Moon Touched (Zodiac Wolves: The Lost Pack #1)(13)

Then, just as quickly as he’d found me, he looked away. Evanora was radiating hatred, and I felt the tension rise in the shifters around us, caught on the precipice of action.

“The Ophiuchus pack demands to be recognized,” the man said, his voice carrying over everyone.

Shock spilled out, replacing the anticipation. The word Ophiuchus echoed inside my head, digging at old memories that I’d half-forgotten, folktales that I’d learned as a child and abandoned with age and maturity. Ophiuchus was the lost thirteenth Zodiac pack. They were legendary, known as the "snake bearers," and said to be vicious traitors who had no sense of obligation or loyalty. They lived outside of normal society and didn’t interact with anyone if they could help it.

They were also supposed to be myths. I couldn’t remember ever hearing of anyone seeing a member of the Ophiuchus pack in my lifetime. The only time they’d been mentioned was when we’d been children. Be good, the adults had told us, or the Ophiuchus pack will come to take you away. They’d been the bogeymen of our childhoods, always the shadowy figures that had grown less threatening the older I’d gotten.

Now they were here.

The fear I’d felt as a kid was visceral, and it returned as I looked at these strange shifters, outside of any pack I recognized. And the alpha who had pinned me down in the forest? He was the nightmares from my childhood come to life.

“Moon Witch lovers,” someone muttered, and I remembered the other part of the tale. The Ophiuchus pack had been part of the Zodiac Wolves once, but they began interbreeding with the Moon Witches, who had cursed us all those years ago. As a result, the Ophiuchus pack was banished from the Zodiac Wolves. No one had heard anything from them since.

Until now. They stood in front of us in the flesh, standing toe-to-toe with the most powerful Sun Witch. I wondered if any of the stories were true, and they did have Moon Witch magic running through their veins. Could this alpha take on the High Priestess?

Evanora was the first to speak into the stunned silence, loud enough for all of us to hear. “You aren’t welcome here,” she said and pointed at the alpha. It didn’t seem to have the effect she wanted, as he simply waited, shoulders drawn back, meeting her gaze. “If this wasn’t the Convergence, and bloodshed was allowed, I would have cut you down myself already.”

The alpha drew his lips back in a parody of a smile—all the right motions, but none of the humor. “I’m not here to fight,” he said, and his posture went from threatening to neutral in the blink of an eye. I remembered the graceful way he’d shifted and moved in the forest. This was an alpha who had utter control of his body, who commanded each muscle. “But it’s time that you allow us to rejoin the Zodiac Wolves.”

“Never,” Evanora hissed.

“I will discuss it with the alphas, Sun Witch,” the alpha said, his growl rumbling low in his chest. “We may be on your turf, but this is wolf business. Even you couldn’t hold back the force of all thirteen packs if we decided to turn.”

“You’ll never be one of us, snakes,” someone called. I recognized the voice and found the alpha of the Leo pack standing. Dixon Marsten looked like a Viking warrior of old with long blond hair and a thick beard, and I could see people shrinking back from the intimidating bellow of his voice. Beside him stood his son, Jordan, who had his arms crossed. He shot me a look that practically burned off my skin before he jerked his chin back to the events unfolding in front of us.

“For once, we agree on something,” Dad said, standing as well. “Get out of here, before we change our minds about the no bloodshed rule.” It was an empty threat, but it got the rest of the packs nodding and making noise. I heard more than one jeer come from the Cancer pack before it was picked up by other packs and passed along.

The Ophiuchus alpha glared at Dixon with such seething hatred it felt like waves of rolling heat. “If you won’t allow us to become your allies, then we will become your enemies.” His voice was so deep, it was practically a growl. The hair at the back of my neck stood at that noise, and the threat contained within it. “And you really don't want me as your enemy.”

Dixon actually laughed, throwing his head back and letting the booming sound free. It echoed across the clearing, not joined by anyone. “What can one little outcast pack do against the might of the twelve Zodiac packs? You’re nothing. Leave this place before we tear you apart.”

Many of the other alphas nodded, and a couple of them added in their own taunts. I’d never seen so many alphas agreeing on something. The only ones who weren't participating were the Sagittarius shifters. They kept silent, watching without participating, some of them with nervous eyes.

Even though so many seemed to agree, I couldn’t shake the sense that there was more that the alpha wasn’t saying. I’d felt the power contained in the alpha’s grip as he’d pinned me to the forest floor. If half of his pack was as strong as he was, we’d be in for a fair fight.

The set of the alpha’s jaw confirmed my feelings. He had a villainous gleam in his eyes that set my teeth on edge. We should listen to him, I thought. We don’t need another war. But no one would hear me, especially after the public humiliation Dad had subjected me to. They’d scoff at me, just as they scoffed at this obviously powerful alpha.

“I see you’ve chosen to be enemies then,” the alpha rumbled, and his voice cut through all of the noise somehow. “Prepare yourselves for war.”