Forgiveness

**Peters POV**
Braon is doing backflips of happiness in my head… *See, she is strong, so strong… even we can’t resist her will. I knew it, I knew it…*

*Shut up,* I think at him, a wry smile on my lips, nothing more distracting than an overexcited wolf

*It’s not me she’s angry at,* he gloats.

*I know, now will you please be quiet, I want to understand what’s happening.*

Well at least I now understand why my men are on the floor, and why I am on my knees

She is still standing close to me, so close I could reach out and touch her, but I don’t dare. This is her moment.

She is so hot, standing with her hands on her hips glaring at me. I want to gather up and take her to the bedroom and make her cum until she can’t stand, to imprint myself so firmly onto her that she never leaves me again, because if she does I don’t think I could survive it.

‘Luna’ leaves my mouth, a plea for forgiveness and it joins the same word at the same time it leaves the mouths of my men.

Em looks round and shakes her head, sighing and moves purposely towards Barlas. She crouches down in front of him, and I growl jealously.

‘Peter Bilavoda I will get to you, now shut your mouth before you say something you regret,’ then she softens the scold with *Shush your moaning honey, I will get to you, but there is something really wrong here, please trust me*

I do trust her, just why does she have to keep going to him first?

Barlas looks at me and I can see awe in his eyes for his new Luna, and an apology, as well as pain from maintaining the position he is in.

‘Forgive me my Luna’ Barlas exclaims. ‘I doubted you, I failed you, I failed the pack’.

‘Please forgive us’ chorus Decebal, Griffin and Onan. ‘We doubted you, we failed you, we failed the pack’

She looks gently at them ‘Hush fellas, I’ll be with you in a mo. I feel I need to do this individually’

I am so proud of her in that moment I could explode, but I hope she doesn’t take too long with the others, because I am terrified that she won’t forgive me, and I need her so badly that my chest is hurting and I can barely breathe.

**Emmas POV**
I glare at Peter, then walk over to the big blond lump of a man I attacked earlier

‘Forgive me my Luna’ he sobs. ‘I doubted you, I failed you, I failed the pack’.

‘Please forgive us’ chorus the other guys. ‘We doubted you, we failed you, we failed the pack’

I soften my face and turn to them ‘Hush fellas, I’ll be with you in a mo. I feel I need to do this individually’

I gently touch the exposed neck in front of me, and the man shudders. Then I help him reposition to kneeling in front of me... I would have got him to stand, but then he would be looming over me… and let's face it that would look ridiculous.

His eyes are downcast, his hands are on his lap and he keeps exposing his neck.

Shit what is going through the mind of this lummox I wonder, and then suddenly I can see, feel, hear the seething mass of emotion in the man before me.

I rock back on my heels a moment, staggered by the amount of fear and…. Shame? Emanating from him. Now I can ‘see’ our pack link in my mind’s eye, a sparking silken thread. Currently it is tainted green and purple with the emotions he is feeling.

So that is improbable, not quite sure what to make of it, and to be honest I am operating purely on instinct. Just hoping I don’t fuck it up, to paraphrase RuPaul.

Okay Em, imagine he is a scared child, not an overgrown man and use your words.

‘Hey there’ I smile gently at him. He glances shyly my way and then away again. I take his hands in mine. I am aware that Peter is growling behind me again.

‘Peter Bilavoda I will get to you, now shut your mouth before you say something you regret,’ I say out loud.

*Shush your moaning honey, I will get to you, but there is something really wrong here, please trust me*, the growling stops so I am hoping he heard me, this mind speak thing is new.

I return my focus to the man in front of me as he tries to pull his hands away, he probably heard Peter, but I don’t let him. ‘So what’s your name?’ I ask.

There is a pause then ‘Barlas, Beta of the Whitewater Pack, Luna,’

‘Well, Barlas. I am Emma, new and inexperienced Luna of the same pack.’ I give a depreciating laugh. ‘And I am delighted to meet you. You are the first pack member I have met, other than Peter and Felicia obviously. From what I can see I owe you an apology as I just attacked you, sorry about that, I am not quite sure what is going on with me, I am not normally violent. Now I also heard you voicing your reservations to Peter about me, and I get it I am probably not a worthy Luna, but I am going to try and be’

‘No Luna Emma. You are worthy. You are a strong Luna, and I doubted you, I doubted the Alpha’s judgement. I should be punished for that, but…’ he looks at me agonized, his voice a mere whisper, ‘… I failed to protect the pups and I should be banished for that.’

Punished, banished what kind of medieval crap is that. I don’t know enough about their world, but I am not sure he has even failed to fulfil his duties enough to face a disciplinary panel, let alone lose his job. Feels like a warning on his permanent record at most.

I zone out for a second, reaching out with the new sense I seem to be developing, the one that let me see his turmoil before he spoke.

When I concentrate, in my mind / my heart I can see hundreds of sparkling silken threads leading from me. I think they go to every member of my pack, and even to my daughters and granddaughter. They seem to lead to every soul that is important to me. The threads to those physically close are easy to distinguish, they even have emotion colours associated with them

I narrow my focus and I can see the ones belonging to the children, the pups. I narrow further and find a group of no more than fifteen or sixteen. At this distance I find it difficult to be exact, the threads are gossamer fine and if the pups weren’t together, I don’t think I would be able to sense them so easily.

As long as less than sixteen Whitewater pups have been kidnapped then I know that they are alive; they have not yet been failed; their threads still glow strongly.

‘Barlas how many pups?’ I ask firmly.

With puzzlement in his eyes he replies ‘Thirteen Whitewater pups Luna, and at least eight from other nearby packs’

I hadn’t realised I was holding my breath until he answers

‘Well thank all you hold holy Barlas, you haven’t failed the pups, they are all alive,’ I tell him.

He is confused …. Shit I really don’t have time for fragile men … ‘Barlas, I forgive you now go sit on the couch while I sort out your friends, then we can all plan our next steps.’

He goes to argue with me, but I am already across the room as I hear him settle onto the couch.

I speak to and introduce myself to Onan, then Decebal and finally Griffin, forgiving each of them for their imagined crimes and sending them to join Barlas on the couches.

Once I finish with the pack members, I allow myself a tight smile before straightening my face and turning to Peter and the main event.

He looks kinda hot on his knees, a dirty thought rises up in my brain, about just what I could do to him in that position. I can feel my panties getting wet just thinking about it.

Down girl, now is not the time.

I start walking towards him, a strict school ma’am ‘you are in so much trouble mister’ look on my face and a little extra wiggle in my hips. I have already forgiven him, but I want him to sweat for a little longer.

His eyes widen, then I gasp as his eyes roll up in his head and, in slow motion, he topples forward like a felled tree. Face first, straight into the carpet.

He lies there unmoving.

Behind me I can hear the guys moving from the seating area, coming to check on their Alpha.

Someone is screaming.

I realise it is me.