I Scored Myself A Mate

Luke entered the auditorium with his head high, his steps slow as he approached the center stage. All eyes were on him, filled with curiousity as to why the had to gather here so early in the morning. There was a mic in front of him, his steady breathing echoing for a second in the room before he took a step back. He wasn't used to this. It was his father who always talked and wooed the crowds not him. He would just stand at the back, observe and hope that he would get to learn something when one day he would be in his place. 

It was too early though. Too early for him to try and stand on his shoes. To early to speak like he did, to be strong as he was. He was gone, in the blink of an eye he had lost him and he had never managed or even bothered to care about fixing their relationship. Luke though his father would always be there, he took him for granted and now he would have to learn and live with those regrets. No matter what he did he couldn't turn back time. It was impossible but still in his mind he hadn't fully processed it. That he would return back to that office and no one would be sitting on that chair, the fireplace would be off and the room would remain cold until he, his son decided to take over. 

Before he began talking his eyes scanned the room. At the back he noticed Daniel conversing quietly with Allias. The elfen Kong seemed to listen properly while the two younger ones seemed to be displeased. He was telling them to find Alexander. He was giving him his task and he could do nothing about it because for now his place was here, talking and scaring off everyone else who thought they would take his place so easily. Once Daniel stopped talking the elves nodded and simply disappeared, leaving a few trails of black smoke behind them. Please be safe, he wished from the bottom of his heart as he parted his lips. He was not ready but he couldn't wait for when he would be.

"Good evening. You probably all know me but let me introduce myself. I am Luke the Alpha's only son. I have gathered you all here considering last night's events. Some of you may have realized that something was wrong, some of you may even participated in the atrocities of last night and managed to not get caught. What happened yesterday I am proud to say was just a way for me to prove you how weak you all are. The Alpha is dead. He was killed by Sam, my cousin and I avenging my father's death will take care of him. He broke the rules, staging a riot but my father still fought bravely because he never was afraid. He always knew who would be the true alpha. The one who is worthy and the one who will win. That is me. From today on I will be ruling this pack and whoever has a problem with me has every right to challenge me and die at my feet. Am I clear?" He asked the crowd not really expecting an answer. The people were too shocked and he knew that no matter what he said now, no matter what announcements he made no one would pay attention. "Tonight under the moon we will hold my father's funeral. That's it for now." He told them and slowly got off the stage, walking away fr the crowd who seemed too dumbfounded to even converse amongst themselves. 

Once he was out he let out a huge exhale. Closing his eyes and hidong at a corner as he rubbed his temples. He unbottoned a few of the buttons on his shirt in need for some air. Everything felt so suffocating. 

Soon Markus and Daniel approached him. They were dressed in black already grieving his father's death. He too would have to change, show his remorse. He wasn't allowed to cry though just grieve in silence because a ruler, an alpha never cried in front of his pack. Actually he didn't feel like he had any tears left. He was simply strained from everything. Unable to fully participate in conversations, unable to fully think about the future. He felt like he was in some kind of surreal dream. That he, in a few hours would wake up and realize it was just a story of his subconscious.

"You did good back there." Markus praised him and patted his shoulder. "They have placed your father's body in his office. We will go and see him. Will you come?" He asked and at first Luke was hesitant. Why should he go? To see what? A corpse? He was pretty sure his father would call him stupid if he just stood next to his dead body and stared at him. His eyes landed on Daniel though, tired with huge bags under his eyes. Frail and broken. 

"Yes, let's go." He said and the man smiled slightly. He was always the one who helped him make up with his father when they fought. Luke was sure he wanted him there. Just for one final moment. 

The curtains were closed and Adam was placed on a pitch black casket with no lid. The room was cold and foreign and once Luke entered he felt shivers down his spine. He stood at the doorframe at first, not having a clear picture but as Daniel's tears began showing, as he stood next to his father he felt like he should go in. 

There it was. His body frozen, lifeless with the scars of battle. No cocky remarks, no vicious grin just nothing. His father was really dead. As dead as it could get actually. His eyes focused on him, the greyness of his complection, his closed eyelids, his still hands. He was dead. He would never see his father again. A voice screed in his head and suddenly his heart began to ache. He frowned feeling weak as his vision turned blurry. He wasn't supposed to cry. Just a few seconds ago he was thinking about how it would be impossible for him to. 

But seeing him like that. Realising that this was the end. Made him terrified. He had died in such a cruel way. Not even able to say goodbye and now it was too late. Luke couldn't change anything. 

At first a muffled scream escaped his lips. His libs became weak, his knees buckling as he grabbed the side of the casket, falling down. He cried, he wailed, his eyes burning his throat getting sore from the shouts.

"Dad please I need you. I can't do this on my own. I am sorry." He screamed hiding his face on his palms. Why was he in so much soon all of a sudden? This burn in his heart, would it ever stop? His tears were warm dumping his freshly worn clothes and his mind was filled with moments, memories of fights and arguements. Times when he could've spoken better, acted better, apologized and he hadn't done none of that. Why did the both of them have to be so stubborn? So self centered? Now it was over and they hadn't even managed to say goodbye. He couldn't tell him how much he loved him now. It was just simply the end. 

"Luke it's okay. It will be okay." Daniel said and caressed his back, forgetting his own pain and sorrow as he watched him crumble. He was being attacked by everything, every emotion he had been suppressing. All the worry, the anxiety the pressure was just being released now, creating a mess in Luke's mind. He was breaking, his cries clear, showing the emense amount of his pain. He couldn't stop. Even while he was out of breath he just couldn't, his body shaking. "It will be alright. We are here. It will be fine." Daniel repeated again and again and Luke fell on his arms like a small child, grabbing his shirt, closing his eyes and he just cried, the same desperate way as when he was young. Daniel looked at the top of his head, kissing it and trying to soothe his pain. He just held him close, Markus watching with a sorrowful expression as both of them were drowning in their own tears. Adam always liked to make an impression, Markus thought. He should have known he would go out with a bang like this.

"This fool. Choosing when he will die like he had the right to after everything he did." He mumbled and Daniel actually chuckled hearing his friend say that.

"You know he never cared about what others thought. At least as he got older." He said proudly. "Come on now little wolf. You need some rest." He told Luke and ushered him to get up. "I will also tell you a story. To soothe your mind." He said with a gentle smile and Luke nodded before getting up.

A story, their story.