“What’s your name?”
“Samantha Wilson,”
I give her a tiny smile and her eyes light up.
“You all can’t enter the main city,” They gaze at Leondre with pleading looks, the hope on their faces all dim and the children and women cry louder
“Not now, at least,”
“However, we shall provide tents and warm food for you while we look for a solution,”
These people are over a thousand and they need accommodation.
My brother and mate immediately start making calls to get arrangements ready while I ask the nearby restaurants to prepare food and tea for everyone, we are in December so it’s chilly and I notice that most of them don’t have enough clothes to cover them against the cold season.
In an hour or so, trucks of wood came, and we started a fire in groups. Angie and Mutinta were distributing blankets to those with families and kids. Jake, Jack, and Dan were unloading more supplies while my mate helped to build up large tents.
Arya and a few others Isolated the kids who lost their parents and got their names. Everyone had something to do and I was surprised when the mass joined us to set up.
“Luna, the tents are not enough and there are sick elderly who need medical attention… also the medicine the general hospital brought is barely enough for the kids,” Says Justine, indeed, they were coughing, others even throwing up. We needed more help if we are to cater for all these people
“We can handle that tomorrow and I think for now we’ll have to work with what we have,” Says Arya. It was late already and we have been trying to make everyone as comfortable as they could be.
“But these people need help and they need it today, ” I sigh.
“Okay let’s just do what we can do,” I nod and start distributing the warm food Angie brought, they were standing in a line and each that received was grateful. My eyes sway to Samantha, she is in a corner, looking around. A few tears ran down her face but she wipes them quickly, our eyes met, she only smiled and nod. I felt a kind of familiarity with her and I approached her.
“Hey, are you doing okay?” I ask, putting a large coat on her shoulder. She puts her phone away and gives me her attention.
“Papa is dead, I felt it,”
I pull her for a hug and she wraps her arms around me reluctantly, unsure if she could. She sobs quietly and detaches herself
“I’m sorry, I know I shouldn’t cry. I need to be strong for my pack,”
I shake my head and tilt her face so she can look at me
“It’s okay to cry, Samantha, you lost your family,” I tell her gently.
“You need to know that the Princess isn’t behind these attacks,”
Alyssa’s POV
I squint my eyes and urge her to tell me further.
“The Werebear king is dead and the only surving member of the family is the Princess,” Samantha’s hands are slightly shaking, so I hold them and she smiles at the gesture, she is seriously so cute.
“Princess Scarlett is being forced by a wizard to do all this, he imprisoned her and is keeping her people, threatening to kill them if she doesn’t comply,”
My heart revved, and a chill went down my spine. Wizard. So the covens are doing all this? But why? Witches and Wizards are very rare in our domain. They hate shifters because we vanquish the realm, so they avoid any altercation with us and keep to themself.
“How can a Wizard control a pack of Werebears?” I ask silently but Samantha heard.
“Amacus is a very ambitious and dangerous man, Luna,” So the Wizard is Amacus. ” I think he spent time planning this attack because he has rogues on his side and he entered The Pack disguised as another pack leader who wanted an alliance through marriage and when he was denied, he killed …” Her voice is cracking and more tears run down her face, I wait for her patiently, squeezing her hand for comfort.
“He killed the king and his male offspring, Silas,”
‘He was her Mate,’ Comes my brother’s voice in my head. I didn’t realize that he was listening to us in a distance, now that I notice even Leon and Arya have their ears perked up to our conversation. They probably didn’t want to make her feel overwhelmed or intimidated.
“So without the Princess, he can not order the bears,”
She smiles softly, and says ” The Werebear pack would rather kill themselves than listen to a stranger who killed their King and Prince,”
“So Princess Scarlett is trapped under the Wizard, Amacus,”
Samantha nods ” He sold her to a brothel at first, but when he discovered the warriors and subjects won’t listen to him, he got her back to use as a puppet,”
A growl erupts from my brother and I turn to him, he looks like he is about to murder someone with his clutched fists and red eyes that are ablaze with anger. Samantha moves closer to me and I hold her, guiding her to get some food.
“Thank you, for everything you are doing, Luna,”
The woman who spoke earlier approached me, her name is Imari of the West wood pack. I smile and she nod, the male next to him is quiet, I wonder if he can’t speak.
It was already ?midnight and we were all tired so we worked quickly to get done,
“Hello Everyone, long time no see…”
Oh someone kill me now.
I slowly turn around and come face to face with the woman I loathe. Alaiah is smiling proudly, wearing a cowboy outfit, her long hair is flawless, and by her side was an Asian male with ash hair and grey eyes, he has a chiseled frame and from the confident aura he exuded, I can tell he is a beta by rank.
The woman saunters forward confidently and goes to my mate, I roll my eyes when she bows or curtsey like some princess, and both me and the man she is with let out a possessive growl. So, the bitch finally found her mate.
The man comes to me while Alaiah speaks to Leondre, I am surprised she is keeping her distance.
“Hello, you must be Queen Alyssa,” The man has a gentle voice. I nod.
“I’m Ashton, a beta of a pack in south Asia. I’ve heard about you from my mate, Alaiah.” He stretches out his hand and I greet him politely.
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