Chapter 46: “”…grandfather gave the Council immunity…””
Alora’s ears were ringing again, and she felt robotic as she obeyed the repeated demands of, “Sign here.” “Initial there.” “Fingerprint your blood here.” The representative for the Werewolf’s Council came in in the middle of all this. When the Council member came in, his face went pale when he realized he was in the same room as a Dragon Master.
The Werewolf Council member walked slowly around to the opposite side of the table where the Dragon Master sat but made sure he was sitting two places down from Alpha Andrew. The Council Member’s face had settled into an expressionless mask, but in his eyes were shadows of disdain.
“All right, now we just need this male from the Werewolf’s Council to process her title and position change and then we can finalize the Will.” Officer Terrawing said with a cheerful note in his tone.
The Werewolf Council member looked back and forth between Alpha Andrew and Officer Terrawing, his expression a combination of irritation and confusion. “I was called over to assist in processing a Will, not to officiate over a title and position transfer.” The Council member said, unwilling to do anything he was not officially asked to do.
Alpha Andrew turned to the Council Member with a glare that said it was in his best interest to comply. “Part of processing this Will, involves a transfer of titles and position in our Pack from a deceased member to their chosen living descendant.” He growled.
The Council Member was a skinny lanky wolf with the fighter status of an omega. There was no muscle tone to speak of, and he looked more like a rat than a wolf. Mousy brown hair, his dual–colored eyes two different rings of brown, the outer ring darker than the inner ring. His skin had a sickly pallor to it, as if he was severely anemic and in desperate need of a few hours of sunlight.
When the Alpha growled, he instinctively acted like the weak wolf he was and cringed, tilting his head in submission. Then, with a jerk, he straightened himself back up. The expression on the Council Werewolf’s face became arrogant as he looked at the Alpha. The male’s expression said, even though the Alpha was technically more powerful, he as a Werewolf Council member held more power than the Alpha of Alpha’s.
Alora, seeing this look, felt a growl start deep in her chest. Between the male’s voice and his disrespectful attitude towards their Pack Alpha, she wanted to rip this Council member into many bloody pieces. Some of her growl must have come out because she was drawn into the warm and comforting embrace of Luna Ember.
“Calm your fury for the moment my sweet girl, I’ll let you tear into him later.” Hearing Ember’s words in her mind, Alora was too startled to do anything but listen. “Wait till after we process your titles and position in the Pack.”
It was easy for Alora to calm down after she was startled out of her anger. Alora had never used the mind link to communicate with others before, she never had one. Alora only knew how it worked through textbooks, and not through the personal experience the way all the other pups in their Pack had.
Alora tried to use what she learned to respond back to Luna Ember through the mind link. “Thank you, Luna Ember.”
Alora knew it worked when she received Ember’s response. “You’re welcome my sweet girl, and you are not the only one who wants to rip that wolf’s head off his shoulders.” The last few words were said with a growl.
“I have a lot of important Council business I need to return to. Something so trivial as processing a Will should be done at the Werewolf Council’s office, not here in a diner and in front of an outsider.” The male’s utter disdain he held for the Dragon Master was heard clearly in his tone and by his words. “So, if you will excuse me Alpha, I will take my leave.”
The Council Werewolf stood up to do just that, dismissing the Alpha himself. “Sit.” Alpha Andrew ordered the wolf and he obeyed immediately. “We will talk about
how much disrespect you have dared shown me, not only as the Alpha of this Pack but as the Alpha of Alpha’s, after we have processed this Will.” Alpha Andrew growled.
The Werewolf Council member’s complexion shifted between a mottled red and a sickly green as his expressions shifted from fear to anger, back to fear before shifting to arrogance, then back to fear when he realized he could not stand back up after being ordered to sit.
“Alpha, I must really protest this treatment. I am a member of the Werewolf’s Council, and your grandfather gave the Council immunity from the Alpha’s orders.” The Council Werewolf squawked.
The Dragon Master sat up straighter in his chair. “No Council of any Supernatural Race is immune to orders from their Alpha or King. A Council’s authority is second to their Alpha or King’s, not above it, not beside it, below it. In order for the Alpha of Alpha’s grandfather to have granted the Werewolf Council immunity to the Alpha’s orders, he would have had to have submitted notice to the Supernatural Council as per the centuries of agreements and treaties.”
The werewolf Councilman shivered with fear under the glaring gaze of the Dragon Master. Although his body was trembling in obvious fear, the Council Member still managed to adopt a look of supreme arrogance.
“The Werewolf’s Council does not answer to the Supernatural Council. You spout nonsense about ancient treaties and agreements. Even if they did exist at one point, those are so old no one has the original documents or even copies of them anymore. The ones in the Moonstar Mansion burned up in a fire that took place decades ago. Besides the point, these are modern times, and we should adhere to modern day laws and processes, we are part human and should integrate into their modern/society and laws.” The Council Werewolf spouted, while still being unable to stand up, the Alpha’s order holding him firmly in place.
“Wrong!” Officer Terrawing’s growled word shook the room with its power. It also had the effect of making the Werewolf Councilman shrink down into his chair and shake in fear.
“There is a reason Supernaturals do not look human even when we walk around in a two–legged form as the humans do. It would be more apparent if the Fae Folk and the Sidhe were still walking among us instead of sequestered away in the Underhill. Werewolves, Dragon Masters, and Witches all existed sixty million years before actual humans did. The humanoid form of the Dragons, Werewolves and Witches was modeled after the two–legged form of the Sidhe and Fae Folk, that we now associate with the word humanoid. Humans evolved from a species of primate around ten million years ago. Werewolves were created from the huge wolf beasts that walked this earth during the Age of Beasts over sixty–five million years ago. As for no one having knowledge, Dragons are the oldest living species still walking this earthly plane. Only the Gods, Goddesses, Sidhe, and the Fae Folk are older than us, and we have recorded and kept records of all events in history since the beginning. Dragons are exceptionally long lived, many have lived to just under three thousand years. Our Kings and those of royal blood tend to live anywhere from four to five thousand years of age.” Officer Terrawing Growled out the history lesson.
Then he stood up and placed his hands on the table, he leaned over it and glared down at the shaking Werewolf Council member. “I wonder…pup” the word pup was spat out, “if you can guess just how old I am as a cousin to the Dragon Master’s King?” The question was finished in a room shaking growl.
The Werewolf Councilman became a blubbering mess, and he shook his head. What came out of his mouth was a jumbled mess, they could only guess by his- action he was saying he did not know. Alpha Andrew was sitting back in his chair, his eyes sparkled with amusement, and he was using his teacup to hide his smile. Darien sat there stone faced, and a little pale.
Serenity, however, was looking at the Dragon Master with a curious expression and the green of her dual–colored eyes started to glow. Serenity tilted her head a little, as if she were listening to something. Soon an expression of stunned wonder came over Serenity’s face.
“You are one thousand nine hundred and twelve years old.” Serenity said, receiving startled looks from everyone.
The Dragon Master’s expression changed from startled to pleasantly surprised, before becoming curious. Leaning his large body in her direction over a highly uncomfortable Darien, Officer Terrawing sniffed deeply, taking in her scent. Then he straightened up quickly, a wide smile on his face.
“Well, this is a pleasant surprise, I did not expect to find an earthmover among the Werewolves. It was my connection to the earth as an earth Dragon Master that was filled with amusement as he spoke. gave my age away, wasn’t it?” Officer Terrawing’s booming voice
