Rejected, Broken And Forgotten
Chapter 32

Jeffrey’s POV

I am standing here and still can not believe I lived to see the two kingdoms united. Wessex is born, and the two kingdoms of Sussex and Essex are gone. Somehow, I feel sad as it reminds me of Katherine and Frederick, who worked hard to get the two kingdoms started. Their children became successive Kings and Queens, which went on for decades. Now Paris and Walker (I still feel they need to change their names) are the new King and Queen of Wessex. For decades there were no mates between Sussex and Essex’s royals. They never mixed until the right two became King and Queen and united the Kingdoms. In a way, I am glad it is Walker and Paris. Both of them are fighters, like Katherine and Frederick were. They know how to protect those they love and will fight for the Kingdom, although they do not like being royals. I know they will learn to love this Kingdom and become a great King and Queen. I know they still need to go back to America to sort out their pack, as they are the Alpha and Luna of the Cloverfield pack, but I am sure they will make the pack part of the Kingdom by giving the pack a choice of whether they want to become a part of the Kingdom of Wessex. As I mentioned, the legend doesn’t only talk about the new Kingdom, but the Kingdom will save werewolves worldwide once again.

We all know that rogues have become a problem for our werewolves. I have read about people missing in remote areas or national parks worldwide. Humans call it the 411 cases of people going missing in the wilderness. We all know it is the rogues, especially in the Americas. I read about a truck driver that lived to tell his tale. His truck broke down in a wooden area, and he pulled off to fix it. It was a big semi-truck, and he pulled into a small side road to fix it. He said he felt like something was watching him from the trees the whole time. He got so uncomfortable that he set his truck fast and then got into it and drove off, but as he was driving off, he looked in his rearview mirror and saw a wolflike creature following him. It was walking on its hind legs and running faster than the semi-truck. It was half-human and half-wolf, in his words. It started running next to his truck, looking into the window. So it was big, and it ran fast on its hind legs. It looked into the semi-truck’s cabin, and he could see it wanted to kill him as the eyes of the creature were dark, almost black. We all know that a werewolf with black eyes is dangerous and does not have a pack. They will also walk on their hind legs if they want to kill. It is all about intimidation. The truck driver was scared to death, and he should have been. But he kept his head and took out his gun and shot the thing running next to him. Luckily for him, he had a weapon, and the werewolf next to him went down and fell into the bushes. I know he could not have killed the werewolf as only silver can, but he wounded him as he gave him a headshot, which gave him time to get away while the werewolves were healing. The truck driver was lucky. As we all know, rogues will kill as they are hurting without a pack or mate. Some rogues have lost all their families and have nothing to live for anymore, so they become lone wolves and start killing humans. Yes, we can walk on our hind legs when we shift, but because we only turn halfway, we are still half-wolf and half-human. We don’t do that when we have a pack. We think of our pack and mates first. In a pack, you are either a wolf or a human, as you do not want humans and other creatures to know that werewolves exist. The halfway shift is when you want to kill fast or fight in human and wolf form. Rogues only do that. These rogues have taken over the wilderness and do not want humans or other creatures coming into their areas. They are putting all of us in danger, and we will have to address this issue as humans are sending their armies into these remote wilderness areas to look for rogues and to kill them. Still, soon humans will realize that the wolves in other regions are bigger and stronger than ordinary wolves, and our packs will be in danger.

I see more and more of these stories on the internet, and luckily for us, governments are covering them up in order not to spread panic among their people. But it will not last as the stories are becoming more frequent, and the governments try hard to explain it away, yet their armies are going after these rogues. I can only hope they know to use silver bullets, not standard live ammunition, as they will get killed once the rogues heal fast enough to come after them. When a rogue gets hit by a standard shell for a long time, it learns to heal faster, and then they become really dangerous. Only silver will stop them then, and we need to get to these rogues before the humans start hunting us as they did with the witches years ago. We can not allow rogues to become big of a problem for us. We will need to get rid of Mercia, unite all the wolves around here and provide the other wolves with a safe haven when they need it and things will get too hot for us when hunters get a sniff of what is going on in the wilderness. I do not want to sound like a doomed priest, but things can get heated for werewolves worldwide if things go like that.

