His Lycan Luna

Chapter 3 : Vador

In a dark corner of the room was a single lit candle, melting drop by drop by the heat of its own flame. The little flame dance in the light breeze which escaped through the window, its soft whistle screamed loudly in the reigning silence.

It was an old room; it was a special room.

In that room was a four-poster bed, neatly made and draped in silk bedding. But if looked closely, the dust on the window sill was as evident as the glow figure of moon in the inky, starless sky.

He saw it too.

His soundless footsteps took him to the window, where the blowing winds welcomed him by touching his face. The white shirt fluttered on his chest and peeked at the golden skin in hiding underneath.

His lips set in a thin line above the line of a chiseled jaw, a long finger swiped through the layer of dust leaving a clear trail amidst the sheet of dark dust and a stain at the tip of his finger. Under the shining silhouette of the moon, his piercing amber eyes appeared brighter, alive.

Yet the same could not be said for the broken soul that resided within the depths of those beautiful eyes. His pain was reflected in the most beautiful way through the eyes that were once used to seeing the smile of his mate.

As a gust of wind crossed the sill of the window, his attention was taken by the fluttering of the candle flame. The tiny flame illuminated a great deal of his life, it showed him the face that haunted him in a beautiful dream.

Right above the golden candle stand, on the wall that had one of the peculiar pains that shone like liquid gold, was the frame that delicately wrapped the memories of his mate. The portrait of her smiling face.

The call was too bold, he could not hold himself back from erasing the distance between them. Reality said he had no business coming back, but a part of his mind and whole of his heart was here even when he himself was not.

His heart lurched as his amber eyes shone the reflection of the flame in its painful depth. Drawn to the colors and memories of past, his hand reached out and touched the surface of the portrait.

His movements were every form of gentle, his form helpless once again and his tips trembled in a way which only, he could feel. The darkness was a friend to him when he was now weeping in his heart.

The soldier within him was once again mourning for the loss of his nation.

“It has been thirty-eight years,” His deep voice resonated within the seemingly empty walls of what was once his home, his warm hearth. Now cold and dim, he did not have anything to connect his heart to except for the touch he felt in this very moment. The years he whispered where the age of his broken heart. The years that he spent with an emptiness in place of that very fragile heart and a will to survive until he could no longer bear to see the world being lively in the absence of his happiness.

He reluctantly withdrew his hand and inspected the light dust that had accumulated on his fingertips. His amber eyes flashed like golden lightning, and he curled those dusty fingers into a tight fist. His jaw twitched with the great effort he was putting into not gritting his teeth together.

“Is this what I get to see, as an evidence of your carelessness?” He spoke in no more then a chilling whisper.

“It was a mistake on my part, Alpha. Give me a chance to rectify it.”

A new voice answered the accusation of his Alpha. Followed by the voice, a shadow of a man swiftly emerged from the darkness and bowed his head in submission before his Alpha.

His demeanor said that he was internally terrified, but his mask of neutral expression never gave it away. The way he stood before the man he called Alpha, he appeared to be commendable fearless.

“I have been away for too long. How have you been taking care of this place in my absence, Rion?”

“To the best of my abilities, Alpha.” He bowed lower and a single bead of sweat made its way down his temple. The gushing wind was as chilling as his Alpha’s tone.

He raised a regal eyebrow at the evidently mistaken statement. His amber eyes swept over the dusty surfaces in the room, the place that was once his solace from the rusty world. It was old, but it was special.

He took a step forward in the bowing man’s direction with no intention of sparing his mistake.

“Clearly.” He spoke in an icy threat. “You aren’t that able, after all.”

“Alpha.” Yet another youthful voice interrupted the conversation between them. A young man rushed into the dark room, holding a torch in his hand. He seemed to have run a long way, yet his power did not allow him the luxury of tiring.

“Ezra,” The Alpha acknowledged his Beta’s call and took off his attention from the bowing man. The man sighed a secret breath and slowly backed away into the darkness. However, before he could fade into the darkest corners, Ezra’s hand shot out and caught him by the collar.

He did not say anything and nor did he ask any questions, just held him hostage in his strong arms and pressed a nerve that knocked him unconscious.

When his unconscious body was placed into a corner, he once again faced the Alpha.

“Alpha, there is a message.” Ezra held out an envelop for the Alpha. His dirt covered hands reached out to hold the envelope before he saw the name written on the top. His arm stopped midway and he took them back immediately.

“Why did the Wolus pack send a message?” His icy tone had a hint of warmth. The memories once again reached out to him, wanting to be remembered and lived again. Ezra opened the envelop, the scrawly wring was unmistakably the pack Alpha’s.

He read it out loud :

“Greetings Alpha Vador,

It has been thirty-eight years since the tragic passing of the loved Luna Tina. It is always heart wrenching to think of the great loss that occurred to all of us all those years ago, but we still keep her in our hearts and try to our utmost ability to honour her life that she dedicated to goodness and forgiveness.

For the same purpose, we at the Wolus pack, have arranged a fundraising event for the needy. As the Alpha of Wolus pack and the founder of this fundraising, I would like to ask for some of your precious time and presence for the event.

The Wolus pack welcomes you, Tina’s mate, to the fundraising on her death anniversary so we could honour her righteous soul once again.

We hope to have your response soon and in positive,

Alpha Kegan,

Wolus pack.”

Ezra put away the letter and bowed his head in submission, “I just received the letter from the guards outside. Someone delivered it as soon as you arrived Alpha. They know you are here.”

The Alpha tilted his head to the side, from the corner of his eyes he once again took in the beauty of the smiling woman in the portrait. The colors came alive when his eyes landed on them, he smiled as a response to the smile that his mate held in the portrait.

How could he ever not smile in front of his mate, even if it was as painful as a knife twisting in his broken heart and bleed him to his death?

“Should I decline the invitation, Alpha?”

Alpha Vador’s smile faded into a dark line, his amber eyes glowed like a Lycan in the dark as he said, “Send them a message, tell them that, Lycan Alpha Vador will be coming to the Wolus pack.”