When I returned to the room, my breath was shallow and ragged, like I had been running for my life. In some ways, I had.
Vespara looked up from the corner of the bed where she sat wrapped in silence, her eyes narrowing as soon as she saw me.
“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice laced with concern.
I smiled.
But it wasn’t the kind of smile one gives to reassure. It was the kind born of secrets, of plans stitched together in shadows.
I had clarity now. I had a purpose. The destruction of the Moonlord pack wasn’t just revenge anymore, it was freedom. Solace. A beginning.
I stepped closer. My voice dropped, quiet but steady. “Do you want to solidify your position as Beta?”
She blinked, confused, frowning as if unsure she’d heard me right. “What?”
I sat beside her, leaned in just enough for her to listen what I am going to say. If there are stronger wolves around us, they may listen to us. Dammit. I wish I could have a mind link right now.
“On the outskirts of the Moonlord territory,” I