I am worried, but at the same time, I know my King and Queen can handle things. If there is someone I have faith in, it is the two of them. I know. I already love them more than all the Kings and Queens before them. They are unique, like Katherine and Frederick. Why do I want to call Katherine and Frederick? Kate and Fred now? I don’t know, but they do not sound as intimidating as they used to. I blame Paris and Walker for their pet names. For every name, there is like I became Jeff. I sigh. In the old days, no one would dare to call me Jeff. I love them, but they are bringing America to England, which will not work out well for everyone here.

I feel things will change when they transform the modern world into an old Kingdom, and I do not like change. I know I have slept with the Moon Goddess, but I still feel I will pay for it. I love the Moon Goddess as she is the goddess I prayed for after realizing she was real, but it does not mean I trust her. She is known for tricking people into believing what they want. The Moon Goddess is half native American, and they can trick you into believing what they believe in. I do not trust a shaman or a Gipsy. They say she may be a Gipsy, as gypsies are older than native Americans, but I do not know. It is only a known history. Who knows what happened in the Americas before European history was written? History started with the Europeans, who did not check on the older cultures and the evidence that they existed before the Europeans. I am not happy with the account, as you can tell. That is why I was a rebel when I was young. I thought that we were being arrogant. There were werewolves all over the world at that time. No matter the color of their skin when they were in human form. They were all untied, unlike humans that cared about that s**t. Who cares if you are a black wolf or a white wolf? Wolves are wolves, and no one cares about their fur color. Humans should be the same. We don’t watch as we all bleed red b***d, and species will stand by species. Who cares about the color of your skin? It is ridiculous. We all bleed the same b***d, and the color is red! So I wish I could get that fact into the human mind. I love werewolves and believe humans’ downfall will be their ignorance. They do not believe in werewolves. They think if someone of your species is against your belief, they are evil. They do not know evil. When we werewolves go evil, it kills someone, but mostly not their kind. I am sad for humans that judge on skin color, political point of view, or religion. Well, enough of my ranting. We have a bigger problem at hand. It is called rogues. I know rogues are increasing as the packs are getting smaller and losing ground.

The Alphas don’t have the means to maintain their packs as the younger wolves want to move to the cities and become more like humans. I blame television and the romantic film industry for making young werewolves think they can mate with humans. We are meant to have mates as it has come a long time. That is the way we are made. The Moon Goddess made us different to protect humans against other evils. Humans have also lost their fear of us as they think we are romantic, mystical creatures that can fall in love with anyone. Same with vampires. Humans think they are romantic, sexy creatures, but they are actually walking corpses.

I don’t know what the future holds for us, but I do know that whatever it is, the New Kingdom and its King and Queen will be able to handle it. I will help them where and when I can. They are my King and Queen, and I will serve them like I have served those before them. I hope that I can be of help. I hope the Moon Goddess allows me a few more years to protect my King, Queen, and the new Kingdom from whatever the future holds. Rogues can make life very difficult for our normal werewolves, and if the human armies get involved, it can mean trouble for our Kingdom and werewolves worldwide. That is a problem for the future, though. Now we need to take care of John and Oliver.

I look at Paris and Walker standing, talking to the wolves in front of the new castle. They came to help fix it, and I know Paris and Walker are unhappy about staying in the palace. I know they love being among the wolves. Both have come from humble beginnings. They are going to be the people’s King and Queen. They are not snobbish or think they are better than anyone else. The royals have become snobbish over the years and felt better than others. The royals are a lot like humans and see others without royal b***d in their veins as servants. I am glad the Moon Goddess chose them to become King and Queen, as they know how to work with the wolves and make them feel like a united Kingdom. I can feel the change in the wolves, as everyone sees Walker as a hero anyway, and everyone loves Paris with her good heart and love for everyone, poor or wealthy. I know the new Kingdom is in good hands and that the Moon Goddess has chosen the right wolves to run it. I am glad they both got rejected by their first mates and that they found each other here in foreign lands. I smile as I think about how they grew up next to each other but never saw each other. They had to come all this way to fight a war that was not theirs to fight. They met here and were blessed by being mates. They became the King and Queen of a country they knew nothing of. I will need to give them some history lessons. I am happy with the new Kingdom and its King and Queen. We must take out John and Oliver for good and unite the last Kingdom with this one. I pray to the Moon Goddess that we will succeed and unite all the wolves of the old Kingdoms once and for all.