Kiera Lorenz

[ Katheryn Winnick, female, she/her ] whatever you think you know about KIERA LORENZ, the 145 year old, BISEXUAL, NEW COMER, it is likely time for you to start reconsidering. the rumored WEREWOLF  is often described as FLIRTAOUS + RESOURCEFUL but don’t let them fool you; they can also be CRUEL + SADISTIC, which often has them regarded as the THE MADQUEEN they are a CO-BUSINESS OWNER  at the COOL WATER’S INK but it’s also said they are a ALPHA'S WIFE within the BLOOD MOON PACK. whatever you hear, you can’t deny there’s more to them that meets the eye, and it’s time we start uncovering the truth.  

When his mother began wiping her own face, clearing away the tears he’d never really seen her cry before Teddy felt his heart ache deep in his chest, he’d never seen this side of his mother before and it was starting to scare him. When she spoke next he could hear the shock in her tone and even the tinge of disappointment. 

He’d been taught early on that if hunters came, if anyone came for him he was to fight until the death. You didn’t let yourself get taken alive. 

Suddenly though she was pulling him in closer, hugging him tightly and he felt his arms wrapping around her, holding her just as close as he listened to her, heard her call him sweet boy. It made him feel like a child again, it made him feel safe, if a little small. 

Then she said that Razor was gone, half the pack split from her and that they’d been betrayed. He closed his eyes, holding her a bit tighter as he remembered seeing Kaleb that night in the hospital, how he’d let him go knowing what he planned to do. 

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Crying was for the weak, that was said without fail by Razor and at many times Kiera agreed but crying over the dead couldn’t be helped. Even the wildest of wolves mourned for their dead, she would howl at the moon if she had one, wail into the night she will. People will know her sorrow and they will quake at the thought of her extracting her revenge on his behalf. A formal challenge was one thing, a backstabbing attack and fleeing into the night was another. She’d see this town burned and drenched in blood before she saw it in peace while her beloved was in the ground.

“Your birthright was stolen from you, along with all the work your father and I have put into this pack.” She’d have no choice but to show the omegas left under her rule that she wasn’t going to let this allow them to walk over her, that above all else she was Alpha and that to question it not only meant death but a painful one that would haunt those who witness it. “We’re hunting omegas, traitors who left will know the laws of Bloodmoon still stand.” No one left the pack, under pain of death.

The slap to his face made Teddy reel back, tears coming to his eyes almost immediately as he stared at his mother, in all his life he couldn’t remember a time she’d actually struck him. Only ever remembering his father laying hands on him. 

Looking away from her he lowered his head as he shook it back and forth, “No… I.. I was.. they took us, to the mountains. They locked us there and then… they just were taken and they died or something and… the ones father told me about, Spear. They came and they took us out of the mountain and that’s it…” 

Looking back up at her he shook his head, “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry, mother. I’m sorry.”

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Taken back by her own actions Kiera wiped her own face trying to get the tears from her eyes, crying was for the weak but the hormones that coursed through her body made it nearly impossible to stop them at the moment. She never felt the need to raise a hand to her children with Razor, their father took that role and she found little reason for them both discipline in such a brute way. 

“You let yourself get taken?” There was an obvious note of shock and even disappointment, they knew they were never to be taken alive. Hunters who took wolves tortured them, used them for information to harm the pack. Kiera would rather her children be killed than taken alive, it was a lesser evil, such as when a single male was left with the women and children in times of war incase their village or city was sacked to keep them from abuse and slavery. 

Realizing the harshness of her words and actions her motherly tendency resurfaced and she pulls the boy in to herself. Hugging tightly, “My sweet boy.” He was soft, even after the death of his sister, while Razor took it as a sign the boy was hardening she knew differently. “Your father is gone, half the pack is split from me, I couldn’t lose you as well. We’ve been betrayed.”

After being released and finally getting out of the mountains Teddy had fled the crowd the moment he was able to, rushing back into the woods to get away from it all. He needed to find Kitty, he needed to find her and explain where he was. 

But as he ran a scent hit him like a ton of bricks, his mother, she was close by and he found himself drawn to it, rushing towards it as fast as he could. 

