Chapter 76: A Scary Suggestion
LUCIAN’S P.O.V.
The day had already been a whirlwind of chaos, responsibility, and simmering tension. The Alpha meeting earlier had left me nursing a dull, persistent headache. A visit to Teresa afterward had provided some solace, easing the tension in my heart, but the storm swirling around me was far from settled. I barely had time to catch my breath when my phone buzzed, dragging me back into the chaos.
I glanced at the screen, the name Edmond flashing across it. A sigh escaped me as I picked up the call.
"Edmond," I greeted, keeping my voice calm despite the tension creeping into it.
"Lucian," he replied briskly, his tone laced with urgency. "The witches from Redfield and the surrounding towns—eleven covens in total—have agreed to meet tonight. Alongside them, six rival packs. When I mentioned Adrian Daegon’s name, they couldn’t ignore it. They all decided it was worth their while."
I leaned back in my chair, letting out a low whistle. "That’s quite the gathering. And here I thought my charm was losing its touch."
Edmond snorted on the other end of the line. "Don’t flatter yourself, Blackwood. It’s Adrian they’re afraid of, not you."
I chuckled darkly, running a hand through my hair. "Good to know where I stand. Thank you for arranging this, Edmond. I owe you one. Now, inform our allied packs to send reinforcements to secure Moonpeak’s borders. I’ll handle the rest."
When the call ended, I was already on my feet, my mind spinning with preparations. I summoned my enforcers—my most loyal and skilled pack members—to the meeting room. Their attentive gazes followed my every move as I issued instructions.
"We’re hosting some interesting visitors tonight," I began, my voice commanding and steady. "Eleven covens, six enemy packs, and enough bad blood to drown this territory. Double security along all entry points. Nobody gets in or out without clearance. I want patrols every half mile. Got it?"
A resounding chorus of nods and "Yes, Alpha" filled the room.