Chapter 32

32. Alpha king, Jonah. 

The night sky was aglow with the pale crescent moon radiating like a silvery claw in the night sky. The twinkling blanket of stars stretched to infinity as on the seashore a hunchback halted, holding a torn leather bag hugged near his chest.

He had his upper body draped with a thin black cotton shawl. With his free arm he yanked out a small rowboat that was kept hidden under a pile of leaves and twigs, looking as weak as his long fingers. He dragged it out and plunged it under the water. Having himself seated on the middle platform he got hold of the oar which was lying under his feet and dipped it in the water.

The sea was not silent, the winds were roaring continuously as they rolled over before the first gust subsided. Under the force, the black veil from his head flew backwards and revealed his countenance. It was as dark as the eclipse. His lips were thick and chapped. His nose was