Harry entered with a determined step. He was reassured to know that the Mad One had not yet arrived.
"Hey, Harry, hi! Welcome to the Crossroad Cafe!" the two young Wind Tribe members said in unison. The brother and sister standing in front of him shared some common features. They both had wavy black hair and brown eyes that shone with kindness. They wore a black T-shirts with the Café logo. The young man had dark jeans, while his sister wore a long skirt with ethnic patterns. She had a ring on each finger. "Aiyana! Mat!" greeted Harry in turn. The Red Moon Alpha hurried to the bar, where his friends, with whom he had played so much as a child during his visits to the Café, were standing. "We'll have to be careful what we call you from now on," Mat said, patting Harry on the shoulder. The redhead took a seat in one of the high chairs at the bar and grinned brightly as Aiyana placed a bowl of vanilla ice cream sprinkled with vermicelli candies of all colors in front of him. "Thanks for remembering," he said warmly to the girl in front of him. Since childhood, Harry had hoped with all his heart that Aiyana would be his Mate. He took each of her attentions to him as a sign of affection his soul mate might have had for him. _ Don't be ridiculous," Harry's wolf growled. The animal part of him liked the girl, who was a year younger than them, but he doubted that things were that simple. After all, it was extremely rare for soul mates to be close to each other. It was a cruel game that the Moon Goddess seemed to play. However, the wolves welcomed this as part of a hunt, even though they feared they would never find their perfect match to complete them. Aiyana and Mat exchanged a look. A golden glow could be seen disappearing in the corner of their eyes. Aiyana took a beer from the fridge and put it on the counter next to Harry. Then she hurriedly grabbed her bag and quickly waited for Mat to finish placing clean glasses on a shelf. "We have to go. Have a good night," Mat said, putting an arm around his sister's shoulders. Harry remained silent, then went back to eating his ice cream. He heard the door of the Crossroad Café open, but he didn't pay any more attention. His wolf had recognized the scent of the Alpha who had just entered. They knew they were perfectly safe. "How are you?" the warm voice of the colossus asked as he sat in the high chair beside him. Harry put his spoon down, then rubbed his hand over his jeans before holding it out to his bar neighbor. "I'm fine, thanks, Alpha Wayne." Alpha Wayne shook his hand and proceeded to pop the cap off his beer bottle on the metal rim of the counter. The appearance of the members of the Serene Moon had always amused Harry. They all looked more or less like loggers, and both men and women wore the same shirt style. However, the men seemed to have forgotten how to use razors or scissors. On the other hand, Alpha Wayne made no effort at all with his physical appearance. He wore a red and white checkered shirt, as did all his pack members, and he never bothered to shave and tied his light brown hair up in a low man bun. "What?" asked Wayne curiously, seeing Harry's eyes sparkle as he looked at him. "I always wondered why the Serene Moon members all dressed like that," Harry stated as he began eating his ice cream again. Wayne turned his stool so that his back was to the bar, then rested his elbows on the counter as he continued to drink. "Originally, it was because I was too lazy," Wayne began before continuing when he saw Harry's interest. "I ordered this shirt, you see. And, since I got compliments on it, I figured, why not? I ended up recommending some, but I guess I got the order form wrong. I ended up with a shipment of a hundred shirts on my hands." Harry laughed at the saucy news and ran a hand over his eyes. "And when you paid, didn't you think your order was overpriced?" Wayne nodded and took another sip. "As you know, I have a bit of a shyness problem with women." Harry laughed inwardly. There was nothing small about Wayne's problem, and it could be considered a disease on his level. It didn't matter how old she was. As soon as someone of female origin came up to him, he would ultimately lose his chill. Ironically, this daily handicap had allowed them to obtain a peace agreement with the mermen. When their leader, a colorful individual, realized that Wayne could not speak in front of him, he was moved to know that Wayne had managed to identify his true inner self. The mighty merman thus hid the delicate heart of a sweet mermaid beneath his tough scales. "All this to say that a woman was standing at the counter the day I ordered. So I handed them out to everyone. I guess it became a kind of uniform for the pack, out of support for my stupidity," Wayne finished by putting down his bottle. As he placed his beer on the counter, a considerable goosebump appeared on both arms. Wayne put a hand on Harry's shoulder and motioned for him to get up. "The Mad One is here. Come on. It's time to make the introductions officially." Both Alphas could feel their animal parts trembling under the overwhelming presence of the black wolf around the perimeter of the Café.The door slowly opened, creaking through the silence of the night, before the Alpha Black slowly entered the building. He wore only a pair of pants that he had put on after returning to human form and walked past the other two Alphas without glancing at them. Then he sat on a chair at the end of the table and waited. Wayne patted Harry on the shoulder and motioned for him to sit to the right of the Mad One. Finally, he took a seat on his left and waited. However, Wayne's wolf sniffed curiously at Black but remained silent for fear of angering the black wolf. Wayne flinched when he noticed the Mad One staring at him. Then he shook himself and cleared his throat. "Well, Harry. I don't suppose your father ever told you about this because it's a secret of the utmost importance. We need to take... well, I need to take the time to explain to you why you are here tonight. But also why the Red Moon Pack and the Serene Moon Pack exist," Wayne bega
Harry remained silent, completely shocked by the announcement Wayne had just made. How could this be? He was the descendant of a long line of Alphas. And yet, he couldn't deny it. His wolf was submitting to and recognizing the authority of the Mad One. "Out," Alpha Black merely articulated with a deep sigh. He got up from his chair and walked out unceremoniously, keeping his hands in his pants pockets. Harry and Wayne stood up and followed him. "Go to the back. You know where to go, Alpha Black. No trouble at the front of the Crossroad Café," Old Al announced calmly. The Wind Tribe leader had not moved and continued to smoke quietly as he leaned back in his chair. Black merely nodded, then moved with a firm foot toward the backyard of the Café. The other two Alphas followed him but kept a distance of five meters behind him. Wayne put a brotherly hand on Harry's shoulder, then laughed softly.
