Make It Known
Make It Known
King Vaughn’s p.o.v.
Two things have been on my mind ever since the trial, one is that damn picture from the broken necklace. It looks so familiar, but I can’t tell you what it is. The other thing is Captain Dallas; there is also something familiar about
her.
Quinlan has been following me around ever since he turned eighteen. He will take over the Throne from me someday. I even discussed my thoughts with him, but he couldn’t help me to find some answers.
Like the rest of my sons, he was impressed with Dallas‘ work. She came well–prepared, but after reviewing the case again, we realized that the pictures and footage of the doll and necklace weren’t attached. Everything else was there and for a moment, we thought she accidentally forgot to attach it to the file.
My oldest Son, Weston, pointed out that it was never in the file and had been shown from a separate location. According to him, this means that she never intended to attach that data to the file.
My Mate pointed out that she wouldn’t want something so personal attached to a file that anyone could examine it. I am finally willing to give up on making sense of this when I hear that an old friend has returned to the territory.
I probably can’t call him a friend, but he is the closest thing to a friend I have ever had. Being the Crown Prince meant that I never knew why someone was interested in me and most of the time, I ignored the people around me.
Elder Venetia is his Granddaughter; she is one of the few people who isn’t afraid to speak her mind in front of me and I always enjoy any meeting that she or Elder Jensen attend.
I wanted to remove Venetia and Jensen from the Elders, but her Father had made a strong argument against it. We would lose much information on our bloodline, even if the bloodline they were meant to protect no longer exists.
Dyala never had Pups; she didn’t live long enough to find her connection, so her bloodline within the Royal family ceased.
Every member of the Royal family knows her story and her Brother’s hatred for her. No one ever found out what his problem was with his baby Sister and he never answered anyone that asked him about it.
I never understood why anyone would want to take something that isn’t theirs. Our entire family feels the same way: you obey the Laws and trust the Goddess to find the right connection for you.
My family has always been lucky to find their true Mate–bond; even my Sister found her true Mate–bond. It took us both a long time to find it- for me, almost a decade and Dezra, a little over a decade.
I am the proud Father of four boys; Weston is twenty seven and Wyatt is twenty four, both of them are Wolves. Quinlan is twenty one and shifted into a Lycan at seventeen. My youngest is Everett and he will shift in about
seven months.
If he shifts into a Lycan, he will become Quinlan’s Beta. Landon, the Son of my Gamma, will turn seventeen a few months after Everett and the next to shift.
Our Succession Law is clear; whoever shifts into a Lycan first in a generation will take the Throne, the second to shift into a Lycan will become the Beta and the third to shift into a Lycan will become the Gamma.
My Father was very pleased when I shifted into a Lycan at seventeen and he was damn proud when Dezra was the next Lycan in our family, making her my Beta. My Uncle has two Daughters and a Son; both girls have shifted into a Wolf and his Son into a Lycan, making him my Gamma.
I know that Dezra is hoping that one of her Sons will become Quinlan’s Beta or Gamma, but I’m not going to hold
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my breath. Dave is fifteen and still has to wait two more years before he shifts into what only the Goddess knows.
“Have you figured it out yet?” Eliza, my Mate, asks. “I know how much it bothers you when something is wrong, but you can’t put your finger on it.”
Eliza agrees with me and thinks Captain Dallas has something familiar to her.
“I never visited Shadow Valley Pack; I had no reason to visit Maybe I met her Mother at another Pack or during an event we both visited. I still can’t recall anyone that Captain Dallas reminds me of, yet I know that I met her Mother.” I respond.
We have talked about every event or Pack we have visited over the years, but I do not recall ever meeting someone who looks like Captain Dallas.
“Let’s just forget it for a while, it might come to you when you least expect it.” Eliza says and I chuckle at her words.
My Mate likes to use cliches when stating the obvious; she thinks it’s damn funny and sometimes it is.
However, I do as Eliza suggests and push the trial to the back of my head. I need to concentrate on my meeting with my Beta and Gamma to discuss the changes we need for the trials.
“Good morning. I want your opinion on a few things. At the request of the Elders, we had a different type of trial a few days back. It showed me that we need to change the process to make it beneficial for every Shifter in our Kingdom.” I say.
We discuss how the presented evidence made me change my mind, but that I don’t feel that it is enough.
“I want the two of you to sit in on the trials in the future. I want us to discuss the evidence with the Elders, maybe even send a Squad to the territory to do their own investigation.” I tell Dezra and Brandon.
“We never interfered much with Packs, but I guess it is time to show them we won’t tolerate any more misconduct.” Brandon, my Gamma, states.
Dezra doesn’t say much; she didn’t like the idea of changing the trials. She believed that Packs are run by Alphas that have their Pack’s best interest at heart, but she didn’t look at the footage from the trial. She took my word for it and agreed to change the trials.
“How do you plan on making it known that the trials have changed? I doubt many Alphas will like you butting into their affairs.” Dezra asks.
