The Unclaimed Human Luna
Chapter 51

Conner POV

Conner and his warriors arrived and were greeted by Alpha Thomas and his Unit, were shown to a place for them all to rest and get food. They’d gone in human form, but had run pretty much the entire way, kept themselves to the woods and away from roads where possible.

They kept their eyes peeled for any rogues, saw only one here or there, mangy looking critters with wounds all over and matted fur, dispatched them, had to, in case they were Victor’s and made to look like that, to throw anyone off, in letting them go. Sent up a quick prayer with each one that was dispatched, to the Moon goddess herself, to give them a better life in their next life and to apologise if they were not part of Victor’s army.

He didn’t much like killing other wolves that didn’t need it, though he would protect his pack fiercely against incoming rogues. But out here, if they saw one in passing, he just left them alone normally, if they weren’t hurting anyone, he left them to their lives. Who knew why they went rogue? There could be any number of reasons.

They set up their own camping gear. There wasn’t room here for as many wolves as were all coming, and Alpha Thomas told him he had three other packs coming to help with the defence. His place was more like luxury camping than a real pack, but the man had been a gypsy once and this was all he needed. How he and his pack liked it to be.

Once they’d found that place that was special to them, they had built themselves small comfortable places to live. It was only a pack of 300, easily defendable because it was small, but that also meant it was easy to attack as well. It was small and defenceless against anything with a larger incoming number of warriors, like his hundred that he brought here himself. He could take down the entire New Moon Pack, and then take those who were left alive back to the Wandering Moon Pack to be initiated into his pack and just claim them all.

This was not his goal, nor was it his fathers. They were a large pack and he’d only brought a third of their warriors today. He would be setting up his men to pair up with Thomas’s border patrol and likely have roaming patrols out from the pack or stationary watches on any place that was thought to be a good place to sneak in from, to attack them.

He and his unit set themselves up on the southern end of the pack, and he was standing in the Alpha’s office with his unit, looking at the pack map, and the current map of the lands between here and the Bloodless Moon Pack. There was a lot of territory between here and there, Victors pack was situated in the north-eastern corner of Oregon. That man was going to have to come across the entire state of Idaho to get here.

His father was right. The man was not coming on foot, he would arrive in vehicles, but the question was, where would he opt to disembark those cars and cross the last leg of his journey on foot? They had nothing to do with Victor or his pack, they didn’t know his tactics. Alpha Thomas, on the other hand, did apparently. Had a run in with him years ago before this pack settled down, lost a few she-wolves to that man, lost a lot of wolves trying to get them back, had been warned to stay the hell away, or have the rest of his pack destroyed.

They’d had to leave his she-wolves there to protect the rest of his pack. It had been ten long years now, and Victor had not come near him. Not once, he had stayed true to his word. Alpha Thomas didn’t understand his reasoning for that man to come for him once more. Or at least he wasn’t willing to put it into words.

Three other packs arrived during the course of the day, and the pack went from 300 to 700 in the matter of a day, and 400 of those were well trained warriors, along with their Alpha and their Units, or the Heirs to their pack. Two of them he recognised from the last mating ball here in the pack, Alpha Drake of the Blue River Pack and Alpha Bryant of the Red Wood pack. The last pack he knew nothing of, hadn’t seen them before, but they strolled on in with three witches attached to the Gamma, likely the man’s Mate. Alpha Rafe of the Black Forest Pack he introduced himself and then his Beta Jack. Shook both their hands.

His eyes moved to the witches and watched them as they strolled about looking at everyone, had one of them stop and stare right up at him, saw her nostrils flare and then just snort, look to her sisters, and they all laughed. It was quite rude, he thought.

“Don’t take it offensively, they see a lot. Likely saw something you know nothing of yet.” It was the Gamma. “If they didn’t like you, you would know, I assure you.”

“Good to know. Your Mates, I presume, could see the triple mark on the man, also noted it was red and not silver.

“Yes.” He smiled proudly, “they are checking everyone is all?”

“For what?”

“For ill intent against their Mate. You don’t want that, likely end up dead before you know it.” he chuckled. “You’ll likely get to see it at some point though.” He saw that man turn and look at them. “They don’t normally come to aid, heard the word Gypsy Wolf come from them, and then they simply put themselves in the car.” Shook his head, “Not even I understand them most of the time. But I do love them.”

There was a massive meeting held and the new warriors were all set up to patrol much the same as his were, and then roaming bands of patrolling wolves, groups of twenty out in all directions, five from each pack and then one gypsy wolf, due to their unique ability to mind-link to anyone they so chose to. They set up roaming patrols all the way around the pack, just because Victor’s pack was west of them didn’t mean he wouldn’t come from the east, go round the long way and try to surprise them.

