An Alpha's Forbidden Mate-Chapter 48: Beginning of the Hunt

Chapter Forty-Eight:

The air inside the command tent was thick, smelling of damp canvas, old maps, and the metallic tang of sharpened steel. The flickering light of the oil lamps cast long, dancing shadows against the walls, mimicking the turmoil brewing within the clan.

Amelia blinked, her mind momentarily stalling as she processed the Chieftess’s sudden declaration. She had expected orders regarding the perimeter defenses, or perhaps a reallocation of rations. She had not expected this.

"I’d love to, Chieftess Raven," Amelia replied, her voice automatic, trained to serve. But as the words settled, the reality of the timeline snagged in her throat. "Wait. You mean... tonight?"

Luna, seated behind the heavy oak table that served as her desk, didn’t look up from the map she was studying. Her finger traced the edge of the forest line. "Good. We leave within the hour."

Amelia shifted her weight, the leather of her armor creaking in the silence. "I... I thought you meant in the future. Perhaps when the threat of war had passed. I didn’t think you meant today."

Finally, Luna raised her eyes. They were pools of dark intensity, unreadable and calm. "What is wrong with today, Amelia?"

Amelia took a breath, forcing her heart rate to slow. She needed to be the voice of reason here; that was her role. "With all due respect, Chieftess, I don’t think it is wise to leave the safety of the perimeter to hunt for game. We are on the brink of war. Every soldier, especially the leader, is needed here."

"If I remember correctly," Luna said softly, her voice dropping an octave, "I am the leader of this clan, not you. And I was the one who issued the decree that no one leaves the territory."

"Then why?" Amelia’s composure cracked, frustration leaking into her tone. She gestured wildly at the tent entrance. "Why do you want to break the very laws you forged just to go hunt some deer? It’s reckless!"

The silence that followed was suffocating. Luna stood up slowly. She didn’t look angry; she looked amused, which was infinitely more terrifying.

Amelia immediately dipped her head, the rush of adrenaline turning cold in her veins. "Sorry, Chieftess Raven. I spoke out of turn."

"It’s alright," Luna said, walking around the desk to stand before her subordinate. "Concern is a sign of loyalty. Besides... who told you I was going to hunt animals?"

Amelia looked up, her brow furrowed. "But... you said we were going hunting."

A small, dangerous smile touched the corners of Luna’s lips. It wasn’t a smile of joy; it was the baring of teeth before a bite. "You are right. I am going hunting. But the prey I seek walks on two legs, not four. It is a different kind of animal entirely."

Amelia stared at her, the cryptic words swirling in her mind. "I don’t get it."

"You don’t have to. Not yet," Luna turned away, grabbing her dark cloak from the rack. "Just get ready. We leave at midnight."

"Okay," Amelia resigned herself to the madness, "but who will watch over the clan? If the enemy strikes while the Chieftess is missing—"

"Speak to Kael," Luna interrupted, fastening the clasp of her cloak. "Tell him he is in command until I return."

Amelia paused, considering the choice. Kael. He was a slab of granite—unmovable, emotionless, and terrifyingly efficient. "Oh. A wise choice, Chieftess. With Kael’s intellect and that freezing calm of his, I doubt anyone would dare cause trouble while we are gone."

"Go," Luna commanded. "Prepare."

Amelia bowed and slipped out into the cool night air.

Midnight arrived not with a sound, but with a deepening of the shadows. The moon was high, casting a pale, silver sheen over the encampment. The fires had died down to embers, and the only sounds were the rustle of leaves and the distant hoot of an owl.

Luna stood outside her tent, her silhouette merging with the darkness. She was a statue of patience, her senses extended outward, feeling the pulse of the forest.

Footsteps approached—light, hesitant.

"What took you so long?" Luna asked without turning around.

Amelia jogged up, adjusting the strap of her satchel. "I was packing some essentials. And I had to find Kael."

"And?"

"He didn’t say anything, actually," Amelia admitted, looking back toward the warriors’ den. "He just stared at me for a long moment, then nodded once. I think that means he’s cool with it. Or he’s planning to execute someone for incompetence. With him, it’s hard to tell."

Luna let out a short breath that might have been a laugh. "If he nodded, the clan is safe. Since you are ready, let’s move."

They turned to face the tree line, ready to vanish into the timber, but the air suddenly grew heavy. The temperature dropped, and a presence materialized behind them, stepping out of the gloom like a phantom.

"Where do you think you are going?"

The voice was like silk over gravel. Sophie.

Luna stopped but didn’t flinch. She slowly turned, her expression bored. Amelia, however, tensed, her hand hovering near the hilt of her dagger.

"I didn’t say anything to her!" Amelia blurted out, her eyes darting between the two powerful women.

Luna ignored Amelia’s outburst, locking eyes with Sophie. "Where I go is none of your business, witch."

Sophie stepped closer, the moonlight catching the dangerous glint in her eyes. She moved with a predator’s grace, encroaching on Luna’s personal space. "Now, that is where you are wrong, Chieftess. I don’t think letting my only key to the Astex Realm wander off into the night is a good idea. Keys have a habit of getting lost. If something happens to you, I am left stranded. I won’t allow it."

The threat hung in the air, palpable and sharp. Sophie wasn’t just a guest; she was a variable Luna couldn’t fully control yet.

Luna stepped forward, closing the distance until she was inches from Sophie’s face. She didn’t raise her voice; she lowered it. "No need to worry, Sophie. I know what I promised you. I will give you the realm you seek. But do not mistake our deal for a leash. You do not have control over me. I am leaving to handle a matter of importance, and I will be back to fulfill my promises. Do not stand in my way."

