Luna of Mine
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That went well, Ion said just as Vasile reached them.
So far there have been none attempting to challenge me, which is making my life somewhat easier for the time being, Vasile agreed. I am surprised to see the state of things in some of these villages, he confessed. I am afraid I have not been diligent about monitoring our lands, even when my father was still alive. I did not know that the outer parts of the pack were suffering so. I guess that was one way in which my fathers madness was beginning to show in his inability to care for his pack and to protect them. He pinched the bridge of his nose as the realization of just how much damage his father had done to their pack became clear. When we get to the next village, Nicu, send one of the young males back to the castle. Have him tell Alin to send out financial aid, food, clothes, and anything else to the last four villages we visited. We will probably have to do the same to the village we are about to see. Nicu nodded and Vasile could see the relief in the wolfs eyes. He was a dominant as well and it was natural for him to want to protect those in his pack.
They had been traveling around their territory for more than four weeks now, staying for several days in each village they came upon. Anghel had been right. His pack had needed reassurance that they were still intact and that there wouldnt be anarchy or a hundred challenges among the males vying for the Alpha position.
As much as Vasile hated lying to his pack, it was necessary. Sadly, with every telling, the story came easier and easier to his lips. He had repeated the tale so often now he was beginning to believe it himself. Anghel and he had come up with the simplest story possible. Vasile knew that the more intricate the lie, the harder to keep it straight. He explained that his father had been managing the boarders of the territory as he often did. When he did not return to the castle by midnight, Vasile took it upon himself to go look for him. He found him three miles away, his throat had been ripped open, and the artery there severed. He had bled out much too quickly to heal himself. Vasile had caught the scent of a bear, maybe two. He had held his father for quite a while before any of the other wolves had shown up causing his scent to mask that of the killers. Wolves and bears were natural enemies, and though it was horrific to lose their Alpha, they would not retaliate against predators engaging their natural instincts.
What he did not say was that his father had been growing more and more restless, which is why he had been running the boarders of their territory. When Vasile found him, it wasnt with his throat torn out by a deadly animal. It was with a fae blade still in his hand, which he had used to slit his own throat. Vasile had no idea how his father came upon such a treasure as the blade, but he imagined the fae had no idea that it had been in his possession. When his father had not come home by midnight, Darciana had asked him to go look for his father. She knew that if something was wrong she would not want the others to find him first because they would wonder why she was not suffering as well.
Vasilehad found his father three miles from the pack castle. After the initial shock had worn off he had hurried back to his mother and gave her the devastating news. Tears ran down her cheeks but she did not weep as he had expected her to. Instead, she rummaged around in a drawer of her bureau. He turned to growl at her but it froze in his throat. She held a vile of clear liquid in her hand. She looked up at him and the tears in her eyes were part sadness and part regret. There were a million things she wanted to say to him, he could see it, but she did not.
Your father and I prepared for this. We knew that one day sooner or later one of us would pass on to the next life. I have to die with him, Vasile, she told him. If the pack finds out that he deceived them there will dominants crawling all over this castle to challenge you. I will not do that to you, not when this is our fault in the first place. She opened the vial and stared at the contents. The look on her face was not one of fear, but of resolve. I love you, son. Your father loved you. Regardless of our bond, you were a result of our love and that made up for anything lacking.
Wait! He lunged at her, fully understanding her intent. He was too late. She upturned the little bottle and swallowed the contents down before he could reach her.
Vasile had held his mothers body in his arms and wept for them both. It was a tragedy, but one that he could not bring himself to blame them for because his father had lived longer because of Daciana, and they had borne him from their love. How could he blame them?
He had returned to his fathers body before morning, allowing his mothers to be found. He knew that as soon as his mothers body was discovered, Stefans top three wolves would be on the hunt for their perished Alpha. He knew that before they arrived he had to make his fathers death look like a terrible accident, a fight between predators which Stefan had lost. Vasile did the hardest thing he has ever done in his life. To protect his fathers legacy and his mothers virtue he did what he needed to in order to make his fathers body look as though he had been attacked. He could still taste Stefans blood in his mouth from where he had torn his throat open. He had to cover up the evidence of the slit, and the only way to do that was to destroy it. So he had phased and let his wolf take over in order to make his story plausible.
When they finally found them, Vasile was holding his father tight against him, and he didnt have to pretend to be broken. He wept openly and sincerely. He mourned for his fathers madness and suffering, and he grieved for his mothers sacrifice. Alin, Ion, and Nicu mourned with him. Their howls filling the early morning air. As they carried his fathers body back to the castle to be prepared for burial with his mother, Vasile wondered if he would be able to fill the hole his parents had left. Even with his madness, Stefan had been a good Alpha. Vasile was not sure he would be able to live up to the legacy his father had left.