They didn't have time to continue their exchange when they both cried out in pain. They hadn't had time to see the Mad One running toward them, nor had they been aware of the danger. It took the powerful impact of Alpha Black's fist against their ribs for them to realize what they were in for. Till rolled to the side and hit the trunk of a tree. The impact was so brutal that the wolf's body shattered two more trees in the process. He immediately sat up, shaking his head to regain his composure, when he felt a hand on the back of his neck. A small bark of surprise left his mouth as he felt himself lifted into the air and launched again toward the center of the field. "Gee, I never thought I'd see a wolf fly in my life," commented Old Al, handing Wayne a beer. "I didn't either. Thanks for that, Old Al," Wayne replied, patting the dusty ground beside him. Alo gave him an amused look, then sat on the ground while he lit another cigarette. "Don't mess i
Harry was lying on his back, his lungs were on fire, and he was coughing from the heavy impacts on his ribs. He turned over onto his stomach, propped up on his elbows, and spat blood into the dusty dirt of the vacant lot behind the Crossroad Café. "I think that's enough for tonight. A year that I've been training you, and you're nothing like you were when I said I'd take care of you," Wayne said warmly as he pulled on his red and white plaid shirt. Harry let his forehead fall to the floor. With every exhale he made, dust rose from his nostrils and his eyes burned from the intense perspiration of physical exertion. "I know I can do more, Alpha Wayne," Harry said before grunting under the pain. The healing power of his wolf was in full swing, and the now nineteen-year-old could feel his ribs repairing and repositioning themselves in his rib cage. "Oh, I'm sure you can do more. But there's no need. You gave us a hell of a hand during the harvest. The omeg
Wayne had leaped forward and caught the girl before she fell to the ground. His eyes went wide, not understanding why his body had reacted so quickly to a woman who had no connection to him. Then he was startled when he saw Harry beside him. "Holy crap, it's Jane!" the young wolf declared. He had recognized her from sometimes playing with her when they were kids. "Let's hurry and go into the Café and call for help." When they reached the front of the Café, Old Al was already waiting for them there and beckoned them inside. "I've already called Alpha Black. He's on his way," said the Wind Tribe leader as a golden glint shone in his eyes. Old Al pointed to one of the large couches near the large fireplace, but the girl let out a howl of pain as she clung desperately to Wayne. "I know this is uncomfortable for you, Alpha Wayne, but it doesn't look like she wants to let go," Al said simply, placing a hand on Jane's forehead. The Wind Tribe leader close
Harry, 20 years old, Southern United States. The shadowy figure of young Alpha slipped through the woods without making a sound. Then, when he finally heard the muffled sound of voices, he stopped walking and raised his fist in the air. The two warriors of his pack, whom he had chosen to accompany him, stopped in their turn. They were fully clothed in the black combat gear provided by the Council, evidence of the mission's sponsor. On their chests was embroidered the badge in black thread: the letter C in Gothic lettering planted by six swords. The six swords represented the six significant races on the Council: vampires, witches, werewolves, elves, mermaids, and fairies. At first, dragons sat in the place of fairies. But, these creatures had chosen to give up their position since they were very few and had much more secrets than all the others. However, its voice had absolute priority whenever a dragon appeared before the Council. Since drag
Harry was revolted by what he had just heard. The massacre had not occurred because of a quarrel or prejudice. It was simply because of a piece of gossip. Those vile leeches had stuffed themselves as if they had entered a buffet and tortured their victims. He had had enough. He had been chasing them for too long. And, it had taken him too long to find the trail that would lead them to them. "Stay at your stations," he ordered, using his Alpha command. The two warriors with him immediately complied with the order, even though they hated the possibility of being unable to move if their Alpha was attacked. Alpha's command was a total order. No wolf who had sworn loyalty to his pack leader could oppose it. Harry rose to his full height and walked calmly toward the three vampires. When the three culprits saw him approaching, their eyes turned black. Long, sharp claws quickly took shape as fangs descended from their lips. Harry and Ti
Harry strode into the large Council Chambers after passing through several gates and security checks. It was always complicated to get in, as the building kept changing location. When Harry had completed a mission, he had to spend a few minutes reciting several incantations before returning to the Council. The first time he had to recite them, he made a mistake and landed in the middle of a shopping street at Christmas. People had looked at him, surprised, to see men dressed in combat gear appearing out of nowhere. It took the intervention of the fairies to erase their memories and make them a thing of the past. The courtroom was a white marble room where the Council's emblem appeared in gold on every wall. Depending on the season, the color and material of the place changed, sometimes taking the appearance of warm wood, other times the shape of black steel. It was a place of high magic that required the help of all creatures capable of using spel