Gemini Moon: Royal Moons
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Chapters:
10
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Pack Meeting: Eryka
Chapter Seven
-Pack Meeting-
~Eryka~
“Listen, it’s starting!” Erynh hissed in my head. When she did that to her voice, made it echo, turned it serpentine and sibilant, it made my ears ring, like a silver bell.
We heard our Mother rise up from her white marble throne with a swish of the silver material of her gown. Even with a rounded belly from her current pregnancy- Remesians of noble birth tend to have multiple-birth pregnancies, and Mother, as Queen, was expected to whelp as many pups as possible, Mated or not- she still commanded our awe and utmost respect when she spoke as the Alpha, as she did now.
“Under Moon, am I the Alpha She-Wolf of the Syllvyr Pack?”
It was how all Pack Councils began, with those ritual words. Much like the human saying, “The King is dead; long live the King!” It gave great power when the Pack gave a vote of confidence to those words.
In the silence prowling the room after that powerful and pregnant question, the Pack sang with the unearthly chorus of wolf howls, the music of full moons and wild hunts, all affirmations of our Mother’s place.
“Under Moon, are my First Born to be Alpha and Beta She-Wolves of the Syllvyr Pack?”
Again came the howling, lycan chorus of agreement, the baying of the hounds of hell loping after blood and prey and flesh, bathed in moonlight. I could almost smell the forest when that call sang so sweetly in my blood.
“Under Moon, is my Mate the Alpha Wolf of the Syllvyr Pack?”
The Hall was suddenly plunged into deadly, suffocating quiet. I’d never heard this kind of silence in the Hall during a Pack meeting before. Behind us, Tyler purposefully and deliberately dropped a small pin, and we heard it hit the wooden floor. I don’t think the adults did.
I narrowed her eyes at him in exasperation, and when he grinned, I kicked him hard in the thigh, but he merely jerked in reaction and muffled a soft grunt, then went back to looking on with us. His twin brother, Josh, sniggered quietly into his sleeve and peered between my sister and my heads in order to observe the Pack that was ours, but not theirs. Tyler merely peered over our heads.
Although Josh was Tyler’s twin brother, they were not mirror-twins, but blood twins. They looked nothing alike, and unlike Tyler, who was nearly as tall as a fully grown Remesian male, Josh was very, very short. Well, compared to Tyler, at least. Josh was only an inch taller than Erynh and I, unusual for a Fenrian male his age.
“Under Moon, is my Mate the Alpha Wolf of the Syllvyr Pack?”
Our Mother asked the question again, and this time her voice was soft, and the lines of strain on her face, suddenly so clear even from this great height, the weight on her broad, strong, warrior maiden shoulders, made me stare at her. She suddenly looked so different, not the great, strong queen who had raised my twin sister, my other sibs, and I into strong, capable lycanthrope warriors....
“Twice I have asked. This is the Final Time. Under Moon, is my Mate the Alpha Wolf of the Syllvyr Pack?”
The third time was the final time according to lycan custom. Thrice was the magic number, the incantation, the sealing of all things infinite. Past, present, future: never to be undone. The last time she could plead for our Father’s acceptance into the Pack and his acknowledgement as the Pack’s King.
“I knew this had something to do with our Father!”
I jabbed my sister in the ribs and told her to shut up and stop yelling inside my head. I sensed her immediately slam her mental shields back up.
“We cannot allow one such as him to rule our Pack as Alpha, She-Wolf! He is not our Kind. If he is not our Kind, then he cannot be our King.” This comment was issued by a tall, dark haired male wolf with the stench of hatred and rage dripping from him like a serpent’s venom.
I felt- through my sister- Josh’s hackles rising, his muscles rippling with tension, getting rather pissed- he was sensitive about racial prejudice, being Fenrian and not Remesian, and having been on the heavy, unfortunate side of much racial criticism before- and I saw Erynh put a hand on his arm and snuggled up against him. Although he didn’t have a thing for her, physical contact with her always kept him calm, for she was his Alpha, his dominant, and her very presence brought him peace.
She and I were tense as well, though, which he and Tyler could sense, for I loathed the dark haired male, too. I didn’t know why, but I knew he was bad news.
“Mortals have been Alpha Males in the past!” Another lycan shouted, though the murmurings that rose up from this comment were clearly divided, the majority against our side. Great.
Erynh put her head down on her arms and started, it seemed, to doze off. The adults could go on for hours, viciously debating the purity of blood, and the purity of the noble lines and royalty, until the moon set on the day of our thirteenth birthday. We, my sister and I, couldn’t have cared less. We knew our Mother wasn’t going to win this argument, so why did she even bother? She need not be Mated to be Queen- there was no conflict. She fought a pointless battle.
“But he is not mortal! We don’t even know what he is! He could be Fae, or a Vampire, or anything just as sickening! He could be a Romulese male!” A golden haired female was yelling. I could have sworn I recognized that voice. Who was it?
I was getting a headache, and it was kind of making me mad. I get bitchy- literally- when I get mad. My teeth were beginning to itch, to tingle with fury, and I found myself grinding them as my heart began to pump just a little harder. I smelled… I smelled the scent of enemy bitch. She-wolf, not ally, but enemy, little-death bringer, she-devil, rival for my power, my Mate, and yet….
