Aurora tilted her head in the direction of Luna Lorienta, who was already overcome with terror, and her head banged, her breathing shallow.
“I made a mistake, I…” With her eyes fixed on the ground, she inhaled deeply as her voice and words became stuck in her throat.
Aurora pulled her eyes away from Lorienta and maintained a straight face while wallowing in sympathy, saying, “Everyone makes mistakes.” Seeing the Elders’ and Alpha Carlos’s shocked looks, she gritted her teeth, grabbed Ryan’s shoulder, and moved forward.
“The pack is in a vulnerable state right now, and the Alpha’s only supporter is Lorienta. More problems are approaching Crest pack, and war preparations are underway; this will only disrupt our plans and pull us back,” she stated, her expression determined.
“The best thing now is to devise a plan that will permanently destroy the Silverado Pack,” she added, fully aware that her statement would alter the Elders’ perspective because this is more complex than her daughter’s crimes.
“I think we should find your stepdaughter.” The civil elder suggested from the back, and everyone’s gaze fell on him, wondering why he brought her up.
” Why? Why would I look for the daughter of a traitor?” Aurora replied with anguish and disgust in her tone.
“No, I just thought it would be great if we could get hold of her; she could also be sent to the Silverado Pack as a spy.” The civil Elder responded, his hands trembling with nervousness as he noticed Alpha Carlos’s glares at him.
“I thought she had been banished?” Aurora questioned; she felt like something was hidden and that it would be worth her time to find out.
The Crime elder cleared his throat and parted his lips slightly to make a speech, “I think we should take this slowly, Luna Lorienta…..” He was interrupted by Alpha Carlos, who shut him up with an icy look.
” Even without much effort, the enemies of this pack’s progress are emerging. An emergency meeting has been declared; everyone should be in the meeting room within the next thirty minutes,” he said, turning towards the door as he walked out, his steps exuding strength and determination.
His mind began wallowing as he walked through the pack house passage, full of regrets. Blaming himself for not conducting enough research when looking for the silver wolf. Even after his journey, he could not bring himself to tell the Elders that the Silver wolf they were looking for was in their rivalry pack.
He sighed heavily and twisted the meeting room door knob, which opened with a soft creak.
He took slow strides into the room and looked around, but a quick movement of a shadow caught his full attention. He shifted his focus to the area, his mind replaying the disturbing image he had witnessed. He fixed his gaze on the area, torn between the idea that it was his illusion and reality.
The air seemed to thicken, filled with a heavy, invisible presence.
A muffled breath and a silent footstep echoed behind him; he turned around to look but was met with a blow to the face.
He could feel blood streaming down his nose, and his anger grew as he yanked his hand away from his nose in retaliation.
He rushed towards the masked person in front of him without looking at him; the amount of pressure on his fist indicated that it was undoubtedly a male.
His cheeks were met with a forceful kick, causing his side teeth to hold his buccal cavity, he tasted metallic blood, and he bit himself.
“You motherfuckin piece of shit!” He slowed down, snapped his head sideways, and noticed a chair, which he rushed towards and picked up.
“You are such a weakling.” Alpha Carlos became more agitated as the masked hitter made fun of him.
He knew a smirk would have been on the hitter’s lips by now even if he had not seen his face.
Holding the chair with both hands, he hurried forward, his body jerking with anger. He swung the chair at the man in the mask without thinking. After a quick dodge, the chair fell on the man’s shoulder, just missing his head.
He moaned angrily as the pain spread throughout his entire body, causing his shoulder to sag. He hurried over to Alpha Carlos, colliding with Alpha Carlos’ stomach with such force that they both fell to the ground.
After recovering swiftly, the man in the mask sat on Alpha Carlos’ stomach. His face was full of rage, so he clenched his fist and punched Alpha Carlos’ jaw violently and viciously. Alpha Carlos’ head struck the ground as a result of the impact, and blood and saliva gushed from the debris.
The man in the mask kept striking with his fist until he made sure that his face was not only confused but also torn and crunched sickeningly.
Feeling content, he rose from Alpha Carlos’s stomach and reached up to remove his mask.
It was Ryan, Alpha Carlos felt as though he had been punched in the gut, and his eyes widened and his jaw dropped as he fixed his gaze on the face. Without a shred of doubt, he concluded that this was a planned work.
He rolled back weakly as Ryan approached him in slow steps. The sight made him smile.
“It is almost time for your meeting; you should gather yourself.” The frail Alpha was left on the ground as he walked away after pulling the mask over his face.
Still in shock from what had happened, he squeezed his eyes shut and shakily put his hands on the ground to pull himself up, but his palm shifted slightly and he fell back on his face.
He was writhing in excruciating pain and weakness when he heard footsteps approaching the door. Panic then started to creep into his thoughts. He will never allow anyone to meet him in this manner.
His strength and energy suddenly returned, and he ignored the pain as he pulled himself up, crashing into the wall behind him because his legs were trembling.
“Damn!” He yanked his body off the wall and let out an inward scream.