SUNSET PACK
"Where is Silver?" Alpha Lucas asked.
"still on his way Alpha." his subordinate reported.
Alpha Lucas sighed; sometimes, he felt the goddess had given him as a punishment for some unknown sin.
Just as he was about to send a group of people to look for him.
Silver rode into the pack, Alpha Lucas wasn't even surprised to see the slave on the horse and his son walking the horse.
"Silver, why are you walking?" he asked his son.
"I just felt Steele was in pain so I decided he would be better on the horse."
Alpha Lucas sighed, "I am not even surprised anymore. Just take him to the healing center." he told Silver.
"Okay, Father," Silver replied as he walked to the healing center.
He met Daisy, one of the healing witches.
"What happened to him?" she asked.
"He was tortured by Alpha Drew's men, he is from the fortress," Silver replied.
Some helpers helped Steele down from the horse and took him inside.
Silver followed them anxiously.
"Will he be okay?" he asked as Daisy started working.
"Let me have breathing space and then I will let you know," Daisy told him.
"OK," Silver replied.
Daisy placed her hands on Steele's chest, a radiant glow poured out of her hands.
After some minutes, she removed her hands and turned to Silver.
"He will be fine, some days of healing and rest and he will be fine."
Silver sighed in relief, "Oh thank goddess"
"Alpha Drew is horrible," Daisy said in a low tone.
"Tell me about it, he was even going to kill them not until I spoke up and saved them"
Daisy gave him a questioning look.
"What do you mean by them? Was there another one?"
"Yes, two of them, Storm took the other one."
Daisy looked at him in alarm.
"To Alpha Drew's pack? That poor soul is going to be in hell for the rest of his life." Daisy replied.
"Come on, it won't be that bad. Alpha Drew saw the reason in keeping him alive." Silver assured him.
"Keeping him alive? That means he would probably be in a state close to death. I feel death would have been better for that poor soul." Daisy told Silver.
"Come on, he is Storm's slave. Storm isn't that bad."
Daisy looked at him, "Do you know your problem?" she asked him.
"What is my problem?"
"You only see the good in people even if there is none. Your friend is just a little puppet controlled by his father. I feel he will end up an even worse Alpha than his father."
"Daisy...." Silver whined.
Daisy held up her hand in surrender.
"Okay, okay, I will stop talking."
"Thanks."
"So, will you be going back home now, or do you want to stay a while?" Daisy asked when she saw he was making no signs to leave.
"I was thinking of staying here with him."
Daisy rolled her eyes as she yanked him up.
"Ouch Daisy," he complained.
She paid no heed to him as she dragged him outside with her.
"There are a lot of helpers and witches here, he doesn't need you here keeping vigil over him," she told Silver.
"But?" he complained.
"No buts, you have to leave now. Have you even taken a bath or eaten?"
"No," he admitted.
"just go home, take a bath, eat and sleep. I don't want to see you here till tomorrow."
"Daisy...."
She pointed to his horse, "Horse, home now."
"Yes, Daisy," he said as he walked to his horse, got on it, and rode off.
Daisy shook her head as she entered inside. Silver was such a funny person, she thought to herself.
DEEP VOID PACK
Storm looked across the dinner table at his father. His father was furious he could tell.
"Father, are you still angry about the diary?" he asked tentatively.
"What do you think? Of course, I am angry. Those fortress rats think they can bypass me. I will find the diary soon and they will regret ever crossing my path."
"do you think the slave knows where it is?" Storm asked.
"I don't think so, the kind of torturing they went through would break even the strongest man. They are simply useless."
"Well, let's hope Silver is right, and whoever is with the diary or knows about it tries to contact them."
"Yes, let's hope that. For all his cowardice, that Silver boy is smart." Alpha Drew admitted.
"Yes, he is."
"But in the face of true power, smartness is useless. Remember son, power is everything, understand?"
"Yes, Father," Storm replied.
They continued eating in silence, Storm discreetly watched his father.
For as long as he could remember, his father had been obsessed with finding the diary. At first, none of his Alphas had paid him any attention.
But last year, a rumor had started that the fortress was going to use the diary to gain control of the supernatural world.
The diary was a wishing diary that made wishes come true; anything one writes on it would come to pass.
No one knew the origin of the diary, but kingdoms and supernatural creatures had used it to wreak havoc until a witch took it, sealed it, and kept it in the care of the witches.
Nobody had bothered about it since it was sealed and useless. But the rumor had said the fortress had figured out how to unseal it.
This had made the werewolves anxious to take it from the fortress.
Storm couldn't care less about the fortress; it had been a slum filled with rogues, rejects, and outcasts, in his opinion. He couldn't be bothered about their fate.
What bothered him, however, was why his father was obsessed with the diary.
What wish was so important that he needed the diary's power?
He shrugged; his father was a secretive man; he would tell him only if he wanted to; there was no need to stress himself over it.