The great fall

THE GREAT FALL

With a deep stare, finally… "Yes," she responded.

"Alright. He lives!" Kalamura grinned coyly and walked inside while the lady took a last glance at her former mate and followed.

When she entered, Kalamura was on top of his mini table. She became curious but knew what was at hand when Kalamura dipped his trousers down.

"Slowly walk towards me." She obeyed. Inches away from Kalamura she gazed upon his face. "You know what to do," she took a deep breath, opened her mouth, and gently tucked it into her mouth. "Mmmm," he let out a sigh of relief as he grabbed her head.

The moment was short-lived when he heard a knock on the door and waited for a response. "Alpha, the shaman is here and seeks your presence," the guard announced.

"We are needed in the courtroom," Kalamura told her. "Keep quiet and I will answer the questions she will ask," he zipped up and jumped off the table.

The door to his room opened. He was quite shocked to see who dared barge into his room without knocking. "Mother! What happened to knock?" He yelled at the middle-aged woman with blonde hair.

"The shaman needs you right now," she ignored her son's complaint. She ended up staring at the lady behind Kalamura. "Did you take cow milk?" She asked.

Kalamura was confused, he turned around to look at the lady behind him and she saw why his mother asked that question. "Fuck," he whispered.

His mother shook her head. "Go clean your mouth," she shook her head once more. "Won't you lead the way? The guard would bring her to the courtroom,"

"Do you think it is going to work?"

"We should try everything even though we can fail," she tapped her son's shoulder and stood behind him.

"Thank you, mother." He placed his hand on his mother's.

In the 18th century, the hijacking of mates was legalised in the Northern Pacific. The reason Alphas or prestigious wolves wanted more mates was because of power. The more you have the more your base expands. Because it was legalised there was no tangible way to find out if a mate has been hijacked or not.

This brought chaos to the Northern Pacific. The saying goes, "When a problem remains a problem, it brings more problems" no one saw the harm it brings when you want to tamper with fate.

The slave trade began, as a man, if you can't find your mate at age 20, you become a slave and as a female, you either become a sex object or you're lucky enough to get someone to purchase you. Everything was destabilised and slowly, the protection of the rift began to fade – This act almost ended the whole werewolf pack of the northern Pacific.

"Welcome, great one!" Kalamura bowed to the shaman.

"I see I had disturbed the great pleasure you were having," Kalamura and his mom stole glances at each other and finally buried it on the Shaman's face.

"Sit," Kalamura's mother gestured her hands at the seat closest to the shaman.

"Thank you," she sat down and in a few seconds she scanned the room. "I'm not seeing your mate. Where is she?"

"As you have said, we were having great fun before you arrived. She is dressing up," Kalamura replied and Shefiniah, the shaman nodded her head.

The room was quiet until the door to the courtroom opened. Kalamura's proposed mate entered. She walked queenly toward the table and had her seat beside Kalamura. She stared at him and smiled.

"What is your name, young lady," Shefiniah asked.

"Amber," the lady replied.

"Amber, alright." She nodded her head. "How did you find each other and where?"

Amber kept quiet and waited for Kalamura to respond as they had planned, but Shefiniah had greater plans for both of them.

"We met at —"

"Let the girl talk. I already know what is on your mind," she cuts in.

A pinch of regret in his wounds. He had forgotten who the shaman was. She could read the minds of Alphas. During the Great Fall, the moon goddess bestowed so much power on the Shamans and gave them the ability to read the mind of Alphas hoping they don't make terrible mistakes that will ruin the affairs of the whole pack.

"Will you let me answer the question?" Kalamura sounded desperate.

"No, let the girl speak," his mother hushed him.

Kalamura had no choice but to lay low and hope she replied right. If she doesn't, he might lose everything including his position as the Alpha.

"We met at the low coast," Amber replied.

This reply gave Kalamura peace of mind. He sat back and waited for Shefiniah to say anything she had to say.

Shefiniah knew they were lying. She knew they wanted the throne and would do anything possible to get it. Shefiniah believed in the moon goddess and her plans, so she waited a little bit until something happened.

"What's the way out?" Kalamura gently slammed his hands on the table. "Are we done?" He asked.

"No, not yet," she responded solemnly. "There must be something I can do," she talked to herself.

"What are you doing out here?" The mate who got rejected stared at a brown skinned lady, holding a bottle of coal in her hands.

"Nothing," he responded simply.

"But, your eyes are saying something else," she countered.

He shouldn't say anything because if he does, he knows he won't see the light of the next day.

"I'm very fine, Gwen," he let out a fake smile. "I just have dirt in my eyes. Got the red eyes from scratchings," Gwen sighed and walked toward the Alpha's Base. "Where are you heading to?"

Gwen stopped on her tracks. "To deliver this to Mistress," she squeezed her eyes to prevent the scorching sun."

He grasped the idea of who the mistress was and why the Alpha had to hijack his mate. In any way, he must make sure Gwen doesn't see Amber. If she does… He dies.

"No, you can't go in," he stood up and blocked her way.

"I have to deliver this," she tilted her head a little. "Where is Amber?"