Twin Moon - Chapter 210 - Maps
Whiskey.
**Present Day.**
I shook away the memory and continued reading, struggling to translate the text the best that I could. But I couldn’t help but feel like it wasn’t good enough. I took longer to work my way through the pages, making sure I checked and double checked the words carefully. The Alpha wrote about an incident. A death. It would seem that the she-wolf killed someone in the pack. I pieced together as much as I could. It had been a year since the child’s powers manifested. Many Alphas from many packs sought her out and tried to trade with the Alpha, so that they could claim her, or own her. I'm not sure with that translation. But they wanted her, and he wasn’t willing to let her go.
It wasn’t until I was nearly at the end of the journal when things started to get really interesting. He mentioned meeting with an Alpha from another pack. A very old and powerful pack. From what I could understand, he was afraid of this Alpha. He spoke of this Alpha’s power and his family, or his line, perhaps it was his lineage. Again, I couldn’t quite understand the translation. This Alpha offered him an ultimatum. Either give him the she-wolf, or everyone dies. So, a deal was struck. They killed the child’s parents and siblings, then sold her to the powerful Alpha. But she did not go peacefully. In her attempts to escape, she killed the Luna and the son of the Alpha. It was the way in which she killed them that shocked me. She suffocated them, without ever placing her hands on their bodies. One of my favourite skills, a skill I use very often. And this mut was able to do the same thing. The thought enraged me.
I closed the book and wrung my fingers tightly around the cover. I am supposed to be special. I am supposed to be unique. And yet all this time I thought I was one of a kind, another had already mastered my abilities. I am the strong one. I am the trained killer, the silent assassin, the ghost in the night. I am the powerful one. This bitch has nothing on me. A ripping sound pulled me from my rage spiral, I looked down to see the journal now in two shredded pieces in my hands. Fuck. I kneeled down on the ground and laid the two halves together. I opened them both back up to the page that I was last reading, and tried to line them up so that I could see the handwritten words. I really shredded the damned thing. Once I got past the section that had been torn, and down to the bottom end of the page, I could see more clearly. All that I could make out on the last page, was that the she-wolf had escaped custody. The Alpha was worried she would come for him after he had her family killed. And if not her, then the powerful Alpha. He thought the Alpha would seek him out for retribution, after discovering that he lost the chosen daughter, and the Alpha’s chance at siring her pups. I got to the end of the page and turned it over, there was nothing. The next page was blank, as were the rest of the pages. I guess she did get him in the end. And that means my trail has once again gone cold. I tossed the two torn pieces of the journal away and the pages scattered around the floor.
Nothing. Once again, I'm back to the start. Maybe. If I could find a way to figure out who this other pack was, the one with the powerful Alpha, maybe then I won’t have a totally empty slate. That Alpha definitely wanted her, bad enough to threaten the lives of his own kind. Maybe I will find out more about the Moon Goddess and her chosen daughters in his pack. What was its name again? New Wolf or something. I rushed over to the scattered pages and rummaged through them, looking for mention of the powerful Alpha’s pack. Ah, there it is. Proiskhozhdeniye Volk. Origin Wolf. That’s where I need to go next.
But where are they? I have no clue. I haven’t heard of that pack before. I mean, I haven't really heard of any of the packs. Not until I'm in the middle of ripping them apart. But if this Alpha is as tough and powerful as the journal claims, then there must be something about him, about his pack somewhere. I just need to find where. I made my way back to the small library. I wasn’t expecting to find anything useful. This little shithole was too small and insignificant to have anything worthy of my time. But I had to look regardless. There is always a small possibility of error on my part. However unlikely that may be. My patience had withered down to nothing, and that resulted in no care on my part. I grabbed a book, roughly flicked through the pages, and then threw the book across the room when it revealed to hold nothing of substance. This went on for a while, until the small wooden floor was no longer visible under the spread of ripped and tossed pages. When I moved onto the scrolls, same thing. Rip it open, find nothing, and toss it away.
I was just about to throw another scroll to the side when I spotted something, and so I forced my exasperated eyes to look again. I held the scroll up to the light and inspected it more closely. It was a map, of almost the entire Northern Hemisphere. It displayed parts of land from Poland, all over Russia, down to Mongolia and the top of North America, to what we now know as Alaska and Northwest Canada. It was old. I could tell just by looking at the markings and roughly hand drawn borders. In the bottom right-hand corner of the scroll was a scribbled signature next to the date 1689. So, it’s very old then. The outlined borders weren’t any kind of commonwealth borders and didn’t look to follow any set shape or form. Some didn’t even connect to anything else, and some were just a rough circle in the middle of nothing. I studied the map, trying to understand what the shapes and borders were for. But it wasn’t until I leaned right over and put my face up close and personal with the yellowing paper, did I notice small scribbling in the middle of one of the shapes. Black Wolf. What the fuck is Black Wolf meant to mean? I looked at another outline and there was another scribble in the centre of that one too. Polnoch. Midnight. Are these names? After noticing the first one, the rest were all blatantly obvious. They are names. Pack names. And the borders are pack lands. Bingo.
The map is super outdated, but unless killed off or taken over by stronger Alphas, these packs usually last for generations. So, it is very possible that most of the pack lands on the map are still in existence. There were multiple outlined sections of land throughout Russia. But I have already cleared a lot of them. Some of them were on the map, but most were not. There are few more to the East I can search before I make my way to Alaska, and then on to Canada. It was interesting to see the sheer size of land that the packs took ownership of. It piqued my curiosity on how they maintain and protect their land, especially those of the larger regions. I have learnt about their aggressive and possessive ways. They’re quick to violence and have little to no care of human lives. I was taught about their infighting, and about some of the wars between packs. Wars that spread to human territories and towns. But I was never shown or taught about the times of peace. If these beasts are capable of peace at all.
Unfortunately, of all the names on the map, Origin Wolf wasn’t one of them. This fact frustrated me to no end. The vast expanse this map displayed, and that fucking name wasn’t on it. Which leaves me the entire Southern Hemisphere to search. Maybe they’re in Australia. The Aboriginal Australians have been proven to be one of the oldest civilisations on Earth. If anyone would be worthy of the title ‘Original Wolf’ surely, they would have to be from the indigenous Australians. I have not heard of wolves in Australia though. But there are dingos. Perhaps the packs there have evolved to look more like dingos than they do the modern wolf. If my theory is true, that could be why the Alpha of this pack was so scared of the Origin Wolf’s Alpha. But this is all just a theory, I need proof before I jet off to the land down under. Alaska and Canada first. If I have no luck around there, then I will travel to Australia. At least then I would be closer to New Zealand. There is a very powerful pack in New Zealand, they hide themselves in the snow-covered mountains somewhere on the South Island. Finding and destroying that pack has been a desire of mine for a long time.
After spending more time carefully, and much more closely examining the rest of the scrolls, I had no further luck. I rolled the map up and placed it in a cylinder document case, after discarding the previous scroll that was already packaged inside it. I went back to my temporary accommodations and packed up my things. I was out of this dump at first light. And that time couldn’t come soon enough.
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