Alisa looked in the direction of the eagle and asked, “How come there’s an eagle here? Did someone’s pet escape?”
Marvin walked over to the eagle, which didn’t move. It just stared back at him, and Marvin realized there was something attached to the eagle’s leg-a letter.
“This eagle is specifically used to deliver messages for Aldrich, and I’m familiar with it,” he explained.
Alisa couldn’t resist walking closer. The eagle tilted its head, showing no fear as it was scrutinized by the humans. “Isn’t the werewolf society supposed to be technologically advanced? Why are they using such an ancient method of communication?”
“It’s precisely because of our technological advancements that more unique and secretive methods are easier to intercept. While primitive, it’s slower but can bypass most signal interceptions. Plus, the eagles are well-trained and can evade danger themselves,” he said as he untied the object from the eagle’s leg. “Do you have any meat in your fridge? Give it a piece.”
“Beef or lamb? What does it prefer?”
“Lamb, it likes.”
The eagle behaved obediently, not even flinching when Alisa reached out to touch it. Part of the reason was also the aura of authority that Marvin still exuded. It didn’t dare to defy him.
“What does the letter say? Is it something important?”
Marvin’s expression turned somewhat serious. “The ceremony was canceled because the senior elder you met earlier sustained a severe injury. Now the Elder Council is in urgent discussions to select a new leader with the qualifications to preside over the Elder Council. Maggie is fine.” After some thought, Marvin decided to withhold the part about Maggie still being in a deep slumber due to her excessive use of power. He was afraid Alisa would lose her composure right then and there. “Aldrich is currently primarily responsible for handling the trivial matters that the Elder Council’s other members are too busy to deal with. That’s about it; Thomas said he would handle the rest.”
Alisa furrowed her brows. “You really don’t need to go back?”
“Neither Aldrich nor Thomas seems to have any immediate intention of calling me back, so I plan to wait and see what decisions they make. I’m not responsible for using my brain; I’m only responsible for pouncing on enemies when needed.”
Alisa sighed. No wonder Grace found him exasperating. Who could accept such a person? She ordered a pasta meal for him. “Alright, just enjoy your meal.”
In reality, the contents of the letter were far more than what Marvin had mentioned. It was certainly not the situation he had portrayed, and he would indeed need to return promptly to the Blue Moon Pack. Staying by his father’s side was beneficial for the pack, and it would help deal with any unexpected events. Right now, the Blue Moon Pack needed someone to ensure it wouldn’t be brought to its knees by another sudden attack from Ethan.
But Marvin had other plans. He wanted to give Ethan a grand gift to repay him for years of hostility towards his younger brother and the harm he had caused to Grace.
However, before that, he wanted to spend more time in the human world. After all, it didn’t seem like his brother was in such dire straits, or Aldrich would have directly ordered him to return, rather than using vague terms like “as soon as possible.”
On the way back, Alisa was still concerned. “Is Maggie really okay? I think you need to go back; both Aldrich and your people need you now.”
Marvin was unusually not very pleased. “You don’t even care about me.”
Alisa was quite puzzled. “You’re not the injured senior elder, why should I care about you?”
“You should care whether I’m worried about my family and my relatives right now.”
Alisa couldn’t be bothered to exchange more useless words with him. “Tomorrow, you’re doing my chores. Break one more thing, and I’ll send the bill to your Barret Group, multiplied by ten.”
Aldrich quickly received Marvin’s response. Thomas inquired, “When is Young Master Marvin coming back?”
“He said he needs more time; he hasn’t had his fill of fun.”
Thomas didn’t say anything but waited for more information.
“But he also said that if we’re planning a counterattack, we need to catch the enemy off guard. He can be the unpredictable factor on the periphery, helping us respond to any unexpected developments.”
Thomas felt reassured. After all these years, the young master finally seemed to be growing up, no longer just a senior in age but not in wisdom.
“How is Luna doing now? Elizabeth said she’s improving but still hasn’t woken up.”
When it came to this topic, Aldrich couldn’t help but feel troubled. “She is indeed improving, but for some reason, there’s still no sign of her waking up. The doctors also say that this situation shouldn’t be occurring, even if she’s drained. Gradually, she should recover consciousness, but right now, she’s in constant slumber. I suspect there might be other reasons beyond just power depletion that are keeping her in this state, and we haven’t been able to identify them.”
“Are you considering investigating the cause of Luna’s continued unconsciousness?”
Aldrich turned his head to look at the large bed, where Maggie lay sleeping. She was still so beautiful, like a delicate flower about to bloom. Whether she was awake or asleep, her beauty remained untarnished. She was like a sleeping princess from a fairy tale, and even after centuries had passed, she remained an immortal painting. However, this held no significance for him; he wanted a living partner.
He wanted someone who would respond to his kisses, wrinkle her brows under his touch, and call his name repeatedly when she was moved-Maggie, who would be there for him. Even if they grew old and her youthful beauty faded, she would still be his Maggie.
But now wasn’t the time. He had more pressing matters at hand-the weight on his shoulders, his family behind him, and even the future of the entire werewolf society in the Northern Continent. He had to resolve these issues one by one before he could walk alongside Maggie without any burdens.
So even if Maggie, Alisa, or even Marvin or Elwin accused him of not caring enough for Maggie, he couldn’t afford to focus more attention on her at the moment.
He shook his head. “The doctors know better than I do about why she’s still in this slumber. Let’s leave it to the doctors. I must focus on the matters at hand.”
However, lying in bed, Maggie wasn’t completely without awareness. She could sense the sounds of the outside world, and she could even hear the arguments from her past time in the Elder Council, where they insulted her human heritage and attacked Aldrich’s qualifications to lead the Northern Continent. She was grateful she wasn’t present at the time; otherwise, it would have made things even more difficult for Aldrich.
She also longed to wake up immediately and tell Aldrich that she was okay. But her body was beyond her control. She couldn’t feel her physical form, command her limbs, open her eyes, or utter a single sound.
She was in a white, two-dimensional world, while her existence remained three-dimensional. There was nothing around her, no sound escaped, and she couldn’t move either. All she could do at the moment was wait, wait to see if someone would welcome her in this place and provide her with some information.
Alternatively, she might move on to the next scene from here.
Time kept flowing, but what Maggie was waiting for still hadn’t happened. Nothing here had started to change. She began to feel anxious, wondering if she might remain trapped in this place forever if she didn’t wake up soon.
So she began to close her eyes and recall her powers.