He noted that at least a third of the warriors were female. If they were here over the full moon, not something he wanted at all, it was possible that some of these wolves might find their mates while here for war. He was standing looking at his wolves, those that were not as of yet on patrol were all mingling and getting to know each other. Including his unit, they were out there chatting away to the un-marked wolves and she-wolves. Shook his head, even amidst the threat of war, wolves’ natural instincts were to hunt out a Mate for themselves.

He told them there would be no going and getting high down in the greenhouse, nor would there be any fraternization between them and the other wolves from other packs. They were not here to get distracted, they were allowed to sit and chat but were not here to f**k.

He not only wanted them well rested, he needed them to be battle ready at any given minute day or night for the entire time that they were there, and that was as of yet an undetermined amount of time. One of them snorted “Does that go for you, Alpha?” an Elite warrior, his cousin in fact.

“Yes, that goes for me as well. I shall lead by example, shall I?”

Half his warriors had snorted with amusement, and he’d shaken his head. It also made him realise that they all thought he was a man w***e, which up until a month ago he guessed he was. Hadn’t touched a single she-wolf since El. Was never going to either, sighed at the thought of her being back in the pack, so far away from him.

Saw Adam chuckle from where he sat. He knew Conner wasn’t about to go touching any she-wolf at all, so him leading by example was a given. His eyes wouldn’t even wander over the female population that was here. He didn’t care for anyone of them, none of them interested him or his wolf.

He turned in early, hadn’t gotten all that much sleep. A few hours at best, the minute his head hit the pillow he was out cold, slept till a boot hit him. “Stop doing that Adam.” He muttered “I might just let Atlas return the favour.”

“Up Conner, a meeting has been called.”

His eyes opened and he sat up, rubbed his chest, that bloody dull ache was back, though previously it had been because of words El said to him, he knew now it was just because she was so far away from him. Back in the pack.

‘Miss her do you?’ Adam’s amused voice rolled down the mind-link.

He looked to his Beta with a confused frown and saw him mimic Conner’s actions. ‘I see father do that, when he’s away from mother, does it more with bigger distances between them.’

He looked down at his hand and realised he needed to curb that, it was very much a Mate thing to do. Sighed, needed to keep himself in check or everyone was going to know he’d met his Mate and both Brayden and Cameron were going to question him.

Got up and sighed “Might want to kick me when I do it.” he muttered. He hadn’t known he was doing it. It was automatic, he thought.

“Mm, or Brayden is going to be on you so fast it ain’t funny. Lucky for you.” he jerked his thumb at the Gamma “He did the night patrol and is out cold right now, huh.”

Conner sighed and nodded, ran his hand through his hair and then pulled a shirt and pants on, “I’m ready.” They walked to the packhouse, and he accepted the coffee handed to him by a small petite dark-haired she-wolf. Omega, he thought to himself, thanked her and heard her voice inside his head, a very seductive. ‘Anytime alpha.’ Whipped his head around and stared right at her.

Had completely forgotten Gypsy wolves could communicate with anyone they so choose to. “No.” he shot right at her “And stay out of my head.” Saw her pout a little and then just turned and walked away.

“My apologies Conner, she’s newly gotten her wolf and is on the hunt for a good strong Mate.” Alpha Thomas chuckled a little.

“I’m not it.” He muttered.

“Ah son, the full moon is not here yet, she could be.”

He sipped his coffee and said nothing.

The day was all about strategizing, but Atlas was restless by lunch time and irritable by dinner time. Adam asked him half a dozen times if he was alright. He’d just nodded. But he had Adam call his father and check on the pack. Everything was fine, everyone was inside pack grounds and accounted for.

Though this didn’t calm his wolf at all, that ache in his chest was near on constant and making him very uncomfortable. He pulled his phone out and excused himself after dinner, to text El. “Hi El, are you alright?”

It took several minutes to get a reply, “yes.” Simple and straight forward. She’d never once answered any of his texts before, likely that was all he was going to get. But he and Atlas alike were happy to have her reply, even if it was just a simple one-word answer. She had at least answered him. Hadn’t the last time he’d messaged her, he could see the entirety of his texts to her.

Just four of them, two when he’d been tracking her down, that one the other morning and this one. Wondered if he should try and make an effort, would rather talk to her but couldn’t do that around here. His own wolves would hear him, they were all over the place. It would only take one of them to hear him say something nice or meaningful to the girl to have them become suspicious.

He returned to that meeting to have Adam look right at him. ‘She alright?’ he asked down the mind-link, still found it amusing, it seemed.

‘Yes.’ He sent right back, and returned his attention to the meeting.