Anthony's POV

They should just let me be. I don't want to understand what brought them here in the first place.

Minutes ago, one of my men had entered into this room to report to me that the Elders are here. Currently, I'm standing opposite to the lengthy, up-to-down french window. The curtains are pulled apart, a scenery of the outside clear to my sight.

My body is positioned in a way that seems like I'm staring out through the window, but instead, I'm deeply in thoughts.

I might be the strongest Werewolf in this pack — which is the known surviving pack, others probably dead — but the Elders are my tacklers.

We, Werewolves respect the old ones, it's been our tradition, and for that, the Elders have a pick on me. They come and go as they like.

Now, they are climbing up the red carpeted stairs to meet him here in the dining room. I prepare myself to listen to whatever odd saying they have to share. I just hate them, and I'm happy that they know that.

In my opinion, they aren't Elders. If they were, they wouldn't have allowed the Werewolf species to go separated, they wouldn't have made us almost go in extinct, and they wouldn't have left when they are most needed.

They are just that useless. And now that I managed to arrange the pack and make us align as the odd ways, they want to complain. At least, that's what I suppose they are here for.

What else could it be?

Just then, the double handle door opens widely, enough for the three men to walk in. Their eyes are cast ahead, as though it itsn't me they have come for.

Esposito, the leader of the Elders — the three men, I mean — is the leading figure, the other two following behind him with one step back.

He has his hair brushed to the back...such old-fashioned way of brushing hair. Though, I wouldn't lie to say that it does fit his features. His gelled black hair is long such that it reaches his shoulders, his deep black brows are thick and sharpened, his obsidian eyes are to die for in the evilness I guess they carry, and matching it with his porcelain skin, it makes him look exactly like the devil. He is in his usual black robe, the hood covering most of his face.

By his right is Ricci, the one who is nicknamed to be Esposito's Beta. He is wearing a black robe as well, the hood partially covers his head, leaving his brown hair to show, clearly. His amber eyes glows lowly underneath the shades that his concrete, warm ivory face forms.

He is the most terrifying looking man you'll ever see. My wolf chuckles inside of my head. I shuffle him in. The Elders are specialist, and extremely skilled. They'll sense him, and his sarcasm...that wouldn't just end up good for us. As much as I still respect them, I won't allow them to overthrow me. I know that's what they want.

By the left is the smiley face Omega. He just never stops smiling, which makes it hard to read his expressions since I can read their mind. They are that strong.

Caesar is also wearing hood, but unlike the others, he has his to be pulled down to behind his neck. Well, he has nothing to hide anymore since his smile already hid them.

His green eyes, mixing with his dyed green hair, which are combed to the front and whipped to the left, is a nice combination. His chestnut skin is in glowing by the effect of the light, entering.

The three of them comes to a stop at the other end of the dining table. I bow lightly, and they do. They have to. I am the King, they know that, so they have got no choice. In my own case, bowing at them shows my respect for their lifetime, and how much knowledge they have with them.

"Please, take a seat." My wolf is gazing at them within my body, calculating what's possibly passing through their head. One thing is sure though, they won't start a physical fight here.

"We have not come here for that." Esposito is quick to respond, his tone resonating across the room. He is that loud.

Hearing a fluffy sound, my eyes catches Caesar just when he plops down, and picks an apple from the center of the table.

Esposito's eyes wander to him as well. "What? I didn't climb those stairs just to stand here when there's more than five chairs here." Caesar complains.

"We have come here for something—" Esposito stops talking when a low crunching sound comes from Caesar. He looks down at him again, then back up at me, and continues. My wolf wants to laugh. To him, they are old wolf, still stupid at sixty...you know the saying. But in actuality, they are more than a hundred and fifty years old.

"You know the rules of the moon goddess..." I mock that. They created the rules, "and you know that we are not exclude it. For you to be the rightful Alpha to all Werewolves, you need a Werewolf mate, you need your Luna." The finishes as though I hadn't known that before.

I breath out, keeping my cool. "I'm the rightful Alpha, we all know that—"

"No, we, your Elders, don't." He cuts in, stopping me mid-sentence.

"Will you just stop this already? I have the Alpha blood run through my veins. My father was an Alpha before you let the Hunters kill him."

"He was a sub-Alpha." That just makes me want to laugh so badly. They are sub-Alphas, and Alpha but that will be an explanation for another day.

"Which I know of, but then, he fought when you all wouldn't, when you all disappeared. What was your excuse again?" My tone is mocking. They are becoming angry, especially Esposito, followed by Ricci. I don't think Caesar is even listening as he's chewing the fruit in his hand. "My father, and other sub-Alphas fought the Hunters, including myself. If I don't have what it takes to lead, how do you think I was able to save most of our species. I even saved them from the Humans. You all did nothing. And till now, you are still doing nothing. They are many of Werewolves out there, living in the dark because they are afraid of what might see in the light, and because of this, we are dying every day."

I breath out, and continue. "and now you're asking me to find my mate. Newsflash, I haven't found her. Maybe she's out there, living in the hide as well, I don't know. Maybe she's dead, I don't even know. I don't even know if the moon goddess is still behind us. I know nothing, but one thing; it is to protect the remaining men I have with me. I'll protect this pack, so you leave them to me."

I roll my eyes at my next words, "what am I even saying, it's not like you ever cared for any of us. And now you want to evict me, they won't allow. They won't agree." And I do hear that majority wins the vote.

Thanks to my wolf, I'm not out of breaths, neither am I tried at all. I'm just fed up of all talk, repeating the same thing over and over and over again, each and every time they come here to threaten me.

"You have said your mind, little wolf." The leader, Esposito says, as his eyes glow more. His black orbs releases are glister of pink colour, very tiny at the middle of his lens. He walks over to me, as he continues to say, his voice is no where near being gentle, yet it seems like it. He is threatening me, but not at the same time, instead as if he's making a declaration.

"We are the Elders, and you know just little of what we are capable of. You don't want to play in this game, little wolf. Continue to rule for the next four moons, probably if you have a mate by then, we'll let you continue the post. We do not need it. We are powerful than that." He accolades, "and if the pack won't allow us to evict you, then we'll either dominate them, or we find you a good role." The way he finishes his words shows his amusement. This is all a child play them. Remind me again their ages. A hundred and fifty wolf like themselves will most likely act like a child.

His lips are tugged upwards, letting a smirk reveals. He pat my left shoulder, and turns to his back. Nodding, he leaves, and the other two follows behind him. Though, not without Caesar, saying in a hushed voice.

"The apple was nice. Keep more for me when we do come back." After he says, that's when I notice that he's finished all dozen of them in the basket. Most Werewolves are food-beast, they deal with eating food like there's no tomorrow. That's just one of our nature that most possesses.