Chapter 281: A week before…
A week before...
Lucius POV
The fight had been raging for almost twenty-four hours. Every second felt like a lifetime. I stood at the edge of the pack house, my eyes scanning the horizon, searching for something—anything—that could make sense of the chaos surrounding us.
It wasn’t just the bloodshed or the sound of claws ripping through the night. No, this was different. It had begun with something that seemed so small, so innocuous, yet now it had spiralled into something much worse. Our communication lines had gone dead. All at once, every single one of them. We were cut off from the outside world, with no way to call for reinforcements or even contact neighbouring allies.
The airports were grounded. Our trading routes were blocked. It was as if someone had reached in and flipped a switch, pulling us into a war before we had a chance to react.
I felt the unease spreading like a sickness throughout the pack. Warriors moved with precision, their faces drawn in tight concentration. They were prepared for a fight, but this—this wasn’t just a simple raid. The rogue wolves attacking us weren’t like the usual strays. They moved in organized formations, their strategy too calculated to be mere coincidence. And they all bore the same mark. The symbol of Jared’s Blue Moon Pack.
Jared. Was this his doing? Was this some sort of twisted game? I could hardly believe it, but the evidence was right in front of me. It made no sense. Jared had never been one for pointless violence, and these rogues—they didn’t even seem interested in fighting. No, their goal was something else. They infiltrated our borders, sabotaged our communication and power grids, and then vanished back into the night, leaving nothing but confusion in their wake.
"What the hell is going on?" I muttered under my breath, trying to keep my frustration in check.
Kurtis’ voice echoed in my mind. Just last week, he had told me about the strange revelations regarding Kragen and the role Selene was to play in some unfolding prophecy. I couldn’t help but wonder if this had anything to do with that. It was as if the pieces of a much larger puzzle were being moved, and I was too blind to see the full picture.
But I couldn’t afford to dwell on that right now. We were at war, and I had a job to do.
The doors to the strategy room opened, and I stepped inside to find Xavier and the pack elders gathered around a large map laid out on the table. Theo, the Gamma and head of the warriors, stood beside them, his arms crossed as he surveyed the battlefield markers.