The second she came into his eyesight he was on her, his arms wrapped around her and his face buried somewhere in between her neck and shoulder as he held her. 

“I couldn’t escape, I couldn’t get free. I couldn’t howl for you.” 

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Kiera was a mess, with her husband body being brought to her by the omegas that were still under her alphahood and the missing of her youngest born child she allowed her grief to overcome her. She was accustomed to loss but it had been a great deal of time since she had it strike her in such a way, Razor was one she never expected to lose. Despite his careless behavior, taking the time to step away from his body, which she still refused to allow anyone to take form her, she stopped in her tracks as her son approached her. She went still as a board as he wrapped his arms around her and kept her close to him. The words he let out fell on deaf grief stricken ears and she pulled away from him slapping him hard across the face with tears in her eyes. “Where were you?! Excuses while your family suffered?” Pain and anger surfaced despite the relief of knowing he was alive and well.

Kiera’s answer to his question caused the older werewolf to smile softly. Having lived his life in a nomadic style, he could very much relate to that… And yet, here he was: returning home after eons. Even if it no longer looked like home. “Good answer, pup… Although I think that nickname no longer fits you,” he teased with a chuckle. 

It hurt to hear what had happened to her pack. They’d been rough around the edges, but many werewolves were… Still, they were strong and united, proud of themselves in a way that made the ancient werewolf proud as well. His own parents would’ve loved to have met them. Sadly, Tristan knew too well what Kiera had gone through… Although she probably spoke of hunters being the perpetrators while the Old Godfrey Pack had fallen to the Legion of Heaven. Either way, those they loved were taken from them. 

“For every door that closes, another opens,” the Omega answered when Kiera mentioned new mates. Being as old as he was, Tristan had plenty of love affairs… But he only had considered one mate—the only one who gave him his one child. However, she’d been taken from them. Since then, all of the ancient werewolf’s attention had been on his offspring. “More children? Congratulations,” he said with a proud smile. “I’m happy to hear you got the large family you always dreamed of… We should celebrate some time,” he suggested. “I’d love to meet the wolf that you made your mate… maybe give him a father talk,” Tristan teased with a chuckle. He hadn’t needed to be told about her pregnancy when he could sense it, but knew it was less rude to allow her to announce it first. “The mountains here are a beauty to run through.”

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“Perhaps not but its nice to have someone around who is finally older than myself.” It was like being surrounded with children for the most part, not that she hated the fact that many of the wolves in her and Razor’s pack looked up to her simply out of the fact of her age. Scared of angering such an older wolf who could overpower them, looked to for knowledge that she had gotten from him over a century ago. 

“That is one way to look at things to be sure, I try not to dwell. Laying down and dying is never in my nature, we’re wolves not sheep.” If she were a weaker woman the surviving children would have quickly died without their father around, other wolves would have killed them for stepping into their territory. They would have been made omegas forced to work their way up the ranks of a pack that was lesser than they. But no they were pure wolves and they would act in such a way. 

She dips her head in thanks, “We’re dwindling in numbers, the amount of pure wolves in the world is at a sadden state. I am doing my part to keep our heritage alive and well.” If her children wanted to make her truly proud they would be finding good wolves to have children themselves. “I am sure we will have the time to soon my friend.” Celebrating new life within the pack was something she looked forward to, it wasn’t something that often happened but one more to add to the ranks was something to find joy in. “A young alpha full of pride and who understands the importance of the old ways. I would be highly amused to see how you and Razor get on.” She could see it easily getting out of hand quickly but would do her best to keep her husband distracted rather than allow himself to offend Tristan or feel offended himself. “They are, its one of the many reasons we aim to take this place for our pack. It in a way called to us.”

Razor was picking up some food for him and Samara when he caught a familiar scent. For a moment, the Omega couldn’t place it… Until she was right on him. Kiera. The pup from his memory was hidden in her gaze and features, but it’d been almost a century since he had last seen her. However, he held nothing but good memories from his time with her pack. 

