Ch 2 Part 2

Her father took both lists from her and began to read them. Since most of the traditions of a werewolf pack do not evolve around their emotions, especially jealousy, it seemed that Sachi's list focused mostly on how the pack should act in proper fashion. She even made a detailed summery of the pack hierarchy. Followed by a detailed explanation of each according to Selena the Lunar Queen during her sleep. It all began with the explanation of the Alpha status, including all its levels. Followed by the Beta and all its levels. It was the same for the Gamma and Deltas, Epsilon, Iotas, Kappas, and lastly Omega. She wondered how long some of these voices were going to plague her dreams, but that was fine, considering her job ahead was going to be a long road.

She also made mention of what were to happen if a mate were to get rejected. The consequences of what punishment would be secured courtesy of Selena the Lunar Queen. Sachi wanted the pack to understand what happens when their wolf is left without a mate. Their power is drastically reduced, not to mention they would be walking around with half a soul. Ignoring the mating protocol would have disastrous consequences for all involved. If a mate were to be rejected, Selene could offer two distinct solutions. Due to the mating bond, they could feel each other each time one or the other was with someone else or somewhere else. Selene could make it so the rejected mate, whether it be on either end, would not have to feel again if they could not handle the rejection. But that would make them end up as a hollow shell to a degree. Sachi worried about writing down this consequence, but decided if it was told to her, she should, despite her internal conflict about it.

The second would be to pray to Selene in hopes that she would break the first bond and find them another mate, even if it took till their sixtieth birthday, if no mate were not found by then, they would be doomed to roam matless. After all, a werewolf who could not be mated in a forty-two-year search, would probably remain matless anyway. Her father raised his brow when he read the two consequences. He wondered, only briefly, how their god could be so unforgiving. But pushed it to the back of his mind as they were consequences. All rules and traditions must have a punishment if broken, all his daughter did was write down the information given to her.

Next, she showed the outline for the gathering they had agreed to. Deciding to call it "Lunar Solstice Mating Ritual". Her father was impressed with the idea behind it. Even going so far as to make sure it was similar to a dance in present times, but that concept can be altered depending on the opinions of the elders. The ritual would be held upon a neutral meeting place, a place where no one would be allowed to commit outright acts of violence, thus they would be banned and doomed to be matless. Though their instinctual attractions would pretty much solve the rest for itself. Once a wolf is in the vicinity of their mate, they would naturally be drawn to their scent, whatever it may smell like. She had flashed to a memory of when her parents had once told her how their scents had taken on the smell of burned incense that smelled of lavender and sandalwood.

Everyone that was unmated that was age eighteen to sixty would all be gathered. It would make it far easier for everyone to find their mates. Every year, at least one major gathering would be set up, any and all that were unmated would be required to attend. If you did not find your mate one year, you would be required to attend every year till your sixtieth birthday. Since the average lifespan of a wolf was six hundred years, this time frame was mere peanuts. This would make it easier to find their mate just in case someone's mate had not come of age just yet. Even going so far as to have a sparing setup for people to work out their grudges after signing a statement that they would keep it to the sparring match. Who knows, maybe the elders will love the idea and it may possibly quell a lot of pettiness among the tribes.

They spent the rest of the day going over all the ideas that Sachi had presented them with in hopes that they could incorporate it into their plan to catch the ones that tried to kill her. Maybe a showing of her leadership skills would push them over the edge, and they would screw up big. Ceilic left and retrieved the last dose of medicine. With her healing progress, she would not need the normal round usually given to most with severe injuries. Her father left out of the house and went to go get her something to eat. As her parents left to get those things, she went back to work on the clothes now that all the concepts for the tribal meeting and the gathering were discussed and finalized. The sound of thunder and lightening cracked loudly throughout the valley, as she lifted her head with a slight start. It was the first real heavy rain she had heard since coming here. Walking over to the barrel, she seen it was refilling slowly. Which was good, she knew everyone would most likely want a bath this evening or in the morning. She double checked the cauldron and topped it off with the water from the barrel. Good thing too, the rain started coming down even harder now as it filled the barrel a little faster. Her father finally showed up with the food. He handed Sachi the plate and she sat down on her bed putting the plate on the little table. Realizing how fast the rain was falling, her father went out and grabbed three additional barrels for the inside.

Her mother came back in with the last heavy dose of medicine just as Sachi finished her food. Pouring herself a glass of water, she set the cup down. Taking the medicine from her mother, she downed the last dose, contorting her face in distain for the bitterness. Drinking her water, she refilled her glass and downed a second glass. She shivered slightly as she shook off the taste of the medicine. She grabbed up her nightgown and walked over to the bath area, sitting her nightgown on the stool. Taking the bucket, Sachi filled the tub with the water from the cauldron. Sitting the bucket by the cauldron, she got in and washed herself rather quickly. Putting her nightgown on, she took her dress and put it in the dirty clothes basket. Thanks to it raining so much, she could refill the cauldron. Taking the bucket, she filled it till it was full again and set the bucket down. As the medicine had finally started to take effect, she gave her parents a kiss on the cheek each and climbed into bed.

She quickly passed out as the medicine had taken its hold. Thankfully, this was the final dose. Her father doubled checked the cauldron and made sure it was definitely topped off and changed out the barrel to an empty one. Her parents just sat next to the fire for a few minutes before going to bed themselves. They sat on their bed momentarily as they discussed their next moves. Sachi had already given them some of the best thought out ideas they had ever read. Hopefully, the elders would find the concepts fascinating as well. Tomorrow, they would let Sachi leave the home without the farce to the meeting. Letting everyone see how well she healed. This ploy will hopefully help draw out the people responsible for her accident even faster. Maybe the sight of her walking without help would set them off. With this thought in mind, he finally fell asleep next to his wife.

Waking up to the sound of chirping birds, the thunderstorm had passed during the night. Sachi stretched big and yawned before slowly climbing out of bed. Walking to the cauldron, she took the bucket sitting on the floor and filled it with warm water. This would be enough to wash her face and do some light touch ups to herself. She had taken a bath the night before, so a bath at this point was not necessary. She washed her face and cleared the sleep from her eyes all the way. Once finished, she dumped the bucket out in the tub and watched it drain down. Heading back to her bed, she dug out one of the dresses she had touched up. It was a burgundy looking dress that she added some tan ties in the front. She put on the dress, tying the front neatly with the bow at her waist. It was more than obvious that the original Sachi did not really like wearing shoes much herself. She dug out a pair of sandals she had made from all the thicker scraps and put them on. She sat on the edge of her bed, taking her hair down from the loose braid and recombed her hair. Placing it back into a French braid, she left the front loose to hang and frame her face. Satisfied that she was presentable, she gathered up most of her notes again, sitting by the fire, at a safe distance as she skimmed her notes in preparation of the meeting.