Alexander’s POV
A triumphant glint lit up Emilia’s eyes, and she reached into her pocket, producing a small recording device. With a flourish, she held it up, her tone confident. “I’ve managed to gather some information about the Rogues.”
The mention of the Rogues had everyone’s attention, and my grandfather leaned forward with curiosity. “Well done, Emilia. You’ve certainly earned your reward.”
Emilia’s smile turned sly as she looked directly at me. “Ah, about that reward. How about you finally fulfill your promise and use a hotel as compensation?”
My lips thinned in reluctant agreement. The promise she was referring to had been a playful bet made weeks ago, involving a unique form of compensation. My gaze shifted to my grandfather, who chuckled heartily at Emilia’s audacity. Sophia’s laughter joined in, her amusement evident.
“Well, Emilia,” my grandfather chortled, “I must say, you certainly have a way of keeping things interesting.”
Emilia’s smirk only grew, a glimmer of mischief in her eyes. “Isn’t that what I’m here for?”
As the tension of the room eased with Emilia’s playful banter, I couldn’t help but appreciate the unique dynamic she brought to our serious discussions.
As Emilia projected the recording onto the screen, the atmosphere in the hall grew tense with anticipation. The gathered werewolf elders, including my grandfather and beta Zane, leaned forward with rapt attention. This was a moment of crucial importance a chance to uncover the intentions of the Rogues and understand the threat they posed to Shadow City.
Emilia’s confident voice filled the room as she began to explain her findings. Her words were clear and concise, painting a picture of the Rogues’ activities and their presence in the human world. She elaborated on their engagement in illicit activities, from drug trafficking to arms trade, and the vast network they had built over the past six decades.
“The Rogues have managed to establish themselves in the human world’s underbelly,” Emilia explained, her tone steady and focused. “They operate discreetly, lurking in the shadows and avoiding the attention of law enforcement. Their illegal ventures have grown substantially, becoming a significant force in the criminal underworld.”
As Emilia continued to unveil the extent of the Rogues’ operations, a sense of unease settled over the room. The scale of their influence was daunting, and the realization that they had infiltrated human society without detection was alarming.
“However,” Emilia’s voice carried a note of determination, “their ambitions extend beyond their current status. They’re eyeing the business of the Shadow Moon Clan our wealth and resources in the human world.”
Gasps rippled through the hall, and I exchanged a glance with my grandfather. The notion of the Rogues targeting the Shadow Moon Clan’s interests was not only audacious but a direct challenge to our authority and stability.
Emilia’s next revelation was even more staggering. “Their leader, the one orchestrating this plan, goes by the name Adrian.”
The name resonated within the hall, and I found myself repeating it in my mind. Adrian a name that held no memory or recognition for me. Yet, my contemplation was interrupted by my grandfather’s reaction. His expression shifted dramatically, a mixture of shock, recognition, and perhaps a trace of sorrow.
“Adrian,” my grandfather repeated, his voice heavy with a weighty history. “The Rockefeller family.”
My brows furrowed in confusion, the pieces of the puzzle eluding me. Emilia’s findings had shed light on a significant threat, but my lack of familiarity with the name Adrian left me at a disadvantage.
My grandfather’s gaze fixed on me, his eyes carrying a story that had yet to be told. “Twenty years ago, I discovered a secret the son left behind by a friend who had passed away.”
Emilia’s information about Adrian had struck a chord with my grandfather, unearthing memories that seemed to have been buried in the past. He continued to speak, revealing that this friend had once been an elder of Shadow City. Our history was intertwined with him, marked by disagreement and rivalry over the Alpha position. My grandfather had emerged victorious, securing his place as the leader of our clan.
“Adrian,” my grandfather’s voice held a mix of emotions, “is possibly the son of that friend, a man I once clashed with over the future of Shadow City.”
As the weight of my grandfather’s words settled in, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of complexity and foreboding. The emergence of Adrian and his connection to our past signaled that this threat ran deeper than mere criminal activities. It was rooted in a history that held secrets and conflicts yet to be fully understood.
As the room buzzed with conversations and speculations, I couldn’t shake off the feeling that this revelation marked a turning point a shift in the dynamics of Shadow City and a challenge that would test our unity and resilience. The name Adrian would become a focal point, and uncovering the truth behind his intentions was now a matter of utmost urgency.