Chapter 280: The strange vistors with the secrets...
Noah POV
The cold air of the Moon Whisper Packlands bit through my coat as I stood at the edge of the forest, staring out into the night.
The distant howl of wolves pulled me out of my thoughts, and I straightened, my senses on high alert. It wasn’t an unfamiliar sound, but tonight it felt different. Like a warning.
I turned and made my way back to the pack house, the wind at my back. The moon hung high in the sky, a silent witness to everything that was happening. As I approached, I could see the lights of the house glowing warmly in the darkness, but that warmth felt deceptive. Inside, tension crackled like electricity. It was only a matter of time before it broke.
Stepping through the front door, I was greeted by the usual sounds of pack life—murmured conversations and the occasional clatter of dishes from the kitchen. But there was an underlying unease, a quiet that shouldn’t have been there. The pack house, usually alive with energy, felt subdued.
The weight of my title, Lycan King, was heavier than it had ever been, and I could sense the unease rippling through the pack as they looked to me for answers I didn’t yet have.
A report had come from Alphas in the Northern region, they were under attack and since then, we haven’t heard anything from them.
I made my way to the main hall, where Kurtis and Emilia were waiting. They sat together on one of the long couches, talking in hushed tones. As I approached, Emilia looked up, her eyes shadowed with exhaustion.
"Your Majesty," she said softly, her voice barely carrying. "Any news?"
I shook my head, trying to keep the frustration out of my expression. "Nothing yet. We haven’t heard anything from Lucius, and the patrols are reporting no unusual activity."
Kurtis leaned forward, elbows on his knees, the weariness showing on his face. "He’ll be fine," he muttered, more to himself than to us. "Lucius knows how to handle himself."