The Alpha and His Contract Luna (Lauren) novel Chapter 46

Sebastian

I look at the beast snarling at me. Correction, I look at the monster because that was the only way to describe it.

Lauren was huge, standing at seven feet tall. Dark fur with massive claws and fangs. Her eyes were blood red and she was standing on her hind legs. I have never seen anything like this.

She kept snarling at me with her massive jaw. While hitting the silver bars. It burned her but I don’t think it even registered in her mind.

“Holy Shit!” I hear Alec whisper in shock.

I turn to him and find him standing with the five elders of the werewolf council. They all wear shocked masks so I am assuming that they’ve also never encountered a being like her.

“Goodness gracious…what is that?” Jack, one of the elders asks.

I ignore him and turn back to look at Lauren. We were waiting for the Oracle. We needed to see into her mind and she was the only one that could dive into Lauren’s memories. Once we got what we wanted we could finally send the bitch to hell.

I focus on the beast in front of me. I can’t help but fucking shiver when it looks into me. No wonder the faces of the people she killed always seemed horrified.

“What the fuck did you do to her?” the booming voice sends all of us to our fucking knees.

The power radiating from her is enough to suffocate us. No one utters a word. I grind my teeth against the rush of her power. Trying to stand up even though every cell of my body wants me to submit.

There is only one person more powerful than the elders. Stronger than me, and that is Sylvia. The current Oracle.

“I asked you a question?” she repeats, reigning in her anger.

I look at the woman who looks to be in her mid-fifties but she’s actually seventy. She has long waist length hair that is white from age. An oval make up free face except for lipstick. She is wearing a t-shirt, with a pair of jeans and sandals. Looking at her you could never tell that she was powerful. She looks ordinary.

Her eyes pierces each one of us. “I don’t like to be kept waiting. When I ask something I expect answers”

“We haven't done anything to her” Alec finally answers. “We let a guard question her and she transformed into this th-thing and mauled him”

“Well you must have done something” she snaps before going near the cell. “I can feel her pain, her hurt. She’s on edge and she wants all your heads. So again I will ask what the hell have you done to her?”

She turns to us, her hands on her waist. She didn’t not look happy.

“Well we did what we always do, asked her some questions. When she didn’t cooperate we used other means” this time an elder called Martin replied in a shrug.

“So you tortured her” Sylvia says deadpanned.

The look she gave us was more than enough to obliterate us on the spot.

“What would you have had us do?” I asked.

“Wait for me! You fucking imbeciles” she yells releasing a burst of energy that sends us crashing into the wall. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done? Who you’ve hurt?”

“We tortured a monster, a killer!” I grind my teeth while standing up.

Why the hell was she so fucking angry? Lauren didn’t deserve any mercy, not after all the people she killed.

I turn to the woman we are discussing. She still hasn’t changed back. She was still banging on the bars and trashing the cell.

“What did you call her?” Sylvia asks in a threatening tone.

“A killer, a monster” I snarl repeating the names.

Quicker than I have ever seen anyone move. She lifts me up before banging me on the wall.

“If you ever call her that again pup, I will end you. I will make sure your insides are scattered on all four corners of the earth and then I will descend on your pack like a ravenous dog just for fits and giggles. Am I understood?” She warns, her eyes glowing.

I wouldn’t have been afraid if she hadn’t mentioned my pack. Looking at her I know she isn’t bluffing. So I nod my head. She releases me before crossing the small hallway.

“What do you know about the legend of Fenrir?” she asks us still furious

“He is the great wolf in Norse mythology. He is the son of Loki, the trickster god. It was prophesied that he and his siblings would participate in the destruction of the gods. As a result of that prophecy, Odin, turned on Fenrir and chained him to a rock. Fenrir was later able to escape and aligned himself with the forces of chaos thus brought about Ragnarok” one of the guards says.

We turn to look at him in question. Where the hell did he learn all that? He just shrugged his shoulders.

“Good. But there is another part that is not commonly known. One that has been hidden for millennia. How Fenrir was able to escape.” Sylvia begins.

“You see, by then, Selene our goddess had already created werewolves. On this particular day she had gone to Asgard for a celebration. There she heard Odin boasting about how he deceived and chained the great wolf. Selene became intrigued and decided to see this great wolf. She found a big, seven foot wolf or monster as you call it. Bound in chains. It kept howling in pain. Feeling sorry for him because he reminded her of her beloved children, she used her powers to set it free.”

We were all looking at her now. Intrigued by why she was sharing this particular story.

“Grateful Fenrir thanked her and fled. Selene didn’t hear from him until news reached her that the great wolf had aligned himself with the forces of chaos and brought destruction on Odin and the rest of the deities that were responsible for his pain. After the war was over and Fenrir got his revenge, he showed up in Selene’s realm, pledging his allegiance to her for she had saved him. Selene welcomed him and gave him a role. Fenrir would be her executioner. He would protect and look after her children and eliminate any threat to them, that included werewolves that wanted to expose us or that hurt humans” she takes a breath before continuing.