A chill ran down Connor’s spine, his hair standing on end as he stumbled back in disbelief.
“Who… Who put this disgusting thing in the well?” His chest heaved, each breath sharp and ragged. “Where’s Clara? Find her! Does she think she can escape punishment by tossing a fake corpse down there? Bring her to me now!”
I couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of his words. My body was right there. Where exactly did he expect to find me?
“Alpha… Luna is truly dead. Her corpse is already decomposing…”
“Lies! Do you take me for a fool?” Connor roared, drawing his sword in a fit of rage. And in one swift motion, he cut down the
warrior who had spoken, his head hitting the ground with a sickening thud.
“If anyone else dares conspire with Luna in this deception, you’ll share his fate!” His golden eyes burned with a dangerous gleam
as he turned to his warriors. “I don’t care what it takes. Find her!”
Connor ordered the well to be sealed shut with iron and sent out his best trackers and hounds across the land. He tore through
every inch of land, desperate to uncover any sign of me.
Belinda stepped forward, slipping her arm around his waist. “Alpha, don’t be upset. I’ll always be here for you.”
Connor’s grip tightened around her hand, but he didn’t pull her closer. His voice wavered, just slightly. “This time, she’s gone too far… To stage her own demise? A blatant act of defiance. Don’t worry. She will not escape her due. When I retrieve her, I’ll make sure she kneels before you and begs for forgiveness.”
His fingers drummed against the windowsill, the rhythm growing faster, betraying the unease he refused to name.
His warriors, known for their flawless tracking skills, scoured every inch of land. Yet no matter how many warriors or hounds he sent out, they all circled back to the same place–the abandoned well.
His frustration boiled over as he paced furiously around it, refusing to believe that the corpse inside was mine.
Then, as if struck by sudden inspiration, he snapped his fingers. “I see it now! She must’ve used a Burrowing Technique–that’s why the hounds keep leading us here.”
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