THEIRS:A DEAL WITH THE MOON GODDESS

Camilla's p.o.v

My heart thumped wildly,at the eerie silence that hung in the air, it was choking me, avoiding the gaze of everyone in the throne room with me, I preferred to wallow in my pain and discomfort.

The three elders, consiting of Mara, the first witch of the entire four region clown, sat with her back slightly bent,I couldn't ignore the hunch her back made at the sitting position. But I bit my lips, preferring to keep my thoughts to myself.

Old age was definitely telling on her,with wrinkles folds around her neck and the grey hair that had begun to pile up on her eyebrows. Other than that, her eyes were still sharp, like a limelight and the way she peered at anyone before her, you would think she was drilling a hole with her gaze.

The second elder, Elder Mike, the ever so gracious and calculated Fae, according to the pack rumors, he had never held a grudge and he flees from troubles. He is rumored to be the most quiet Fae king to ever exist. He was an extremely old man, so old that I wonder how he manages to walk.

The third, the most violent speaker of them all, Riot. I personally think that name was the cause of her personality. Her red hair, although short, made her look even more terrifying, she was an Alpha queen, surrounded by family of lycans, it was easier not to get challenged.

Romano who seemed to had been informed way before I knew about the elders were at my doorstep. I mean the brother's doorstep. The little tap on the floor was sign of his impatience. I didn't miss when he would occasionally look at his watch and how his jaw ticks afterwards.

As frustrating as it was, nothing was more excruciating than the pull Rora was feeling presently, she seemed to be oblivious to this because the wave of excitement that wash over me occasionally was overwhelming.

She purred happily, anytime Carlo drums his fingers impatiently against the table, gushing over his trimmed and clean nails, and also getting wild with her emotions and wondering what those finger's could make her feel.

Hard as it was, I genuinely tried to shake her off, rid my head of the thought she was instilling in me and ignoring the drop of excitement on my underwears. I was doing well, not until Adriano, who seemed to be the most quiet brother, stretched on his seat unconsciously.

The ripples of his muscles, stretched the tshirts he had opted to put on, I swallowed thickly, tearing my eyes away from the dragon tattoo on his arm. My thoughts betrayed me, rather too fast. As an image of naked me on him,humping and grabbing onto his thick muscles flashed through my mind.

Or rather, Rora wagged her tail,slow but sensually at the scent of arousal emanating from the right side of the table, where Nicollo was sitting and staring at me like I was a treasure he had just discovered.

Gosh this was going to be hard.

"Now," Mara began, as her cool voice sliced through the silence. She glanced at us all rather hastily, before finally settling her gaze on mine.

Her gaze bore into my skin and for once I was feeling extremely self conscious. Was they something on my face? Have I suddenly turned ugly overnight?

He voice cut through my thoughts, "This has never been heard in the whole werewolf community, not decades, nor centuries ago. Never," she said, gesturing the crossed sign with her hand.

"You guys can't keep staying away from her," she said, pointing between the Mano brothers. "As you all know, that's slow death, you kill your wolves bit by bit,by how long you stay away from her," she concluded.

Then Elder Mike tapped her from where he was sitting and she sat close to him, and as Riot also joined them in their whispering clique,I almost laughed at them. We were werewolves for Goddess sake, our hearing ability was unmatched.

As Riot stood up to pass the judgement of what they assumed to be the best for us all. I held in my breath. I've heard their whispers but to hear it this loud made me break into sweat, my only source of comfort was fidgeting with my finger.

"The judgement is," her deep voice rang out, if I wasn't this bothered, I would have giggled at the intensity,her voice held. "All three of you, move back to this building,with half of your pack members each. Four moons. Four moons and she makes a decision on who she wants," she concluded.

The talk has raised an uproar between the brothers but no one dared to speak up. The brothers are known for their ruthlessness and courage but no one questions the three elders of truth.

Still seated, the silence that followed after the judgement was alarming, but the tension that hung in the air was clarity that this judgement had done something.

With the occasional clenching and unclenching of his fingers, that was all, Romano could do. Seems I was not the only one upset by this.

My mind was already made up. I'm rejecting all three of them, of the elders leave.

"Wait…" Mara's voice cut through the silence, as she squinted her eyes at me, looking on with such intensity, the cool air seeped through the high curtains as I felt the hair on my neck rise. Enduring her cold scrutiny, which turned longer than I had anticipated.

She turned towards Nicollo first before looking at Carlo, both getting the same scrutiny I had just undergone.But they both ignored her.

"No…no…" she muttered, shaking her head lightly, before turning to me. "This is what impatience does," she said.

"Did you both touch her?" She asked, directing her questions to them,a look guilt flashed through Nicollo as he looked at Adriano who had suddenly picked interest in what was happening.

"Answer me," she snapped loudly, startling me in the process.

" No I didn't," Nicollo's calm voice rang out but Mara's reply was a loud scoff, then she turned to Carlo who only nodded.

Silence settled in the throne room once again,before she finally spoke. "You are both doomed," She uttered cryptically.

Without waiting to elaborate,she picked her bag and marched out of the room, slowly elder Mike and Riot followed behind.

Carlo was the first one to leave, before his brother's trailed behind him. Romano gave me a sympathetic look but I returned it with a more confident one. He patted my shoulders lightly before walking off.

I was now left alone in the throne room, and as I stared into space, I didn't know if she walked or just appeared in her or I was so engrossed in my thoughts to not hear the footsteps but I didn't notice Mara's presence until a light tap on my shoulder jolted me back to reality.

My eyes snapped to hers, sharp and unwavering, as if she could see right through my very soul. Her gaze held an intensity that made me shudder. "Don't do what you are thinking of doing," she said, her voice calm yet weighted with undeniable authority.

I swallowed hard, unsure if she meant my decision to reject all three brothers or the more fleeting, rebellious thought of fleeing this cursed situation altogether. My throat felt dry, words failing me, as her words echoed ominously in the vast room.

"What do you mean?" I finally managed, my voice barely above a whisper, though I wasn't sure I wanted to hear her answer.

She tilted her head slightly, her eyes narrowing as though deciding whether I deserved the truth. "If you follow through, all of you will die," she stated bluntly, her tone void of emotion, making her words feel heavier. "Fate isn't something you can tamper with, Camilla. Denial will lead to destruction for you, for them, and for the packs they represent."

The weight of her words pressed down on me, threatening to crush my resolve. "I didn't ask for this," I whispered, my voice cracking. "I didn't ask for them, for this this chaos."

Mara's expression softened for the briefest of moments. "The Moon Goddess doesn't ask for consent, child. She weaves the threads of destiny as she sees fit. What you do with it is up to you, but remember…" She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper that sent chills down my spine. "The wrong choice could unweave more than just your life."

With that, she straightened, turned, and began to walk away. Her footsteps echoed ominously in the silent hall.

"Mara, wait!" I called after her, my voice trembling with desperation. But she didn't stop. She didn't even turn back. Instead, her voice floated back to me, sharp and resolute.

"Four moons. That's all you have. Choose wisely, or there will be nothing left to choose."

As she got to the door,her hand still on the handle,she turned towards me.

"Pay attention to your dreams," and with that she was out of the door.