His Rogue Luna novel Chapter 38

"I just have one more question. My mother was a Healer and my dad was a True Warrior. Am I supposed to train or something to be able to use my powers properly?" Diana had only taught me how to use my mental powers.

"Those powers are mainly instinctual but if you'd like to train them properly, I suggest you practice with a witch or a warrior," she mused. "Now let me sleep the rest of the journey. I'm fucking tired," I chuckled at the old woman besides me.

She shuffled once more in her seat before closing her eyes as I continued driving the rest of the way in silence.

Finally, after a couple of hours, we crossed the border into the central territory. I immediately sensed wolves running in the forest on either side of the road.

I continued driving until I came to a halt in front of a large brick mansion. The building looked old but well kept, the windows and the stone architecture screaming of a different era.

A formally dressed man stood by the door, hands clasped behind his back. Diana and I stepped out the truck, the man at the door welcoming us.

"Greetings Diana, Artemis, the Elders have been expecting you," he opened the large double doors and ushered us in. "I am Draek, the official ambassador for the Elders," he introduced.

I quirked a brow at Diana, wondering where the actual Elders were. She just shrugged.

The inside of the building was just as grand as the outside. It seemed everything was made of deep oaks and rich mahogany's. As we walked further into the mansion, even the furniture looked something out of a different era, with Victorian chairs and Turkish rugs.

"The Elders are thrilled you are here and will formally meet you tomorrow during the ceremony," he led us up a large grand staircase and through a series of halls as he talked. "I'm the meantime, you can meet the other spirit wolves who are in the territory," he stopped before a set of large mahogany doors.

"The maids will provide you with everything you need, including clothes," he grimaced lightly at my old band t shirt and ripped shorts before returning continuing with his poker face.

"You are free to choose how you bide your time, however, there are two rules you must upkeep while on this territory," I blinked up at the slender man, waiting for his next words.

"Firstly, as a Spirit Wolf, you should always wear white. This is so people know your status and worth and any confusion regarding your identity is avoided. Exactly what you wear is up to you, as long as it is a clean and crisp white," He paused, his grey eyes boring into me ands I furrowed my brows. I nodded regardless, showing I understood.

"Secondly, you must never approach the Elders without being summoned. The Elders reside in the Southern chambers and must not be disturbed whatsoever. Am I understood?" I didn't appreciate his slightly demeaning tone, speaking to me as if I was a child.

"Yes I understand," I replied, pursing my lips. He nodded before quietly leaving. Once he was out of sight, I turned to Diana, giving her a questioning look to which she shrugged and shuffled to the door next to mine.

Before I could ask her anything, she had pulled the heavy doors open and disappeared inside, the doors slamming loudly behind her. I chuckled to myself at her antics.

"So you're the new girl everyone's been talking about," I didn't know what to say to that as the striking female sauntered around my room, assessing it.

"I'm Selene, Spirit Wolf of the Central and Southern Territories," she held out a smooth bronze hand for me to shake which I did firmly.

"Artemis," I introduced. She raised a brow at me, eyeing me for a moment longer before smirking again.

"A woman of few words, I see," She drawled, perching on the edge of my bed. She smoothed out her white pencil skirt as she sat, looking up at me expectantly.

"I'm not sure what you want me to say," I admitted. She watched me a while longer but I held my ground. I had spent so much time with Diana and gotten used to all her hard glares and pointed looks. I understood it was mostly just an intimidation tactic.

Just as she regarded me, I regarded Selene, letting my eyes truly take in her appearance. She was tall, impossibly so with her heels. Even as she sat down, I could tell she was easily six foot.

She was also curvier than me, with an impressive figure perfectly defined by the tight white shirt and pencil skirt she wore.

She had her ink black hair pulled away from her face, in a long and sleek ponytail, which only emphasised her sharp cheekbones and angular jaw even more.