Chapter 2 Healing

The community formed by Tyrion helped me heal. As time passed, Casper became everything to me. I quickly forgot about Aurelius and healed from the trauma I had.

Life in this new settlement was peaceful. We lived in a community where there was no class, and no pack dynamics, and we had the heart to look after one another to survive. Although we lived in a forest, cases of diseases were scarcely found.

Aside from the hair, Casper inherited his father's strength. At the young age of seven, Casper hunted a deer. His archery skill was accurate and precise, and his natural speed in running was incredible. The first time his wolf stirred was at the age of six, and he ran kilometers in minutes.

Casper spent half of the daytime with the kids to learn counting and folktales from Miles, a rogue wolf who was a scholar in his pack before his alpha banished him. While Casper studied with Miles I would be assisting the nurse to administer herbs and treatments to those that needed it.

About the seventh hour in the day, I dressed Casper and got his lunch fixed in his bag. While I waved him goodbye as he ran off to Miles's tent I saw Tyrion coming. He hadn't visited for a while, and his face looked stern as he got close to my tent.

"Good morning, Tyrion."

"Good morning. Can we speak inside for a moment?"

My smile slowly faded, "I hope everything is alright. Is there a problem?"

"Not really, I have to say something privately to you."

We got in and we sat down on a large upholstered pillow each. He started, "Casper has gone to his classes, right?" I nodded.

"Let me go straight to the point. I noticed a mark on your left calf, how long have you had it?"

I looked down at my left leg and saw the spiral-like black mark at the back of my lower leg. "It has been there since I was born. What's the matter with it?"

"That means it is a birthmark." He lowered his head, pressed his lips together, and exhaled deeply.

I gazed at him intently. "What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with it?"

"I know you don't know, but those who bear that mark are from the royal family of pure lycans called Pelasgus. They have ruled for a long time, having a special Lycan ability different from other lycans."

"I don't know what you mean. I grew up in a foster home by the sister to our past Luna, Estia. I don't know about coming from any royal family."

"The Pelagsus family ruled the entire Lycan region before the six Lycan warlords allied together to annihilate the entire family and share the Lycan region with their several packs. This happened over twenty-five years ago."

"Since their demise, the packs have been a society ruled by a corrupt system. Alphas oppressing those below them, the leaders show no concern over their people. Men and women are punished unjustly, and those of lower class are left to starve because the little they work for is taken away from them by the alphas."

"Yeah, I know about this. This wilderness is more like a paradise to me, it doesn't matter the poor civilization, it is safer and better than every pack in the Lycan region."

"Now, you know where I am driving. You know who you are."

I stuttered, "You must be kidding, Tyr... I looked at his face and saw the graveness on it. "I can't be from a royal family!"

"That we can't say. I'm not asking you to accept it; as you can see the entire family is wiped out and their rights are taken away..."

"But, at least you have to know where you come from and who you are. And he also has to know that too."

"What good is that to Casper? Is just to bring in unnecessary anticipations and curiosities."

"At least he has to know the truth about who he is, his ancestry, where he comes from... And also... Who his father is."

"Alright, that's enough. Casper is my son, and I will decide whether I have to tell him or not."

Tyrion stood up, "I know you know what's best for him because you are his mother, but truth is also best to be told at the right time. And I believe you know when the time is right."

I turned my face away and helped him walk out of the tent. Pelagsus... Never heard of it, and I wouldn't make it a thing.

I rushed out from my tent to the nurse and got myself busy with the herb making. All that Tyrion said was replaying in my head.

At night after I had put Casper to bed, I walked over to Tyrion's tent where he sat with some men eating and laughing. They sat around on chopped large wood around a fire burning steadily.

"Good evening, Gentlemen. I need a moment with Tyrion."

"Can't you see we are having a conversation?" One of the men said.

Tyrion eyed him, and said, "If you know who you are talking to, you will stand and leave with a bow of respect."

The man stared at Tyrion with a hint of surprise on his face. He gave me a brief look and walked away with the other men.

"I thought about what you said earlier today," I began as I sat down on one of the chopped wood. "Not the story about the royal family, I don't care about that. I am talking about my time in the Moonskin pack."

"There is nothing much to say about it. You said it yourself that the packs in the Lycan region are ruled by a corrupt alpha who runs a society of oppression and I was a victim of such."

I sniffed and pressed my lips together for a while, while I gazed at the flame illuminated before me. "I Grew up in an orphanage home run by a relative of the alpha. When I turned twelve she sent me to serve different alphas. Every home I served they treated me like the other omega maids, with disdain. They made it clear by their actions that we cannot amount to anything other than being slaves, maids, miners, and laborers in plantations."

"When I turned eighteen, the path to my misery was set."