❝ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴡᴇʀᴇᴡᴏʟꜰ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴜꜱᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀɴ ᴀʟᴘʜᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏᴍᴇɢᴀ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪꜰ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴀꜱɴ'ᴛ?❞
For generations, the Blood Moon Pack and Grave Shadow Pack have been at war, the werewolves from each side bearing high tensions and malicious in...
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A few hours into the night fly by. Since then, he's had two smoke breaks. One with Leon Cromwell and the other with Sophie Mintz. Business was tended to and handshakes were exchanged. There's not much else he wants to do now.
Mint weighs heavy on his tongue as he overlooks the remainder of his Grave Shadow pack members—Priest Lee and the rest of his alpha soldiers—from the banister of the second floor balcony. In silence, Zeke remains by his side, watching what's going on with him.
He doesn't have a fated mate either. Similar to Jax, there isn't a reason for him to be out there right now, joining Priest Lee and his boyfriend on the floor. Even if he talks with the other alpha soldiers, Jax can tell that things aren't quite there yet. The puzzle pieces don't entirely fit between Zeke and them.
Since he knows this, he takes the chance to touch up on that. He musters up the will to express the words he's been wanting to say.
"Is this job..." Internally, Jax curses at himself for the hesitation. "Is this job still adequate for you?"
It's been a few years since Zeke was selected as his second-in-command. Up until that point, the role had always been reserved for another alpha, the second strongest alpha within the pack. The role of a second-in-command would've gone to Lee's boyfriend had Jax followed tradition.
But instead, for the first time in werewolf history, Jax chose a beta. He chose Zeke. Not everyone was happy about that at first, but he was quick to put them in their place.
That's behind them now. Old news. Still, it doesn't hurt to get updates. To see through to the fact that he made the right decision all that time ago.
"Sir..." Zeke's brow is raised. "There's no doubt about it. The job of being your second-in-command is a massive privilege for a beta such as myself."
Jax has nothing more to say to that. Awkwardly, he turns his head away, ignoring the curious glance Zeke sneaks over at him.
As they return back to their comfortable silence, he notes to himself that Luna still isn't here. She's still a no show lurking from behind the scenes. Just as he wonders when the hell she'll show her face, that's when the fireworks erupt.
Fireworks.
They occur outside, beyond the reaches of the second floor and into the horizon. An explosion of colors ignites with a loud bam, their blazed lights showering the dark canvas of the midnight sky in blues, whites, and golds.
Everyone scatters to witness the gorgeous view. Some shift into their wolf forms to leap up the stairway and witness them pop off, joining where Jax and Zeke are. Meanwhile, others bust past the glass doors on the first floor, eagerly catching them burst and burn out in the courtyard.
Luna certainly has a flare for the dramatics.
Several more minutes trickle by, with the fireworks fizzling to an end. As the show comes to a close and the crowd returns inside the ballroom, her voice rears its way back into their ears.
