Home / Werewolf / Bound to a Dying Man / Chapter 139: The Rival Alpha

Share

Chapter 139: The Rival Alpha

last update publish date: 2026-11-03 06:00:46

The horn was a Ravenscar horn and it came from the bottom of the square.

Callum was on the steps with his grey coat and his face white and he had a hand up and there were wolves coming through the crowd toward him. Not Council wolves. Ravenscar wolves, in their own colours, and there were twenty of them at least and they had come in from the coast road in the night.

The square went up.

"Callum," I said. "Call them off."

Callum came down the steps.

"Luna," he said. "I have been in this town for a fortnight and I have been given a paper by an elder of the Council that says the Blackthorn territory is vacant and that I am the steward. And last night a priestess broke the chain in a cellar and every false bond in the north came undone and there are three wolves dead in this town and there will be more by morning." He looked at me. "And I am standing in a square with twenty wolves behind me and a paper in my hand and I am going to ask for a thing."

"Ask it."

"The Blackthorn territory," Callum said. "Give it to me and I will take my wolves off this square and go back to the coast and hold the border for the Council. Refuse and I will take it and there will be a fight in this square in front of the whole of the north."

The square was silent.

"Lord Callum," Soren said.

Callum turned round.

"Elder."

"You have a paper that I gave you and you have twenty wolves that I paid for and you are standing in a square in front of the whole of the north and asking for a territory that is not yours to ask for." Soren's old voice carried to every corner of the square. "I gave you the paper because I needed a wolf on that coast while I dealt with the founder. I did not give you the territory."

The square went up.

Callum's face changed.

"You gave me the paper," he said.

"I gave you a paper that said the territory was vacant and that a steward would be appointed. I did not give you a paper that said the steward was you." Soren put his hands together. "You have been in this town a fortnight and you have been sitting at the table and you have been speaking to the elders and you have been telling them that the founder's claim was a Ravenscar matter. And I have let you do it because a wolf who is talking is a wolf who is not looking at what is behind him."

Callum stood in the middle of the square.

"You have been using me," he said.

"I have been using you since the spring." Soren looked at him. "You are a founding family and you have a claim on the founder's line and you have been waiting forty years for a seat. And I have been sitting in a chair in a cellar and letting you buy hunters and wolves and flags on my money and telling myself that when the time came I would put you back in your box."

The square was completely silent.

"And now the time has come," Soren said. "Put your wolves down, Callum. There is no territory and there is no steward and there is no paper. There is a founder in this square and a Council in that building and a north that has been in an uproar for a fortnight. And you are standing in the middle of it with twenty wolves and no ground under your feet."

Callum stood in the square.

And then he did a thing I had been half expecting since the mill.

He turned round and looked at me.

"Luna," he said. "There is a thing I can give you that the elder cannot."

"What?"

"The house of the north." Callum's jaw worked. "I have had four wolves in that house since the spring. I know the door and the keeper and the room at the top. And I will give it to you and every wolf in it if you give me the coast."

The square went up.

"You would trade children for a territory," I said.

"I would trade a house I do not own for a coast I have been promised." Callum looked at me. "Luna. I have been a founding family for forty years and I have been given nothing and I have been promised everything and I have been used by an old man in a cellar. And I am standing in a square with twenty wolves and no ground under my feet and I am going to make one last offer."

I looked at him.

"Get out of this square," I said.

"Luna."

"Get out of this square and take your twenty wolves and go back to the coast. And if you go now and you do not come back I will not tell the Council that you took the Blackthorn patrol routes and gave them to a keeper." I came down the steps. "And if you stay in this square for one more minute I will tell them everything."

Callum looked at me for a long moment.

Then he turned round and walked out of the square.

The twenty went with him.

The square was silent.

And Soren stood on the steps of the northern seat with his hands folded.

"Luna," he said. "There is a thing I have to say and I am going to say it in front of the whole of the north."

"Say it."

"I gave the order for the house of the north," Soren said. "I gave the order for the bindings and the records and the debt. I have been in that chair for forty years and I have done a great many things and I am not going to stand in this square and pretend that I did not." He looked at me. "I am going to stand in front of a Council and answer for it. And I am going to do it in the morning."

The square was silent.

"Then you will be in a cell tonight," I said.

"I will be in a cell tonight."

And down at the bottom of the square, a horn sounded.

