You Rejected A Silver Wolf
Typical Chris

Chapter Sixty-Two - Typical Chris

Rihanna's POV

Vanessa returned to stand in front of me, her eyes dark and resembling her brother's. That was the only time they looked alike.

"You won't ever be Luna Queen while I am alive," she seethed.

I was a tad confused, but then I understood. Having a mate as Alpha King meant I'd be Luna Queen. Wasn't that a demotion from being Alpha to Luna Queen? "And who needs you alive?" I asked Vanessa, tauntingly.

"Don't cross your limit, Rihanna! That prophecy was made up by mad people. Anybody's destiny can be changed!" the Luna yelled.

My eyes were glued to Chris's. The way he was quiet yet clearly plotting the worst things to do to me was hilarious. I could see right through him.

"My destiny isn't yours to change. The Moon Goddess can only plan my destiny, but I'd be the one to forge it," I said, not looking at her.

"You know, apart from having a mate who'd be Alpha King, I am also key to stopping a greater evil. We should worry about that," I added. Chris swerved his head away, plopping into his throne. That look of defeat mixed with rage graced his facial features.

Vanessa, sharing his rage, stormed out of the courtroom, urging her mother to join her, but the Luna refused. She sighed and stayed behind. "The evil is your problem, not mine," Chris said.

Oh, was that how he'd play it?

"But it'd be your problem when it'd be you or come from you," I said, referring to the Lycan.

"You know of the Lycan too?" he asked, jaw dropping. He glared at the dead warrior beneath me. "Well, even if, what can you do about it?" Was he openly daring me? To think he wanted me submissive under him but also wanted my downfall. Typical Chris.

The Luna suddenly rushed forward, pulling me by the hand. She flung the scroll to the ground. "Did you do anything to my father?" "No!" I said, taking her hand off mine.

"Mother, what's wrong?" her daughter asked, holding her.

"I am being asked to return to Red Moon for good, and you mean you have nothing to do with it?" the Luna yelled.

Why would I have something to do with it? The only thing I owed Red Moon was death, not taking away their daughter from the palace.

"Mother, why do you think it's her fault?" her son asked. I was curious too, as it seemed like a big issue.

"My father would never summon me back. He's not sick! How can a warrior be sick? He just wants me back for some reason," she mumbled.

That was interesting. She snapped her head at me again. "If you didn't cause trouble, then who?"

Good question. But Red Moon had plenty of enemies, and I wasn't one to use nonviolent methods to punish them.

"Please, leave the room for us," Chris said to his sister and mother.

"No, I'm already leaving," I interrupted. "That Lycan you are sending to my pack-I'd take him away from you." Chris's expression shifted to uncertainty. "What Lycan?"

"Oh, denying that you have a Lycan after saying you did?" I chuckled. Typical Chris.

Vanessa stepped in front of me. "Bitch, we have a Lycan, but we haven't sent it to you yet. You're not the target." Did she need her tongue pulled out for calling me a bitch? And if they didn't send the Lycan, then who else?

I sensed she wasn't lying. And why would they deny sending it after admitting they had it? Indeed, I wasn't the target.

"I'm sure it's a Lycan destroying my trees with claw marks. If it's not yours, I'll find it and-"

"If it's not mine? How many Lycans are there?!" Chris interrupted with a yell.

"Ask the folks who gave it to you. Ask Red Moon. You're a crazy Alpha King to try messing with Lycans," I said, shaking my head. Those were beasts. If there were more where Red Moon found them, that spelled trouble.

"That is a setup. There's only one Lycan. He is weak, in a cage-none else. Go handle your pack. We will handle you," the Luna scoffed. Her authoritative tone pissed me off, but I held back. "I was already leaving."

I stormed out, dropping the chains that had been in my hands. So many times, I'd wanted to swing them but resisted.

If the fool marking my trees wasn't a Lycan, then who was stalking my pack? It had better be a spy-I'd enjoy venting on them.

I left Black Hills through the same path I'd entered. I came to drop things ringing in my head for the Luna but left with even more ringing.

Who was the blessed soul causing trouble for the Luna? What's their deal? And who the hell was clawing around my pack?

I needed answers, and perhaps help. Since Chris had admitted to having no good intentions for my mate, I'd better tell him.

"Jaden shouldn't know. What's the use of him knowing? He isn't fully our mate yet, so there's no trouble," Lana queried.

I hated to disagree, but he was our mate whether or not I accepted him. And if it depended on that, I didn't see myself accepting him anytime soon.

I took off my clothes, tied them to my legs, and shifted into my wolf. "Let's tell him and also ask if he's seen anything suspicious."

We sped toward Rose Valley. The sky was darkening, and crickets had begun chirping.

I headed straight for Black Hills' main gate. I wasn't a rogue, so I had no need to use Rose Valley to enter their land.

"Stop!" a warrior barked.

I slowed down and growled to alert him of my presence, but then I saw a harpoon hurled in my direction.

What the hell? I wasn't a rogue or something. I clearly didn't carry a rogue scent. Who was this warrior failing to confirm my identity? Another harpoon came at my left, then arrows to my right. I might have thought it was a dream if I hadn't already hurt myself. "Someone will lose an arm today!" I growled, biting into an arrow and flinging it back toward its source.

A small knife pierced my paw, fumbling me. The warriors were everywhere, making it hard to dodge the projectiles.

I ran back, heaving heavy breaths. There was no way to alert Jonah or Jake of my presence. I sighed when I heard footsteps.

Reluctantly, I prepared to leave without taking one of their arms. Then I heard a grunt. Peeking, I saw the arrow I'd thrown had struck someone.

The man resembled an older version of Ralph, Black Rose's Beta. Older by a few years. He clutched the arm where the arrow stuck. "We should leave," Lana urged.

I nodded and darted off in the opposite direction, running as fast as I could before another harpoon flew my way.

"There... it's a... it's a silver wolf! Catch it!" the man yelled to others.

They might have been able to throw things at me, but they couldn't outrun me. Their voices faded after ten seconds as I lost them in the dust. Well, that settled it. I'd never visit Black Hills again.