Chapter 137
Betrayed by Blood~
Alaric sat at the head of the long wooden table, his fingers placed beneath his chin as he listened to the voices around him. The meeting had been going on for hours, filled with talk of power shifts, alliances, and more importantly, Matt’s disappearance.
Twenty alphas from across the region had gathered, all of them uneasy, all of them aware that things were changing—perhaps faster than they had anticipated.
"The fall of Silvermoon leaves a dangerous void," one of the older alphas was saying. "And now, with Matt missing, it’s clear someone is moving against us."
Another alpha scoffed at the older alpha’s words. "Someone? What’s the use of being vague when we can outrightly mention who is moving against us. It’s Alpha Cain. There! I said it."
Murmurs of agreement rippled through the room.
"Exactly! The news has spread far and wide, farther than any of you might think," another alpha growled. He leaned forward, his features set in a scowl. "Cain took Silvermoon with blood and fire. He slaughtered warriors, forced the survivors into servitude, and now rules over two packs as if it were his right. Do any of you understand the implications of this?"
"We understand well enough," Alpha Bernard cut in sharply. "The real question is, what are we going to do about it? We cannot sit by and allow him to dismantle the balance of power in this region." His gaze swept across the room.
A younger alpha snorted. "And what do you propose? That we march our armies into Vehiron and demand he hand Silvermoon back? You may be willing to throw your warriors to the slaughter, but I am not."