Semua Bab Awakening the White Wolf: Bab 171 - Bab 180

Darius' POV I didn’t bother calming down to figure out of I'd heard properly. As far as I was concerned, I'd heard all I wanted to. Even in a million years, I never thought the name of one council member could make me so agitated to the extent that I couldn't see properly anymore. I'd heard about it, and with the number of times it'd happened, I just never believed it would happen to me. No, scratch that, I never thought Alric would be involved in such a critical situation. My mind whirled with a million things all at once. I tried to push them out of my mind, but no matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't block them from echoing all around me. Alric? Alric had given them the information? How? And most importantly, why?“Darius.” The sound of my name from the corner was all it took to pull me out of my thoughts. I blinked back to the present, just to come face to face with Rhian staring at me. “Did you hear me?”“No.” My answer was short and sharp. I didn't see a news lying to

Darius' POV The air in my study was stifling, thick with smoke from the fire that had burned too low. Wax dripped in slow rivulets down the sides of half melted candles, and still I sat with the same damn note in my hands, staring until my vision blurred. I'd been like this all night, and even though the slight pain in my joint proved that I was doing myself more harm than good, I refused to agree with it. Whatever the outcome was, I would be consider it as bad if it was going to bring my closer to solving the case, but since it didn't, I wasn't going to pay the damned pain any mind. The letter was too flawless. Perfect arcs and deliberate strokes, which was nothing like Alric’s hurried, and almost impatient scraws. The seal was his, yes, but my instincts snarled at me like a beast chained too tight. Something wasn’t right. Something was t right at all, but it didn't mean it was obvious. If anything it hinted that it was hidden in plain sight, and I just had to think to the p

Darius' POV The council chamber was quieter than usual that evening, and even though I didn't want to admit it, it didn't change the truth. Or anything in fact. The long table sat in shadow, the candles half burned, their wax dripping sluggishly down the iron holders. Call me crazy or whatever , but I could swear that I could spot a thin sheet of dust covering the top. It made a wry smile appear on my lips, because the table had just been used a little over an hour ago. I'd held a meeting with the council members, and while I didn't have any expectations when I called for it, it definitely didn't end the way I thought it would. It ended in chaos, pure, natural and somehow expected from the kind of people I'd picked to rule at my side. The council had summoned me first, claiming that they needed clarity on what had happened to one of their members, so I simply obliged. What didn't go down well though, was the part where I told them the truth. That their partner was a criminal

Darius' POV The air in the lower halls clung heavy with damp stone and stale torch smoke. The atmosphere around was cold too, with a kind of chill that seemed to settle into the bones and stay there. My boots struck the floor with each pace, and each step rang louder than I intended. It was as though the dungeon itself sought to remind me of the man I had cast down here.Alric.It might not look like it, but deep down, I had actually grown tired of visiting him here. This was what? The second or third time and I still wasn't used to it. Honestly, I didn't even want to. I might not admit it to his face, but Rhian was right. Alric had served me for years, and even though it was sentimental, I didn't want to believe that he belonged here. But even as that belief hung from one part of myself, I didn't hesitate to explore the other side as well. I had told myself he deserved it. I had repeated those words, convincing others and myself alike that his betrayal was clear. That he had sa

Darius' POV The dungeons had always smelled of damp stone and rusted iron, but tonight the stench was thicker, like copper, sharp enough to sting the nose. My boots echoed off the walls as I descended the narrow stairwell, torchlight dragging long shadows that twisted against the rough brick. I didn't want to be here, every part of me screamed that i should be in bed, or at least be trying to piece the puzzle of who was behind all of this together. But instead of doing that, I was jogging down the same stone stairs I'd frequented so much that I knew the outline by each one. Heaven knows I wouldn't have come here had it not been important. In fact, I was this close to switch off my wrist comm when it buzzed to life with a call. “Alpha.” The guard sounded scared, and that was the only reason I didn't end the call immediately. “There's been a situation.”“What?” Something about the way he said that didn't sit well with me, and I jerked up immediately at the sound of that. “What's