"Of course." She says once more in her honey coated voice. "I have something to show you." She tells me as she picks up a photo from her shelf. Bringing the picture towards me she sits down next to me showing it to me.
"This is Deimos and me when we were pups." She tells me sparking my curiousity as I snatch the picture from her hands to see how Deimos looked like pup. I see a little male playing the guitar looking towards a small female, while she looks at the camera. "This was when he played his first song, he wrote for me." She says while skimming the picture looking at it fondly.
"Who took the picture?" I ask. I want to know more about his past, even if it has to come out of her mouth.
Her eyes sadden to my question and with a heavy sigh, she answers me. "His parents took it... this was the last time we saw them."
"What? Why? What happened?" I ask her breathless. Did they travel to a faraway country or something? I thought they lived separately from Deimos.
"They died. They were killed when Deimos turned ten." She whispers in a sad voice. "That's why we are pretty close, Deimos and I. he lived with us for a while until he was mature enough to move out back here and sit on his throne."
"Oh, I didn't know that." I look deeper into the picture; I wish I was the one to recue him. Perhaps things would be different between us now.
"I know Deimos doesn't talk much but give him time, he'll come around. Until then if you need anything I am here." She smiles gently at me. With a nod, I reply to her my thanks for the tea and the small insight on his past. Perhaps I was wrong maybe they were just friends. I was just overthinking, of course, they are close. They must have gone through a lot together and picked up the other in time of need.
The day flows through smoothly, that I spend reading my book and yet I am unsettled, I do not understand. I figured out their relationship so why do I still feel his way? Putting on my evening dress getting ready for dinner. I hear Ragon calling out to me with a knock from outside he door.
"Come in, Ragon." He comes in and bows deeply.
"Forgive me, Luna but I can't do this anymore. I must tell you something." He seems in a rush. What's going on? Did something bad happen?
"What is it? Tell me." My voice calm, I don't want to ruffle him further.
"It's about the question you asked me last time, about Alpha's and Theia's relationship."
"Yes, I know they are merely friends, she acknowledged it today." She almed the storm that was brewing in my heart.
"No, Luna. They aren't merely friends. They were…" He pauses thinking whether to tell me or not. No! Moon Goddess please let it not be what I think it is. My wolf calms my skin side. This is what she was preparing me for. It shall finally come to light.
"Say it, Ragon. My wolf is sharing with me her strength. She prepared me for this so go ahead." I show him my fight.
"They were lovers, Luna." I close my eyes, tears brimming. Yes, this was what I didn't want to hear. "Theia was meant to take your place, she reason she came here. Alpha didn't expect to find you at the Alpha's meeting, it was fate." His voice soft, he sees my pain.
"Give me a second Ragon, this is too muc-" I try to ask him to give me time to adjust to the stabs of pain he's showering upon me.
"The ring on her finger Luna, it was given to her by Alpha." Now, I remember, the ring's color was that of Deimos eyes. Emerald green. "It was a sign that he was hers and she was his. They were on a small break when Alpha found you. They have been very close since they were pups and their parents accepted their love as well." Tears flow freely down my cheeks; this is the worst form of torture. It's bursting inside me.
Kneeling on the floor with his head bowed he whispers to me. "Forgive me, Luna. I meant no harm I just felt you out of everyone has the right to know."
"You are an honorable male, Ragon. And I will reward you once I am back on track." Keeping my head high my heart pounding I walk out of my room. A punishment is on its way.
Rushing down the stairs running to the pack house's dining hall. I bang open the door, my chest heaving up and down. My eyes frantically searching for Theia. My wolf demands her blood on our hands. The tension swirling around the room boils over and every wolf stare at me with fear. They have never seen my Alpha side. My eyes find Theia and my heart stops for a minute. She is sitting on my seat, right to Deimos.
I see red. A high-pitched ring takes over my mind. I can't hear nor see any wolf than her. Walking to her in confident strides stopping in front of her I pick her up by her neck. Llifting her high, her legs dangling, eyes popping out. She struggles to breathe.
"Well, aren't you quite the liar, Theia? Friends you say but lovers you are. You lie to my face and you dare sit on my throne. You have the guts; I'll give you that." I am seething, fangs elongating aching for a bite of her flesh.
"Put her down now!" Deimos screams getting up from his seat. But his anger does nothing to instill fear within me nor calm me down. It angers me further. "Let her go, mate! Now! What the hell are you doing?" His voice growing louder by the second.
"Have you ever wondered how it will feel like to see the face of death? Would you like me to show you, Theia?