Ravyn moved through his pack like a general preparing for war.
The Blood Moon Festival loomed on the horizon, and with it came a thousand details demanding his attention. Warriors to select. Patrols to arrange. The timing of their departure, calculated down to the hour.
Every decision weighed on his shoulders, pressing down like stones piled one atop another.
Those left behind would be the old folks, wolves who had no need for mates, who could hold their own if trouble came knocking.
Voren had already assured every pack in his invitation letters that he had eyes watching their territories in their absence. Not only a generous but also a strategic gesture.
But Ravyn’s gut churned with unease because his pack was exposed. The Lycans had already slithered through their defenses once. Who was to say they wouldn’t try again?
His thoughts circled back to Daisy. The dungeon was the only place she couldn’t escape from due to its cold stone walls, iron bars, haunted atmosphere.
But his parents would never allow it. Not with the pup growing in her womb. The child she carried was innocent, and his mother had made it abundantly clear that no grandchild of hers would be born behind bars.
Bringing Daisy along was out of the question. The Blood Moon Festival was no place for a cursed woman with a Fenrir wolf. She could easily be a weapon of the enemy to be used against them if they promise to give her a better life.
In the end, he left the matter in his parents’ hands. They had insisted she stay until she gave birth, and they would bear the responsibility.
For one fleeting moment, Ravyn allowed himself to believe Battal had given up on the deal.
Then his phone rang.
He stared at the screen, Battal’s name glowing like a brand. His jaw tightened. His thumb hovered over the answer button, a war raging in his chest. Then he pressed it.
"King Battal." His voice came out flat, controlled. "Have you decided?"
"Yes." Battal’s tone carried an edge of impatience. "But you have to pardon my lateness. Two witches insisted on going for different reasons. After I spelled out the rules, one decided to send her daughter instead. Getting to the daughter was difficult. Her father is a human wizard."
Ravyn’s brow furrowed. A human wizard. The complications multiplied with every word.
"That’s the reason for the delay," Battal continued. "But they should be at your pack by now."
"What?" Ravyn’s voice sharpened, disbelief cutting through his composure.
A mindlink swept through his consciousness, urgent and clipped. ’Alpha, two she-wolves are here to see you.’
’Hold on.’ Ravyn pushed the response through the mind link, then turned his attention back to Battal. "I’m only allowed to bring a plus one. I can’t take two. And you shouldn’t have sent them to my pack."


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