Chapter Sixteen: Secrets

Morax POV:

Across Town...

"We found what you asked for!"

"Good, bring it here."

Their approach was diligent and on time just like I had trained them to be. They swept through the chambers, and the two recon specialists from my pack slid into view.

One was Escha, her beauty a sight to anyone privileged enough to see it. The other was a tall boy, thin but deceptively strong, Miqella. Both were exceptional units to my cause. Escha was pure strategy and her calls on the battlefield were unmatched. While Miqella may as well have been born a blade. He had a power rarely matched; its value was unprecedented when he appeared on our doorstep.

My shoulders drew back, my chest rising with pride at their safe return. I had no doubt they'd succeed.

"The fragments of the broken relic, just as you requested. Here you are, our future Lycan." Escha bowed her head, her formalities never ceased to amaze. Her words ring true though, a reminder of what we all strove for.

It seemed