Zeke sits quietly in his council chair, barely listening to the usual grumbles of the elders. With the Blue Moon Summit so close, tensions are high. Especially between his older brother Conrad and the elders of the pack.
Griffin sits beside him with an easy smile, utterly unbothered by the rising voices. He had to withhold a sigh at the situation they had on their hands. Unmated with no Luna.
It wouldn't be such an issue if they weren't as old as they are. Griffin is the youngest at twenty-seven, with him being next at twenty-eight. Conrad got the brunt of it being thirty with no mate and, most important: no pups.
At first, when they were younger, the elders left them be. But as the seasons passed and they grew older, the elders started slowly get involved. It began with small things like introducing their unmated daughters or even granddaughters.
It took not long for them to start pressing the matter, kicking a fuss on how not one of their three Alpha's were mated. They'd try to use females from other packs to try and seduce them to at least breed. Not that it ever worked.
The one time they had a female slip into Conrad's den while he was in rut: didn't end well. No, Conrad nearly ripped the woman to shreds. His wolf was enraged that a female would dare to enter during this time.
Conrad had been at the time where he didn't wish to lay with just any female. He had told Zeke that his wolf was getting agitated by any female that came near him. So, for the pack's safety, he announced that he would no longer be taking any females. Whether it be during his rut or not.
Zeke himself didn't care if he mated or not. True, he's Alpha, just like his brother's, but finding a female to lay was always difficult for him. Due to the scarring on his face done by the previous Alpha.
"ENOUGH!" His brother was roaring out, red eyes showcasing just how angry he was. "I will decide whom I make Luna with my brother's. If neither of them finds a mate or if I do not find mine, whoever does will have theirs made Luna of the pack. No matter if they are the youngest - " gesturing to Griffin " - the middle or I! Whoever finds their mate will make that female Luna of the pack!"
All five elders look to one another, whispering to where they couldn't listen in. Few minutes passed before they nodded together, looking pack to the brothers'.
"Very well, Alpha Conrad." Elder Jameson was moving to stand from his seat as he focused on them. "Whoever finds a suitable female to mate will make her Luna. It must be finished by the end of the Blue Moon Summit. Or we will take matters into our own hands."
With Elder Jameson's final words spoken, the rest moving from where they sit, leaving the brothers' alone. A heaving sigh escapes Conrad as he rubs his forehead, looking exhausted from the ordeal.
"They never cease."
"Nope." Popping the "P," Griffin was leaned back in his chair with a sigh of his own. "They get worse each year. Hell! They even started hounding me about finding a mate!" Throwing his hands up in the air in exasperation. "The only one they seem to leave be is you, Zeke."
"Yes, well, we all know why that is." Gesturing at the scars on his face. "No female wants a scarred-up mug for a mate."
"Bullshit." Griffin's pine green eyes narrowing on him with a glare. "Any woman worth her salt can tell they just make you look more studly, bro." Smirking with a relaxed look, but his eyes speaking of the anger he feels.
"Yeah, sure, little brother." If only such a female existed.