Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ She Wolf ❯ Chapter Two Year 1 Inauguration ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

King Valko scowled at his son, the young wolfling Varg’tama and watched irritably as he held a flailing, squalling baby. Even if she was a She Wolf and his future bride she was still just a baby and an annoyingly loud one at that! It was the Inauguration where Varg’tama his son and heir would be named King of all Wolfe Clan and Valko could retire and mate his lovely mistress Ursula and raise his sons Murk and Morzan. Valko was eager to get the Inauguration over with though he was happy and proud his eldest son was about to become ruler over the culture he and his fore fathers had cultivated and maintained for centuries. He was also eager to step down. He had loved ruling but missed the freedoms that where lost as King. The freedoms he would soon gain back again. He was eager to leave the Valley and go to his estate where his soon to be mate and beautiful twin sons awaited his return. He smirked as he set serenely on his golden throne in the Great Hall watching as Varg’tama cast a disgusted look at the child. He had looked at his bride with the exact same expression the day he had been forced to hold her. She had been just as annoying. Wolf cubs never cried or made a fuss. They were born with a thin layer of course fur covering their bodies and keeping them warm though they still wore clothing as was proper. The only time a wolf shedded his or her fur was during the warm months so being furless in and of itself was an anomaly that set all She Wolfs apart. “ So, my son, he stated slowly and deliberately so that all present knew to be silent, have you chosen a name for your most, he sneered, holy bride?” His son abruptly turned to face his Clan and holding the child up a sly look aborning his boyish face he called. “ Sons and daughters of the most noble Clan of Wolfe, witness the Naming of our most beauteous queen, as Royauté Héritier, I Name her
Poornima!”

The men that where surrounding the throne where King Valko and his son stood gasped at the name Varg’tama had chosen for his Queen. Valko who had not been listening burst out into hardly laughter. The men following their Kings lead chuckled lightly. Most where shocked some even angry. She was their Queen a representation of them as a Clan they may have found her odd looking and annoyingly vocal but still to have her named after a crude insult was outrageous and vulgar. Aquirrel was seething how dare Varg’tama a young wolf barely old enough to ride, insult Belcissa’s daughter ‘his’ daughter. Then Valko spoke. “ You have brightened my day young cub. Poornima is a fitting name for Belcissa’s brat.” He turned to the crowd. Seeing their disbelief pleased him. “ Hear me now Clan. Varg’tama is my heir and he has chosen the Name of his poornima, Valko chuckled at his own joke, as he has the Right of Naming his decision is final. Aquirrel!” He barked out abruptly, watching as the red haired medi- wolf stalked forward. “ Yes my lord?” He murmured his eyes cast down to hide his rage.
“ Take Poornima to the nursery. Her presence, he grimaced as she let out a particularly loud burp. He made a vague jester, is no linger required.” Bowing low Aquirrel all but snatched the crying babe, who instantly stopped crying, from Varg,tama and walked stiffly out of the Great Hall. He looked down at Poornima bitter tears of powerlessness running freely from his eyes.
“ I have failed you yet again Belcissa Gods will you ever forgive me? To have your daughter named poornima- bitch.” He shuttered looking down at Poornima with narrowed eyes he thought. “ I shall to give you a Name as I am your Father. Well then I’ll call you what you are Channary, moon faced girl.” And thus She was Named.