Wolf's Will

Chapter 7

"So mother, that is exactly how it happened." Beowulf excitedly narrated his ordeal to his mother. He selectively told her things that he knew won't get her angry. He couldn't tell her about the threat Amoux made. The words he said were something his mother would be worried about. If he mentions the threat, she would want to go to the priests to check if her son would be fine. Even though Beowulf knew most times, the priests only say things that she wants to hear. They might have every spiritual power. They might hear things directly from the gods, but they can't see the future.

"Oh my heaven! Heavenly goddess. You found a woman that interests you?" She asked, smiling and gushing over all of him. She stood up and began dancing the local Atilogwu dance. 

"No wait mother, I am interested in all women. She only piqued my interest. She really is a perfect woman." He replied. He drew her close just so she could stop dancing. His mother frowned at him. She sat down on the bed before him.

"You are nothing like your father. He was a loyal man."

"Have you seen me with other women? Can't I just like all women? I only appreciate them from afar," 

"You cannot. See, cheating isn't only when you have sex with other people." 

"But mom! I am not even betrothed to any of them yet. Even Ashina, she is someone I like but not married to yet." He argued. 

"But that's being a womanizer. Except the priests, no one else is allowed to have two women."  His mother replied.

"Not even the ultimate Alpha," Beowulf commented

"Not even your father." Beowulf knew why only the priests were allowed to have two wives. It's something he gets jealous of at times. They have a wife who is to be the mother of their worldly children and women, who will be mother of their spiritual children. These spiritual children are the ones who could become the next priests. Their children whom they had in order to satisfy their lust, were not worthy of being the priests. And this applies to every of the 12 priests who stand as mediators between the goddess and the people. 

"And about father, how is he faring?" Beowulf asked.

"He is well enough. He is even glad to know that in a few months time, he will be having a daughter." She replied smiling

"But mom, you really didn't have to let him have a daughter, isn't he sharing more of his will into you?"

"You don't understand it yet. You will understand the happiness of being a father when Ashina gets you one." She said 

"Mother!" He cried from cringe. 

"But for an Ultimate Alpha to pass on his will, he needs to be at his happiest." 

"I know right. And mother, that's why I am scared." Beowulf looked at his mother.

"Mother, I am only a hundred and ten years old. When I become the Ultimate Alpha, I would have to live healthily for the next eighty years. And the strength of my will, will determine if I will live long enough to finish the remaining sixty years of my reign." He said.

"There is no death in your eyes son. It has been a long time since a succeeding Alpha has been the son of the preceding Alpha."

"All the more why we need to be scared," Beowulf argued.

"It's why you should be patient and be at rest. Your will was strong enough. You discovered your "void" at a young age." 

"Don't call it void yet if I am not the ultimate Alpha."

"To me son, you are my Alpha. My Ultimate Alpha. You have always been and will remain forever." His mother said. She drew him close, and kissed his forehead. She placed his forehead before hers. Beowulf smiled. At least before he gets his own Luna, the former Luna is perfect. She makes him happy. 

In one of his classes with the priest, he had been asked to ask for the kind of woman he wanted. Without any doubt, he had said he wanted a woman like his mother. 

"Boy! You are deluded. Blinded by your love for your mother that you perceive her to be the best among women." The Older wolf priest said. The priests are always in their werewolf form. Once they assume their spiritual journey as a priest, they shift to their werewolf form forever. Shifting back to their human form or their Dire Werewolf form is a crime, hence might be killed by blood moon. 

"But it is what I want." He argued with the older wolf priest. 

"What you want isn't what you need," the priest argued with his raspy voice. His raspy voice didn't come from old age, but it came from countless years of shouting. Calling on names. Chanting of praises and summoning spirituals made his voice become harsh.

"What do you think I need then," 

"You need the best woman for you. You and your father do not have the same personalities. So the women who will be able to handle both of you won't be the same."

"Despite that…"

"It's accepted that you love your mother. But you can ask for a mother like your mother for your children, but your perfect woman. Only your father knows the kind of woman your mother is." The priest had advised. 

"Be careful what you ask the goddess,"

But now, with his mother's before him, Beowulf doesn't care. He wants the kind of woman who will make him happy. A woman just like his mother. 

"And you think your father would appreciate that you want to take his woman in addition to his life and title?" A voice interrupted their mother and son session.

"Edon!" the Ultimate Luna called. She stayed away from her son and gave a broad smile to the approaching man.

"Oh! Uncle Edon," Beowulf greeted. He stood up and gave his uncle a viking handshake. 

"My Lady! Good day. Be in peace," Edon greeted the Luna

"Same to you, Edon. I have asked of you since, where have you been?"

"Places that required my presence," he replied. Edon and Luna looked at each other. Creating a moment of silence. Beowulf expected them to say something. He thought they were going to keep talking and that was why he kept out of the conversation that he thought would ensue.

"And here he is," Beowulf broke the silence

"And here I am," Edon quipped. 

"Beowulf! I have something to discuss with your uncle. Why don't you go to your father and tell him of your discovery," she advised.

" Of course mother," Beowulf greeted his uncle one more time and headed to the palace.