would you think he wouldn't be a good Alpha?" He asked.



I cleared my throat, "well," I started, "…he..he murdered the—"



"The chances my dear, of our pack becoming the greatest and strongest in the entire wolf region is going to be doubled because of our new Alpha."



I stared at the man in shock for a while. What did…what did he just say? Is he joking?