Continue to read this book for free
Scan code to download App

Latest chapter

  • Bound to a Dying Man   Chapter 197: The Bond That Stayed

    The letter from the keepers sat on the kitchen table for three days before I answered it.It was a short letter in Mairéad's walnut-faced hand, and it said that the keepers had found a spring on the far west coast with the founder marks still on the walls, and a mark in the water that had not been given in two hundred years, and a young wolf in a fishing village who could not shift and did not know why. They wanted to know whether the Luna of the Blackthorn Pack would come and look at it.I read it four times. Then I put it under the sugar bowl and went out to help mend the kilns.On the third evening Ronan found me on the harbour wall with it in my hand and sat down beside me without saying anything. The tide was coming in and the boats were lifting off the mud one by one, and the light was going long and orange over the hills."You have not answered it," he said."I have been busy.""You have been mending a kiln that Aisling told you three times not to touch." He put his hands in hi

  • Bound to a Dying Man   Chapter 196: The Homecoming

    I came up out of the spring with my mother's hand in mine.She was lighter than a wolf should be. I carried her up the stair with Ronan on her other side and Padraig going ahead with the lantern, and the water ran off her grey coat and left a trail on the stone, and none of us said a word until we were out in the open air under the stars. Then she opened her eyes and looked at the sky for a long time and said, "Is that the same moon?""It is a different moon," Padraig said. "Ten years of them."She thought about that. She was very thin and her fur had gone the colour of ash, and when she shifted back into her human shape she was so light that Ronan took off his coat and wrapped her in it and carried her the rest of the way up the hill. She had grey hair, my mother, and green eyes like mine, and a face I had not seen since I was sixteen years old.The pack house was full when we came in. Aisling had got the fire going and the kettle on and there was a clean bed made up in the small roo

  • Bound to a Dying Man   Chapter 195: The Price of Peace

    The spring took three days to open, and in those three days the Blackthorn Pack counted what it had lost.I did not go down to the Council seat on the first night. Padraig put his hand on my shoulder on the cliff and said, very quietly, "A spring that has been sealed for ten years does not open in an hour. You will need all your strength for the rite, and you will not have it if you go down there tonight with a dead wolf at your feet and a fight still in your blood." I did not like it. I stood on that headland with the wind pulling at my coat and the old keeper's body laid out on the grass behind me and I wanted to go down the hill and into the dark that same hour. Padraig waited. He has a great deal of patience, and he has spent a good part of his life using it on me."You are no good to her dead," he said.That was the argument that worked. I went back to the pack house and Ronan brought me a bowl of soup that I do not remember eating, and I slept for sixteen hours with the mark on

  • Bound to a Dying Man   Chapter 194: The Final Battle

    The old keeper was fast for a wolf his age, and he was clever, and neither of those things saved him.I came in low and took his foreleg out from under him, and Ronan hit him from the other side before he could get his feet back. The pack was on him then, a ring of teeth that closed and opened and closed again, and he fought his way out of it twice and both times we put him back on the rock. The third time he did not get up.He lay on his side on the grass with his grey flank heaving and blood on his muzzle, and he looked up at me with those pale eyes and said, in the voice that lived inside my head, "You have a mark on your wrist that I did not put there. What is it?""You tell me," I said. "You are the one who made it."His eyes went to my foreleg and the mark on it, and something moved across his face that I had not expected. Not anger. Relief."The rite has a witness," he said. "Every rite needs a witness, and the founders wrote it so that the witness could never be the same wolf

  • Bound to a Dying Man   Chapter 193: The Last Enemy

    We went north to Falcarragh the next morning with eight wolves and Padraig, and the mark on my wrist stayed cold the whole way.The road up the coast is a narrow thing that runs between the sea and the hills, and the wind comes off the water without anything to stop it. I sat in the back of the cart with my coat collar up and watched the mark on the inside of my wrist. It had not warmed since the Council steps. It sat there beside the gold crescent, small and dark, and every mile we put behind us it seemed to me it got a little colder, the way a stone gets colder the deeper you dig it out of the shade.Nobody talked much. Padraig had his old leather satchel on his knees and his blue eyes fixed on the horizon, and Ronan drove the cart himself with his jaw set, and the eight Blackthorn wolves who had come along ran the verge on four feet in a loose scatter, and their breath showed in the air.The old house at Falcarragh stood on its own above a stony beach, a long low farmhouse with a s

  • Bound to a Dying Man   Chapter 192: The Council Reformed

    The new law was passed in a room that smelled of fresh paint because the old Council chamber had been scrubbed out and the scrubbing had gone deeper than anyone expected. I went down for the vote because Ronan went down for the vote and because the Blackthorn Pack had a stake in it, and I sat in the gallery with Nessa on one side and Oisin on the other, and I listened to eleven Alphas argue about the future of the coast for six hours.The old Council of Alphas had been nine elders and a rule that said whatever the elders decided was law. The new one was different in every way that mattered. Every pack on the island got a seat and a vote, the elders lost the power to make bonds or rule on territory, and the whole thing was written down on paper that any wolf could ask to see. Ronan had drafted half of it in the fishing gear room with a pencil stub and a mug of cold tea, and when Elder Colm read the clause about willing marks aloud the gallery stood up and cheered for so long that Colm

More Chapters
Explore and read good novels for free
Free access to a vast number of good novels on GoodNovel app. Download the books you like and read anywhere & anytime.
Read books for free on the app
SCAN CODE TO READ ON APP
DMCA.com Protection Status