Chapter 8 : : : : : The Rebel Plot

*Alec*

A rumble of thunder peeled through the sky, followed by a forked flash of lightning against the horizon. I looked up briefly, adjusting the hood of my bloodied cloak against the onslaught of rain, before I steadied my gaze back towards the mouth of the harbor, which led across the river to the plains and the capital of the Silver Crescent beyond.

Behind me, the village of Estoria lay dark and silent before the looming dawn. Soon, lights would come on in windows, and the fishermen would head to their boats, but for now, the streets were quiet save for the gentle creaking of the ships in the river as they pulled against their moorings.

We had been biding our time for days now, but the end was in sight. I couldn’t wait to get back to the southwestern shores of the Whitelark territory. I was the Alpha, and the pack would be waiting for me to return. I hated being away from them for so long. I knew, however, that this mission was important for my people, and for me. Revenge did