A smile spread across the taller werewolf’s features. “Long way from home,” Tristan noted, a hint of pride in his tone as he reached out affectionately to cup her face for a moment. After all this time, he still couldn’t help his wolf-like mannerisms where actions spoke louder than any words he could come up with. “Your pack?” he asked with a furrowed brow, unable to recognize the scents that lingered and mingled with her own.

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It was a bittersweet sort of sighting, while she a sense of fondness for the older wolf who shared the knowledge of their people with her pack and herself, it easily turned to ash when she thought back on the people she lost. She smiles at the affectionate touch of her face, something a father figure would do, in fact her own father had done the same. “What is home if not with those you love?” She answers, while it was far from her birthplace in Norway, she had some of her children here, her mate. 

The smile shifted slightly before it faded as she cleared her throat, “Not all are mention to survive like us.” The strong survive and sometimes just sometimes, they are taken from the world too soon. “An attack in the night, many were slaughtered steps from their bed, others trapped in burning homes, few trapped and taken. Never to be seen again.” She gives a soft shrug of her shoulders, “We move on, new pack, new mate, more children.” Instinctively she places her hands on her belly it would be a matter of months before it showed yet.

Fists curled tightly at his sides as she made the same scoffing remark about him being a ‘weak’ wolf because of his heritage. “I think it makes me stronger - more human than some wolf spirit playing pretend.” He quipped back at her with a glare. He couldn’t deny that he had often contemplated if his anger issues stemmed from his wolf nature entirely or if there was a part of them rooted in the fact he was half-blooded.

“What? Our pack hasn’t done anything close to the kinds of things yours has. If anyone has any “moral high ground” to stand on in this argument, it’s the Peaks Pack.” He remarked sharply.

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“Being a stronger human isn’t much to brag about my dear. Playing pretend? I don’t pretend to be human, I live my life as I have for the last hundred and so years. Its a dog eat dog world out there and that is more literal than you might think.” She had seen packs tear each other apart, hunters do the same to packs, Razor had a right idea. One pack, one race, to protect themselves from petty in fighting and against those who would hunt them. If only the egos of other alphas could bend to the will. While she loved her mate like no other she knew that he wouldn’t be able to manage it but he was the one who could lay the foundation. 

“What is it that my pack has done really? Hmm? We moved into town and since then I’ve heard my husband was attacked, several times. Or he was threatened into defending himself. Another member of my pack was attacked as well, the mere fact they didn’t allow themselves to be bettered shouldn’t paint them in a negative light.” Twists of the facts of course but it was always based on who was the narrator as to how a story was told. “If your alpha wanted to spare her pack or town any ugliness she would have challenged my husband. I would suggest myself but Razor would have been a more fair fight for her.”

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Kaden’s brow furrowed and for a moment he thought about jesting whether that meant she called Razor her wife when they were alone together. Yet, she quickly killed his smart-mouth desires when she remarked about her mother’s choice of husband being poor because of his human status. “There’s nothing wrong with my mom being in love with my dad - or the fact that he is human and I’m half.” He stated defensively.

“Hmm. Hard to have a sit down proper when your pack and your husband has made it pretty clear there isn’t anything to really talk about.” Kaden quipped back at her. Whenever she spoke about rebuilding being difficult and mentioned a family home that had burned to the ground, he couldn’t help but feel somewhat sorry for her. “That’s… rough.” He admitted.

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Kiera lets out a small scoff, “Only that it makes for a weaker wolf, hard to feel a real connection to your wolf nature when its muddied with human. I can only believe it makes things difficult for you, something that of course is no fault of your own. Shame when the sins of a mother or father backlash onto the children, should never be that way.” Though she had seen plenty of children killed for the actions of their parents or even inaction. “We aren’t meant to cross-breed, its why wolves keep to their packs and make marriage pacts with other packs.”

“One can’t have their cake and eat it too, your pack can’t pretend to play on some moral high ground.” They weren’t victims unless they allowed themselves to be, it seemed obvious they were willing to look weak to gain support of other species in town. The shame. “Darling you don’t know the half of it. Weaker wolves would have laid down and died and many have, I will not be one of those.”

