An Ill omen

Almost eighteen years ago. 

A violent storm raged across the countryside. Thunder boomed across the night sky and flashes of lightning lit up the forest. Rain pounded the ground, soaking the earth into a soup like terrain under the forest canopy. A strong wind ripped through the trees like a howling beast. The sound was deafening to the ears.

A woman's scream echoed through the forest. It could be heard even above the pounding rain and howling wind. "That's it baby, just a little bit more," a male voice said soothingly. He sat in the large tent next to the beautiful, but exhausted brunette on the ground. Her forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat, her face was pale and tired looking. Her legs were spread open, a blanket covered the top of her knees as another horrible scream filled the tent. An elderly female with snow white hair knelt before her spread legs. 

"That's it Luna. Your son is almost here, give another push in three, two, one. Now!" She encouraged her as Luna let out another gut wrenching scream. She gripped the man's hand tightly as her body was wracked by another contraction and pain. 

"I swear to god, I will cut your balls off for doing this to me Drogo!" she shouted as another wave of pain hit her body as she pushed again. Drogo stayed silent. His hand was killing him, and he soon lost all feeling in his hand as she started going through labor pains. His beautiful, fierce wife was giving it everything she could to bring their son into existence. A loud bang of thunder echoed through the forest, as the rain pelted the tent and the ground outside. 

"Come on, baby. He's almost here, you are doing such an amazing job," Drogo said soothingly as he brushed her sweat soaked hair out from her eyes. She gave one last push, screaming so loud and hard that she felt her throat bleeding from the strain. This was the most excruciating pain she ever suffered in her life. She felt like her body was being split in two as she pushed their son out of her body. Her body burned from the pain that rushed through her veins. She couldn't keep this up, her body was about to give out. Her mind felt like it was going to break from how long this was taking. She felt like her labor lasted all day so far, but she knew it had only been about 2 hours. A relatively short time for their kind. 

Just as she was about to beg for the child to be cut out, to end her pain and deliver him through a c-section, a loud angry wail filled the tent as everyone went silent for a moment. Drogo held his breath as he heard his son's angry wail for the first time, a bright wide smile appeared on his face. The elderly midwife pulled his son from Luna's loins and quickly cleared his lungs and cleaned him up. Luna panted exhaustively as she watched on through hooded eyes as her precious bundle was cleaned up and wrapped in a soft blanket. This was her beautiful, handsome, perfect son. The next heir to lead their pack. She smiled as she heard his strong angry cries at being born to such a cold and unforgiving world. 

Drogo wrapped his arms around his wife in celebration. "You did it Luna! You brought our boy home," Drogo said, pride in his voice at his wife. He loved her passionate strength. Not everyone could birth a child without any medication or numbing spells. She wanted to prove her strength and resilience to all those that doubted her strength as Alpha Female. No one can doubt her strength after this display. She was exhausted, she was weakened, but she pushed through and birthed their son, the next leader of the Lyko's Clan. He leaned down to place a soft kiss on the back of her sweaty hair. 

She sighed in relief to be done with the hard part. Her body was sore, spent, and exhausted. But she was filled with such love and emotion as she held her son, her flesh and her blood in her arms. "What should we call him baby?" she asked Drogo as she loosely held their bundle to her chest. Her body felt warm all over as she looked at the newborn child. 

Drogo thought for a moment then looked down at his son, "Fenrir. Fenrir Lykos," he announced as he put his massive paw of a hand over the child's head softly. "We can call him Fen, for short," he said with a grin on his face. He thought it appropriate that the next heir of the Lykos Clan, be named after one of the most famous werewolves in mythology. 

The tent flap opened and a tall, pale elderly male entered the space. "My Alpha's, congratulations are in order," the man said, his voice weak and sounded exhausted. 

"Thank you, Seraph. But why are you here right now?" Drogo asked. The fact that Seraph was here, and not in his tent in prayer, was a bad sign. As the resident speaker of the gods, Seraph spent much of his time attempting to pray and commune with them. Rarely, however, did any of them commune back with him. 

 Seraph's face appeared to grow even paler as he looked at his strong and powerful Alpha. "My lord, please forgive me for disturbing you. I received a prophecy from one of the gods this evening." Seraph said as he looked between both parents. The fierce strength in Drogo's eyes, a stark contrast to the weak tiredness in Luna's.

Drogo's eyes narrowed dangerously as he focused his attention on the old man. His blood ran cold at the ominous tone. Another crash of thunder filled their ears as Luna tried to soothe their crying child. 

"You better explain what is going on, and be quick about it," Drogo snarled softly, his voice dropping an octave in response.