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-Pack Meeting-
~Eryka~
“Listen, it’s starting!” Erynh hissed in my head. When she did that to her voice, made it echo, turned it serpentine and sibilant, it made my ears ring, like a silver bell.
We heard our Mother rise up from her white marble throne with a swish of the silver material of her gown. Even with a rounded belly from her current pregnancy- Remesians of noble birth tend to have multiple-birth pregnancies, and Mother, as Queen, was expected to whelp as many pups as possible, Mated or not- she still commanded our awe and utmost respect when she spoke as the Alpha, as she did now.
“Under Moon, am I the Alpha She-Wolf of the Syllvyr Pack?”
It was how all Pack Councils began, with those ritual words. Much like the human saying, “The King is dead; long live the King!” It gave great power when the Pack gave a vote of confidence to those words.
In the silence prowling the room after that powerful and pregnant question, the Pack sang with the unearthly chorus of wolf howls, the music of full moons and wild hunts, all affirmations of our Mother’s place.
“Under Moon, are my First Born to be Alpha and Beta She-Wolves of the Syllvyr Pack?”
Again came the howling, lycan chorus of agreement, the baying of the hounds of hell loping after blood and prey and flesh, bathed in moonlight. I could almost smell the forest when that call sang so sweetly in my blood.
“Under Moon, is my Mate the Alpha Wolf of the Syllvyr Pack?”
The Hall was suddenly plunged into deadly, suffocating quiet. I’d never heard this kind of silence in the Hall during a Pack meeting before. Behind us, Tyler purposefully and deliberately dropped a small pin, and we heard it hit the wooden floor. I don’t think the adults did.
I narrowed her eyes at him in exasperation, and when he grinned, I kicked him hard in the thigh, but he merely jerked in reaction and muffled a soft grunt, then went back to looking on with us. His twin brother, Josh, sniggered quietly into his sleeve and peered between my sister and my heads in order to observe the Pack that was ours, but not theirs. Tyler merely peered over our heads.
Although Josh was Tyler’s twin brother, they were not mirror-twins, but blood twins. They looked nothing alike, and unlike Tyler, who was nearly as tall as a fully grown Remesian male, Josh was very, very short. Well, compared to Tyler, at least. Josh was only an inch taller than Erynh and I, unusual for a Fenrian male his age.
“Under Moon, is my Mate the Alpha Wolf of the Syllvyr Pack?”
Our Mother asked the question again, and this time her voice was soft, and the lines of strain on her face, suddenly so clear even from this great height, the weight on her broad, strong, warrior maiden shoulders, made me stare at her. She suddenly looked so different, not the great, strong queen who had raised my twin sister, my other sibs, and I into strong, capable lycanthrope warriors....
“Twice I have asked. This is the Final Time. Under Moon, is my Mate the Alpha Wolf of the Syllvyr Pack?”
The third time was the final time according to lycan custom. Thrice was the magic number, the incantation, the sealing of all things infinite. Past, present, future: never to be undone. The last time she could plead for our Father’s acceptance into the Pack and his acknowledgement as the Pack’s King.
“I knew this had something to do with our Father!”
I jabbed my sister in the ribs and told her to shut up and stop yelling inside my head. I sensed her immediately slam her mental shields back up.
“We cannot allow one such as him to rule our Pack as Alpha, She-Wolf! He is not our Kind. If he is not our Kind, then he cannot be our King.” This comment was issued by a tall, dark haired male wolf with the stench of hatred and rage dripping from him like a serpent’s venom.
I felt- through my sister- Josh’s hackles rising, his muscles rippling with tension, getting rather pissed- he was sensitive about racial prejudice, being Fenrian and not Remesian, and having been on the heavy, unfortunate side of much racial criticism before- and I saw Erynh put a hand on his arm and snuggled up against him. Although he didn’t have a thing for her, physical contact with her always kept him calm, for she was his Alpha, his dominant, and her very presence brought him peace.
She and I were tense as well, though, which he and Tyler could sense, for I loathed the dark haired male, too. I didn’t know why, but I knew he was bad news.
“Mortals have been Alpha Males in the past!” Another lycan shouted, though the murmurings that rose up from this comment were clearly divided, the majority against our side. Great.
Erynh put her head down on her arms and started, it seemed, to doze off. The adults could go on for hours, viciously debating the purity of blood, and the purity of the noble lines and royalty, until the moon set on the day of our thirteenth birthday. We, my sister and I, couldn’t have cared less. We knew our Mother wasn’t going to win this argument, so why did she even bother? She need not be Mated to be Queen- there was no conflict. She fought a pointless battle.
“But he is not mortal! We don’t even know what he is! He could be Fae, or a Vampire, or anything just as sickening! He could be a Romulese male!” A golden haired female was yelling. I could have sworn I recognized that voice. Who was it?
I was getting a headache, and it was kind of making me mad. I get bitchy- literally- when I get mad. My teeth were beginning to itch, to tingle with fury, and I found myself grinding them as my heart began to pump just a little harder. I smelled… I smelled the scent of enemy bitch. She-wolf, not ally, but enemy, little-death bringer, she-devil, rival for my power, my Mate, and yet….
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