The dominance rolled off Luna in waves, a crushing weight that demanded submission. Sophie held her gaze for a long, tense heartbeat, then finally stepped back, a smirk playing on her lips. She gave a mocking curtsy.

"Come back in one piece, key," Sophie whispered.

Luna turned her back on the witch, looking at Amelia. "Let’s go."

They didn’t run; they blurred.

To a human observer, they would have been nothing more than a sudden gust of wind rattling the leaves, or a shadow stretching unnaturally long against the tree trunks. They tore through the dense undergrowth, their movements synchronized and fluid.

Trees became streaks of black and green. The ground was a blur of brown. Amelia pushed herself, her lungs burning, her muscles firing with explosive power. She had evolved, yes. She was stronger than she had ever been. But looking ahead, she realized the gap between her and Luna was still an ocean.

Luna moved effortlessly. She wasn’t fighting the terrain; she was gliding over it. She was faster, sharper, a creature of pure kinetic energy. Every time Amelia thought she was closing the distance, Luna would accelerate, a phantom drifting further ahead.

By the time the dense canopy of the forest broke and the harsh, artificial lights of the town appeared on the horizon, Amelia was gasping.

They skidded to a halt at the edge of the asphalt road. Amelia bent over, hands on her knees, her chest heaving like a bellows. Sweat dripped from her forehead, stinging her eyes.

Luna looked back, barely winded. She tilted her head, observing Amelia with clinical curiosity. "What is wrong?"

Amelia gulped down air, holding up a finger to ask for a moment. "You... you are too fast, Chieftess," she wheezed. "It took everything I had... just to keep you in sight. I thought... when I evolved... I was as strong as you."

Luna’s expression softened slightly. "You should have told me. I would have slowed down."

"I didn’t want... to hold you back," Amelia stood up straight, wiping her mouth. She looked around at the paved roads and the distant glow of streetlamps. It was jarring to be back in civilization after weeks in the wild. "Where do we head now?"

"My home," Luna replied, her gaze fixed on the distant city lights.

Amelia blinked. Home? She kept the thought internal. I don’t get it. We are going ’hunting’ for a dangerous animal... at her house?

They flagged down a late-night cab. The driver, a tired man with heavy bags under his eyes, didn’t ask questions. He simply drove. The contrast was surreal—minutes ago they were tearing through the woods at supernatural speeds; now, they were sitting in the back of a smelling sedan, watching the city roll by at a sluggish forty miles per hour.

The car stopped in a quiet, suburban neighborhood. It was the kind of place where lawns were manicured, and fences were white—or at least, they used to be.

Luna paid the driver and stepped out. She stood on the cracked sidewalk, staring up at a two-story house. It looked abandoned. The paint was peeling, the windows were dark eyes staring back at her, and the garden was overgrown with weeds.

Amelia stood a few paces behind, sensing the sudden shift in Luna’s aura. The Chieftess wasn’t radiating power anymore; she was radiating grief.

Luna closed her eyes, and the present faded away.

The sun was bright—too bright. It was a Saturday. She was eight years old.

The living room smelled of lemon polish and her father’s coffee. Little Luna stood in the center of the rug, her face flushed red with stubborn anger. In her hands, she gripped a plastic robot—her brother Tom’s favorite toy.

"Give it back, Luna," Tom whined, reaching for it. "It’s mine!"

"No! I want it!" Luna shouted, her tiny voice shrill.

Isaac, her father, walked in. He was tall, with kind eyes and broad shoulders that made Luna feel safe just by looking at him. "Luna," he said gently. "That belongs to Tom. Give it back, sweetheart."

Defiance surged through her. "No!"

She threw the toy. It hit the hardwood floor with a sickening crunch. Plastic shattered. An arm broke off.

Tom started wailing. Isaac’s face fell, disappointment replacing the warmth. He knelt down in front of her, taking her small hands in his large, rough ones.

"Luna," he said, his voice serious but not yelling. "You broke his toy. You need to apologize."

"I don’t want to," she huffed, crossing her arms.

Isaac sighed and lifted her chin so she had to look at him. "Listen to me, little bird. The world works in a circle. If you do bad things, bad things will always happen to you. But if you do good things, if you are kind and say sorry when you are wrong, good things will always happen to you."

He smiled, a soft, reassuring expression that promised the world was fair. "Now, do you want bad things to happen to you? Or do you want to apologize and be a good girl?"

Luna looked at Tom, then at her dad. She didn’t want bad things. She wanted to be good. Tears welled in her eyes. "I... I want to apologize."

She hugged Tom. Her dad ruffled her hair, beaming with pride. "See? Good things happen to good people."

The memory shattered like the plastic robot.

Luna opened her eyes. The house was dark. There was no smell of lemon polish, only mold and decay. There was no laughter.

The image of her father’s smile was violently replaced by the last time she had seen him. The blood. The chaos. The image of Isaac’s severed head rolling across the floor, his eyes wide with a terror that no good man should ever have to know.

He had been good. He had been the best of them. He had apologized, he had loved, he had followed the rules.

A single, hot tear escaped Luna’s eye, tracking through the dirt on her cheek. She didn’t wipe it away. She let it fall, a tribute to a lie she had believed for too long.

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides, her nails digging into her palms until the skin broke. The vampire within her snarled, hungry for retribution, hungry to correct the cosmic imbalance.

"Guess you were wrong, Dad," Luna whispered to the empty, rotting house, her voice trembling with a mixture of sorrow and cold rage. "Bad things do happen to good."

She turned to Amelia, the grief vanishing behind a mask of steel. The Chieftess was back.