"Forgive me, my Alpha. The god, Koray has sent a prophecy about your son. It goes as this. The child born under the pouring sky will one day bring either ruin or salvation to the alpha shifter clans. He will be the one to decide their ultimate fate." Seraph said. His tone was grim and severe as he looked at the alpha's without flinching. 

Drogo paled in response. "He gave this prophecy?" he asked incredulously. 

Seraph nodded as he folded his hands in front of him. "He did indeed my Alpha. He said we need to train him for the war to come," Seraph responded. 

"War, what war?" Luna asked as she whipped her head up to look at the old man. She had no plans on her son leading a force to war. She would protect him, guide and nurture him always. There would be no damn war. 

"He said within the next thirty years, there will be a war for survival. Between what remains of the Alpha shifter clans, and the extremists that wish to eradicate us for good." Seraph said calmly. He expected this response. Luna had always been protective of the children in the clan and he expected nothing less towards her own child. 

Luna shook her head vehemently. "No. My child will not lead an army. There will be no war!" she declared firmly as she clutched her son to her bosom to try getting him to latch on and feed. 

Drogo, who had stayed silent in thought, and looked between Seraph's calm cool expression, and Luna's face, contorted with anger and fear. "It's alright, Luna. What he said may not even come to pass. A lot can happen in thirty years. Let us just take this time to bask in the joy of our son." Drogo said as he cupped Luna's cheek as she fed their son for the first time. 

Luna smiled apprehensively as her son latched onto her nipple for the first time. It was a strange sensation, having a child feed from her body. The feeding filled her with warmth, love and adoration for the tiny being in her arms. Like a connection between souls was forged by the act. She knew, even already, that her son had her wrapped around his tiny little pinky. She was lost in those beautiful blue eyes like his father. He was so perfect. She would rip the throats out of anyone that dared to hurt her son, or force him to lead in a war. 

"I won't let it happen. I won't," she promised out loud as she felt her son continue to feed from her milk. She glanced at the elder and flashed a fang at him. "Leave. Now." She commanded Seraph. 

Seraph knew better than to ignore the command. Female wolves were highly aggressive as a rule, and even more so right after delivery. "As you command, my Alpha," he says as he bowed low backing out of the tent. As the tent flap was lifted Drogo was able to look out and see the rain appeared to have lightened up. He walked over and lifted the flap of the large comfortable black tent. The rain had indeed stopped its deluge. Even the thunder had appeared to cease. 

He pulled out a pack of full flavor cigarettes out of his pocket and pulled one out. He placed it against his lips as he pulled his light out, cupped his hand around the cigarette and struck his lighter, igniting the end of the smoke. Seraph was waiting for him a few feet away as Drogo took a long, appreciative drag of the cigarette and felt the smoke fill his lungs, and the nicotine buzz filled his head. 

"Thank you, for bringing the prophecy and words of the god to us, regardless of what Luna may say." Drogo said, his rich deep voice sounding loud in the quiet after the storm. 

Seraph nodded as he listened to Drogo. "I am truly sorry for the fate he has in store for your son. It does not appear to be an easy life he is fated for." Seraph said as he kept his hands folded in front of him. 

 "All we can do is raise and train him as a Lykos pack member, and as a werewolf," Drogo said. He would ensure his son was strong enough to survive whatever life threw at him. No matter what. He would stand by his son in the future however he was needed. 

Seraph stepped closer and offered him his hand, "Regardless of what the god's decree, I am so happy for you Drogo," Seraph said, joy filling his heart over the birth of the new heir to the leadership. 

Drogo gripped Seraph's hand. "Thank you, my brother. My Luna is a strong, tiny little thing. To go through so much pain bringing our son. It's a wonder she hasn't reached out to rip my balls off already," Drogo said in laughter as he remembered the threat she screamed out in pain. 

Seraph laughed as Drogo took another drag, the red cherry bright against the white paper. "Yeah, I don't think you're getting laid anytime soon my friend," he jokingly said to his Alpha. 

"Probably not ever again, unless she wants another child," Drogo agreed as he exhaled, the cloud of smoke floating in the air, illuminated by the camp lights nearby and the dim fire in the pit a few years away. Other members of the pack were outside listening in. They had all known today was the day for Luna's birthing. They were hopeful and thrilled for the birth of their child. 

Drogo looked around at all the anxious faces that awaited an update on the birth of the next heir and leader of the clan. "Fenrir is a happy, perfect, handsome baby boy," Drogo declared to all of the camp. 

Jubilant cries filled the night sky as the first rays of dawn illuminated the early morning sky. Mugs filled with potent ale were brought out as the celebration had begun in earnest. Drogo had a wide grin on his face as he watched his clan, his family celebrating in earnest his child's birth. 

