Shattered Crest: Legacy

Chapter Eight: I Can't Wait Forever

~Edited~

"Can see it from the way you looking at me...You don't think I'm worth your time...Don't care about the person that I might be...Offended that I walk the line..." 

          ~ Bea Miller (Like That)

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Brooklyn's POV

"A Golden Warrior is a spirit, granted immortality by the Moon Goddess. If a werewolf proves their loyalty and dies an honorable death, they may be given this opportunity in the afterlife."

"Why you say 'immortality' like that?" a teen boy says through a mouthful of apple.

The historian glares at him, to which he halts his noisy munching. "I say it like that because as you know, immortality means you live forever. Well, Golden Warriors are...dead." 

The audience chuckles at her attempted humor. I sit next to Kay in the pack library during another optional lecture hall. I'm not interested in becoming a Golden Warrior myself, but Kay's wide eyes never leave the historian up front. I came for her, knowing she's intrigued by the idea. 

"Those chosen for this honorable position rest in the afterlife until they are summoned by a pack in dire need of extra protection or numbers. The last time they were called for was from 1921-1924; France. Les Ombres de la Nuit pack needed reinforcements after a neighboring vampire clan massacred an entire village, bringing suspicion to the supernatural population. At first, the vampires outnumbered them, but summoning the warriors gave them a massive advantage over the unsuspecting clan." 

"Golden Warriors consider themselves immortal because they do indeed live forever, or at least, their spirits do. They come to earth at any point in time, just to help us. Proving their loyalty even after death." 

The historian bows, signaling the end of her lecture as the audience claps, Kay a little more fervently than others. 

Hands fly up as she asks for questions. "What if you get tired of being a Golden Warrior?"

"Does this mean the Moon Goddess has favorites?"

"Can they eat while on earth?" 

I tune out after the third answer. With the actual lecture now over, the room is getting rowdy. Some people make way to leave while others talk in smaller groups, making it hard to concentrate. 

Movement outside catches my attention. We're on the third floor, so I get a good view of the outside lot below. Though small and hardly ever used, it serves mostly as a playground for basketball, hopscotch, and jump rope. 

Now, a black SUV pulls up and brakes quickly. A woman hops out and begins pacing the black pavement. At first, I don't recognize her. But she runs a hand through the top of her red locks, looking up at the sky and exposing her features to me. She's an omega. I've seen her plenty of times during human and wolf training. 

I furrow my brows as she wipes at her cheeks, before hysterically crying. 

Another figure appears on the pavement carrying two large suitcases. I almost jump out of my seat and through the window as Dayton sets down the luggage and embraces the woman. 

Once they pull apart, I strain my ears to hear what they're conversing about, but I don't hear anything. I pick up on a cricket next to their feet, even the light breeze in the air, but only silence from them. 

With a lump forming in my throat, I realize the intensity of their stares into one another can only mean they're speaking through mind link. 

What is so important they can't risk others overhearing?