“Ah, so you’re his mate… or wife?… I don’t know, honestly Razor doesn’t seem like the type capable of feeling lovey-dovey about someone.” Kaden remarked bluntly. He frowned slightly at her choice of words about his father. “Her husband. My Dad’s not just some ‘mate’ to make babies with.” He remarked with the typical sentiments of a teenager discussing the fact his parents do in fact have sex lives.

“What do you guys care about being ‘part of the community’? I thought the Blood Moon’s goal was to destroy everything that wasn’t in their own little world. Won’t you just make a new community if you win?” He questioned the woman.

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She smiles, “We are one in the same.” She paints out plainly, the words could be interchangeable than again to some a spouse was far more than a mere mate could be. “Well I would hope that he doesn’t seem that way around you, I don’t think myself a jealous woman but that would still be unseemly. Should a man not be one way towards his woman that he isn’t with anyone else?” She questions, after all she got to see a side of him that no one else did, nothing spoke more to her than that fact alone. “No, if he were it would be a poor choice indeed. Mating for sheer fact of having off-spring is usually done with a strong candidate, not a human.” It would be to strength the bloodline of pure wolves not muddle it with human weakness. 

“Funny the assumptions people will make up without having a proper sit down.” Kiera didn’t want the town to burn, it hardly would make a grand place for her to have anymore children if it were nothing but ash. “Rebuilding from ash is never...pleasant. I’ve had my family home burned to the ground once, foundation is never the same.”

Razor offered a sincere smile at Kiera’s words. “As you wish, my Empress,” he teased with a slight bow of his head and a playful wink. As she spoke of Sebastian, Razor chuckled again. “Fair.” Sebastian was a great ally, but in the end, there could only be werewolf supremacy as long as Razor had any say in it. She was also right: it was beneath them. Soon enough, he’d find Sebastian and lay down the law for the witch to follow or suffer the appropriate punishment. 

“Talking about magic… I was playing with a human deputy when… I’m pretty sure we were interrupted by a witch.” Razor paused thoughtfully. That screech, the smell of rotten human flesh and the dark figure standing behind the reanimated corpses. “I thought vampires tended to hunt down necromancers, but I’m sure there is one here,” the younger Alpha informed her. He’d never seen one before, but his grandfather often spoke of a battle with one—seeing it as a sort of great adventure story to pass down the Lorenz line. 

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“Ah now that is something I can grow used to hearing.” She beams from over her mug, see it was moments like this that had her easily ignore anything anyone had to say about her mate. He was prickly when he needed to be but he was nothing but delectable in the light she saw, the mere fact it was privately shown to her made it all the more special to the she-wolf. 

“I turned my back on a murderer, not my pack. If I could’ve saved others from being bullied by Razor, I would’ve done, but I had to put myself first, and I’m not going to apologise for that.” She said, narrowing her eyes. It was a half truth. The truth was she could’ve lived with the old ways, could still kill without hesitation if it was necessary, but her daughter’s safety depended on a pack where she wouldn’t be pitted against others, where she could be coddled, even if Kiera thought that was a bad thing. She adapted because that was what a mother did.

“You won’t be serving my heart to him, or anyone else. I’ll kill either of you before you come near me or my family.” She snarled, narrowing her eyes. “You’re a mother too - I’ve seen your son. Nice kid, despite the obvious. Surely you can understand doing whatever you can to protect your child.”

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“Pack would disagree.” She points out easily enough, it was easy to spin something anyway they wanted it after all, the pack thought her nothing but dead and if told otherwise it would be said she abandoned them for her own selfish needs, rather than rise up and take the alpha hood from Razor she fled in the night like a coward. That made for a much better story, more believable. “Ran like a coward with your tail between your legs. Makes sense I suppose, not alpha material it would seem.” Seeing how she had to find another pack to submit to. “And to hear you dirty your bloodline with half breeds.”

“Oh I wouldn’t be so sure of that pup.” She coos with a grin, unfazed by the snarling of the younger wolf, all bark and no bite. “I am a mother to a handful of children, everything is to insure the world is one fit for them. I am setting things in motion so my children won’t be hunted, they are the hunters. Because only one thing is certain in this world, the weak are killed much quicker.” Kiera had seen her family hunted down by humans, she had lost a husband and a child once before. 