His Beta, or second in command, Julian walked over with two mugs of potent ale, his short blond hair spiked up on his head. "Congrats boss," he said as he handed over a mug. He smacked his glass enthusiastically with Drogo's before they each took a long deep drought of it. Drogo exhaled in satisfaction as he took the final hit from the cigarette and tossed the butt into the fire nearby to burn up. 

"Thank's Jules," Drogo said as he nudged his Beta. "I think he has his mother wrapped around his finger already," he said with a grin on his face as he remembered the fearsome look on her face as she snapped at Seraph. 

"That sounds like our Luna," Julian said, his voice filled with mirth. "Is she recovering alright?" He asked Drogo. 

Drogo nodded as he took another drink and let the cool ale slide into his belly and fill his blood with warmth. "She is exhausted and in pain. But determined to stay awake with him for now," Drogo said. She was always so stubborn when she set her mind to something. No one, and nothing short of death could change her path once it was started. 

"Of course. Did you really expect anything less from your wife," Julian asked, he had one hip cocked as he stood on his left leg. His right one still bore pain from an injury years ago that never set right. 

Drogo shook his head, pride in his eyes, "Hell to the no. I may wish she would take it easy and get the rest her body needs, but I know better than to try forcing her. I like my body parts attached to their current locations." His laughter was deep and infectious as Julian joined him. He was well aware of how dangerous a she-wolf she could be when she was wound up. 

"What I am worried about, is the prophecy delivered by Seraph, during a storm as severe as what just came through," Drogo said quietly as he surveyed the area. Most of the ground was a mud pit. Thankfully, there were plenty of rugs, carpets, and matts placed on the ground under and around all the tents for this very reason. They were all water resistant so the flooding of the ground under them didn't soak through. Sure they had the fresh rainfall flooding to walk through, but at least it wasn't mud on top of that. 

"Yeah, being born under a storm like that is an ill omen they say. Apparently they were right," Julian said as he shook his head. He looked around the camp and noticed a few females were heading over to check on Luna. One was a very familiar brunette that stole Julians breath. "Excuse me for a minute boss," he said as he excused himself to go over and talk to the breathtaking brunette. 

"Allison, baby, you should be resting," Julian said as he joined his wife, and Luna's beta, second female in command. 

Allison turned to her husband and glared at him, her swollen belly evident of the impending birth. "Do not think you can boss me around, now that I can't chase your slow ass around the camp," she said to him, her voice was high and sweet to his ears. 

"Nope, I would never dream of bossing you around. It was merely a recommendation, which you are fully right to ignore if you want," he said, immediately throwing his hands up in a surrendering gesture. He learned from watching Luna plant the mighty Drogo on his ass while pregnant how irritable and quick to anger a female nearing her due time was. 

Allison's brown eyes lit up in humor as she reached out to take his hand. "I just want to check on Luna and the future boss, then I will go lay down as you ask," she said as she leaned in and placed a tender chaste kiss to Julian's cheek. 

Julian smiled as her lips touched his skin. "Alright baby, I'll be waiting for you to tuck you in," he said teasingly. She gave him a derisive scoff as she pulled back the tent flap and entered while her own midwife waited outside the tent respectfully to avoid crowding the space inside. 

Luna looked over and smiled as her Beta walked in, her own distended belly leading the way. "Allison, baby girl you should be resting," Luna chastised her softly with affection as she reached out a hand towards her.

Allison smiled and said, "We both know how horrible I am at following orders, yours, Julian's, even the doctors," she said with a laugh. Both of them however, knew that truth. When it came to following orders without fail, there wasn't a wolf among this clan better at it than Allison. Her loyalty and dedication were without reproach. 

"Yeah right. You only ignore the orders when Julian gives it," Luna said softly joining her laughter. 

Allison looked on at the newborn child and fresh mother in the bed. "You look like shit, but you have a glow around you," Allison said softly as she sat on the edge of the bed. 

Luna glared at her best friend. "Oh shut it. Let's wait until you go through hours of painful labor without any medication or assistance and see how perfectly put together you look," she said in challenge. 

Allison's eyes narrowed as she picked up on the hint. "Is that a challenge, my Alpha?" she asked quietly. If someone was going to call her out, she would show them up every single time. 

Luna laughed and shook her head. "No, even I am not that heartless to force you to do that," she said, smiling warmly at her. As she spoke, Fenrir let out a soft quiet burp and let go from Luna's tit. 

Allison walked over and gently stroked the back of his barely covered head. His soft hairs tickled her fingers. "Grow big and strong little Fenrir, you have all our hopes and dreams resting on your shoulders,"