บท 23: Acceptance

The warlocks wanted to stop her, but she ad warned them.

As much as they could easily drag her back and sit her down to explain the kind of transformation she would be undergoing in an hour's time, her warning was, to them, an order. And no one who openly defied and challenged the alpha queen ever lives to see the next day, warlock or werewolf, such as the gift and curse by the mood goddess to her people.

Rhian was many things, she was literally a lot of profanities that the world would use to describe a person like her, but there was one something she wasn't.

She was not a killer.

She would steal, she would beat up people who fought against her, but she never killed. She bever wanted to leave a child without a father or a mother. She knew first hand what being alone meant, and she never wanted to be the reason anyone was left without a family.

She would take whatever she wanted, but for her, everyone deserved to live. Everyone was a creation that had been molded and placed on the universe for a reason, and she was sure they were not placed for her to kill.

She would never leave a family broken because of her choices.

She would steal. But she would never kill. She had a motto even when she stole, no killing, and no matter how pissed off she could get, she would always remind herself of that single rule that meant a lot to her than even the souvenirs she collected, and she was not going to break it ever.

The warlocks also knew that, and they didn't want to put blood on her hands indirectly. They would let her be. Even though she was unaware of how much power she had, they were sure she didn't want to kill anyone unknowingly; hell, she never even killed a person her whole life.

They didn't want her first association with them to be bound by bloodshed. Even Rhian wouldn't want that. This is why they needed to let her be till she was ready to come back to them. They could only hope it was sooner because a king without a queen was weak and vulnerable, and so was a queen without a king.

They needed each other to maintain the balance of nature, their whole race depended on them, but this time it seemed like all they could do was hope that after the full moon, after their transformation, they would be able to cross the barriers and go home.

Back to their kingdom.

Back to the original werewolf home.

They all wanted that considering their lives as human were not the best either. They were suffering, and they all wanted the chance to go back home. Even the rogues wanted to go home; they wanted to feel the sense of family again, a sense of belonging.

The union that was special to their families, something that could only be felt I the kingdom. They wanted to communicate through mind links again. They wanted to be able to be with all their families, their race; they wanted to go back to the natural order.

They only hoped that Hermes accepted his true nature because if he did, then the werewolf race would be extinct.

Angelo had spent the remainder of the hours reading through the books, but he did not understand anything. his middle name was Hermes, he was Angelo Hermes Morgan, so when his nana called him Hermes, he was not shocked.

However, he had come to realize that Hermes was his actual name and albatross was the name of his wolf. The wolf he would be able to feel when the clock struck midnight. He was calm, and anyone would have thought that he was the sane one of them all.

Maybe he would be able to bring back Hera to them, but they were not sure about that.

They needed to explain to him the whole transformation process at age eighteen, but more than anything, they needed to make him understand how important he was and how much power he held over a whole race.

They needed him to understand the reasons and roles that he had to attend to in the werewolf world. They thought he was not aware of these things, but in a world where books were all over, Angelo Morgan knew his way around a lot of things.

The topic of werewolves had always intrigued him, and sometimes carl would mock him for being too obsessed with an extinct race, but now that he was here, he was trying to catch up with reality slowly. He was a werewolf, and more than anything, he was the alpha king.

He was literally the king of all werewolves.

The alpha of all alphas.

He was at the center of it all, and he knew what would happen.

The old warlocks were amazed at how much information he had about the werewolf world.

They were glad they were spared the time to explain their whole race. They had explained to him that his wolf was called albatross and that Rhian was his pair as dictated by destiny. But they would confirm that when the two turned eighteen.

Angelo would feel the pull of his soulmate, and he would want her, but that was if and only if the alpha queen was his mate because otherwise, the moon goddess would have given them a whole lot of trouble. Then again, trouble is what the good thief and satan lived for.

The warlocks reminded him of the shifting process.

They told him that the first time would hurt, a lot more than the regular wolves would hurt during their first time. That was because, being the alpha of all alphas and the kin of all wolves, he was given an ancient wolf, one who would guide him and the people and even his mate.

It would hurt like hell because he was still young and tasked with five thousand people's responsibility.

All at once.