“It’s not about conquering. You think half your betas and omegas care about fighting for this place? They just want to belong, a place to call their own. If you were half the Alpha that mine is, that her mother was, maybe you’d both be putting your pack first instead of your ego.” She shrugged. She knew her words weren’t going to move her, if she was anything like her husband. She wondered bitterly if she would be this desensitised if she’d stayed where she was.

“You won’t fight me unless there’s a show to put on for Clarence. He’s always loved a little bloodsport.” She said, hands on her hips, a small smirk on her face. “Trust me, I’m not jealous of you. You’re more than welcome to him.”

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“Betas are meant to follow, they are the extension of their alpha. We hunt together, are one under the moon together, I find coddling wolves leads to their deaths. I am more of an alpha that yours can ever be because she will lead you all to a war you can’t help but fail.” If anything Kiera could offer to challenge the woman herself but where would the fun in that be? She was more than twice their alphas age. 

Kiera laughs shaking her head, “Unlike my husband, I don’t require an audience. He still has that puppy nature within himself, needing to play with his prey, I find it endearing time to time. In fact I am more than certain if I brought your heart to him we could fry it up for a nice Valentines meal and be done with it.” She answers with a grin on her face, “The tale of your death would only make for spectacular pillow talk.” She gives a shudder just thinking of it. “Oh darling, that’s not something that will ever be in question. I don’t wish you dead for the mere fact of some dalliance with Razor, its a mere matter of rules being rules. You turned your back on your pack, the price of that is your life, as little as that might be worth anything.”

“Kiera…” He repeated the name. He could have sworn his mother had mentioned the name a few times and he racked his brain trying to remember. “You’re part of the Blood Moons.” He stated as matter-of-fact. “I can smell Razor and a bunch of your packmates all over you.” He added. He decided to leave out the part where it was a little uncomfortable how many different scents there were that he didn’t recognize. “Kaden.” He introduced himself in return. “I wouldn’t have figured your pack would follow the order to move into the hospital. Thought you’d have some secret cave lair or something set up out there in those woods.” Kaden remarked.

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She smiles a little wider, “I am half of the Blood Moon, my husband is the other half. As a pack is only an extension of its alpha.” She answers with pride in her chest, he was worried and that gave some accomplishment. “I’m most certain you can smell Razor, it would be off if the scent of my mate was no where found on me. Must be how your mother offers protection to her human, marking him for others to know.” Though in other words it could be seen as a target on his back. “Its not so much on following orders as it is to remain part of the community struggle.” To keep an eye on everyone, to stir up trouble in the closed quarters while their omegas remained in the tunnels sheltered from the storm. “So sure we don’t?” She asks with a teasing smile on her face, “We are part of this community now, many like it or not, there isn’t much to be done about it now. After all my husband and myself are even business owners within it.”

As the woman approached, Kaden eyed her carefully. The scent of Razor and several other wolves hung around her - most of them he didn’t recognize, including her own, more pronounced scent. As she questioned the scraping on his hand and leaned in close to his ear to warn him about being a particularly enticing scent for the local vampires, he let out a small grumbling sound.

“It’s fine…” He stated, pulling his hand back from her as if she were about to take it and squeeze it or something. “Just caught myself on some sharp ice. Not a big deal. It’ll heal.” He stated, grabbing some tissues from a nearby workstation and gently blotting around the cuts that his body was already working at patching up. “…Noted, though.” He relented some. She had a point about the vampires. “You are…?” He gave the woman an analytical look.

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She found it amusing how annoyed he seemed to be with the situation and maybe even how careful he was being, seemed that his alpha or mother told him to be careful with strange wolves. Smart but it wouldn’t do much good in the long run. “I would certainly think so.” She figured the healing wasn’t the problem it was the mess, it was the fact that a fight could break out and it would be run to see but all in all disappointing to see a wolf fall to a vampire. “Kiera. And you?”