So far there have been none attempting to challenge me, which is making my life somewhat easier for the time being, Vasile agreed. I am surprised to see the state of things in some of these villages, he confessed. I am afraid I have not been diligent about monitoring our lands, even when my father was still alive. I did not know that the outer parts of the pack were suffering so. I guess that was one way in which my fathers madness was beginning to show in his inability to care for his pack and to protect them. He pinched the bridge of his nose as the realization of just how much damage his father had done to their pack became clear. When we get to the next village, Nicu, send one of the young males back to the castle. Have him tell Alin to send out financial aid, food, clothes, and anything else to the last four villages we visited. We will probably have to do the same to the village we are about to see. Nicu nodded and Vasile could see the relief in the wolfs eyes. He was a dominant as well and it was natural for him to want to protect those in his pack.
They had been traveling around their territory for more than four weeks now, staying for several days in each village they came upon. Anghel had been right. His pack had needed reassurance that they were still intact and that there wouldnt be anarchy or a hundred challenges among the males vying for the Alpha position.
As much as Vasile hated lying to his pack, it was necessary. Sadly, with every telling, the story came easier and easier to his lips. He had repeated the tale so often now he was beginning to believe it himself. Anghel and he had come up with the simplest story possible. Vasile knew that the more intricate the lie, the harder to keep it straight. He explained that his father had been managing the boarders of the territory as he often did. When he did not return to the castle by midnight, Vasile took it upon himself to go look for him. He found him three miles away, his throat had been ripped open, and the artery there severed. He had bled out much too quickly to heal himself. Vasile had caught the scent of a bear, maybe two. He had held his father for quite a while before any of the other wolves had shown up causing his scent to mask that of the killers. Wolves and bears were natural enemies, and though it was horrific to lose their Alpha, they would not retaliate against predators engaging their natural instincts.
What he did not say was that his father had been growing more and more restless, which is why he had been running the boarders of their territory. When Vasile found him, it wasnt with his throat torn out by a deadly animal. It was with a fae blade still in his hand, which he had used to slit his own throat. Vasile had no idea how his father came upon such a treasure as the blade, but he imagined the fae had no idea that it had been in his possession. When his father had not come home by midnight, Darciana had asked him to go look for his father. She knew that if something was wrong she would not want the others to find him first because they would wonder why she was not suffering as well.
Vasilehad found his father three miles from the pack castle. After the initial shock had worn off he had hurried back to his mother and gave her the devastating news. Tears ran down her cheeks but she did not weep as he had expected her to. Instead, she rummaged around in a drawer of her bureau. He turned to growl at her but it froze in his throat. She held a vile of clear liquid in her hand. She looked up at him and the tears in her eyes were part sadness and part regret. There were a million things she wanted to say to him, he could see it, but she did not.
Your father and I prepared for this. We knew that one day sooner or later one of us would pass on to the next life. I have to die with him, Vasile, she told him. If the pack finds out that he deceived them there will dominants crawling all over this castle to challenge you. I will not do that to you, not when this is our fault in the first place. She opened the vial and stared at the contents. The look on her face was not one of fear, but of resolve. I love you, son. Your father loved you. Regardless of our bond, you were a result of our love and that made up for anything lacking.
Wait! He lunged at her, fully understanding her intent. He was too late. She upturned the little bottle and swallowed the contents down before he could reach her.
Vasile had held his mothers body in his arms and wept for them both. It was a tragedy, but one that he could not bring himself to blame them for because his father had lived longer because of Daciana, and they had borne him from their love. How could he blame them?
He had returned to his fathers body before morning, allowing his mothers to be found. He knew that as soon as his mothers body was discovered, Stefans top three wolves would be on the hunt for their perished Alpha. He knew that before they arrived he had to make his fathers death look like a terrible accident, a fight between predators which Stefan had lost. Vasile did the hardest thing he has ever done in his life. To protect his fathers legacy and his mothers virtue he did what he needed to in order to make his fathers body look as though he had been attacked. He could still taste Stefans blood in his mouth from where he had torn his throat open. He had to cover up the evidence of the slit, and the only way to do that was to destroy it. So he had phased and let his wolf take over in order to make his story plausible.
When they finally found them, Vasile was holding his father tight against him, and he didnt have to pretend to be broken. He wept openly and sincerely. He mourned for his fathers madness and suffering, and he grieved for his mothers sacrifice. Alin, Ion, and Nicu mourned with him. Their howls filling the early morning air. As they carried his fathers body back to the castle to be prepared for burial with his mother, Vasile wondered if he would be able to fill the hole his parents had left. Even with his madness, Stefan had been a good Alpha. Vasile was not sure he would be able to live up to the legacy his father had left.
