It’s beeis weeks since Rowaty’s been gone. Tension hangs like a storm clmul over the pack, and though I walk through the main hall with my hei Heeltheit eyes is ine. The wasters post when I pass, but the nods are stiff, forced Whispers trail behind me, too quiet to make out. It’s subtle–like a
Something is wrong. My instincts tell use the pack is shilling, like an undercurrent dragging us into unseen depths.
Lyanna’s voice pills the out of my thoughts, “You feel it too, don’t you?
what? ask, though I already know what she’s going to say
The jack. They slow’t trust us anymore,” Lyanna says flatly. She steps closer, dropping her voice to a whisper. “It’s Fleazar. I know it. He’s turning them against you.”
I nat row moy eyes. “My muscle wouldn’t-
“He would, and he is.” Lyanna interrupts. Her voice is low but sharp, like the edge of a blade. “He’s been planting seeds of doubt, Lucian. hear the rumors spreading. They blame Rowan for the attacks. They blame you for protecting him. By the way, where is Rowan?”
Telench my fists, jay tight. It’s no secret that Rowan’s imprisonment–fueled by accusations of betrayal–has left a stain on the pack’s unity. W
released him, half the pack had murmured their discontent, believing his loyalty was a liability. Now that he’s been gone, they question my decision
as pack knows better than to listen to whispers,” I reply, though the words feel hollow.
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“Do they?” Lyanna challenges. The losses have shaken them, and Eleazar’s been exploiting it. He’s calm, reasonable, steady. You are underestimating
him. Luce.
I look at her and she suddenly seems to glow with good health.
“Tell me Lyanna, how do you look so fill of life especially after a near death experience? You must share your secret with me. I am curious to know”
She looks at me strangely and turns away. She stops at the door, and says in a low tone. “You shouldn’t underestimate anyone, Lucian. Not even me.
Was that a warning? Or a threat?
My eyes never leave my phone. Every time it buzzes, my heart races, believing it’s Rowan with news about Olivia. Each time, I am disappointed.
Where is he? Where are you, Liv?
Without Rowan at my side as my Beta, things has gotten more chaotle than I ever imagined. I see Eleazar plotting but my hands are tied. The pack is angry at our losses, and I am yet to understand the prophecy about the Crescent Stone and the Shadow Forest Pack Lyanna is acting weirdly and I still
Can’t find
Olivia.
I miss Olivia’s soothing presence right now. She always knew how to calm the raging wolf.
I burst into the Pack Hall, ready for a council meeting, and squaring up for more antagonism from Eleazar.
The tension in the room feels like it could crack the windows. Pack members crowd into the hall, voices low and uncertain, as Eleazar steps forward to face me. His eyes, sharp in the overhead lights, cut straight through the murmuring crowd and pin me where I stand.
“Lucian.” His voice is steady but thick with venom. “I challenge you for the Alpha title.”
The Words bang in the air like a live wire. The murmer grows loader–anxious whispers, quick glances–but I don’t flinch. Eleazar has always been amatious, but this? This is a declaration of war.
I glance across the room to Lyanna, my Luna. She’s standing near the conference table, her expression thunderous. She pushes through the crowd, her heels clicking sharply on the tile, until she’s close enough for me to see the faint tremor in her hands.
“Refuse him “he hisses, her voice low so only y I can hear. This is a setup, Larian, Don’t play into it
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