Curves And Claws: The Lycan King's Relentless Claim novel Chapter 73

**Chapter 73**

Nestled against the plush pillows, I propped myself up on one elbow, my eyes locked onto Keane with an intensity that belied my fragile state. There was an unmistakable weight to his presence today, a seriousness that sent a ripple of unease through me. His brow was furrowed in thought, and I couldn’t help but notice the tension lining his jaw, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor. When he uttered the words “temporary trauma,” I felt an unsettling chill creep down my spine, as if the phrase was a harbinger of something far more sinister.

“Temporary trauma?” I repeated, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. “That sounds suspiciously vague. Like saying, ‘Oops, someone tripped and spilled soup on you, but don’t fret—you’ll be just fine.’”

Keane shook his head slowly, his expression unwavering and grave. “No, Roana. It’s much more serious than that. This injury isn’t just physical. Carolyn was attacked in the Packhouse Royal Garden. A rogue pack infiltrated, and she was specifically targeted.”

The mention of the Royal Garden sent a jolt through me, a visceral reaction that made my ribs throb anew—not just from the recent fall, but from the specters of memories I had tried to bury. My heart raced as vivid flashes of that chaotic night flooded my mind, shadows darting at the edges of my recollection, each one a reminder of the terror I had faced.

I swallowed hard, my voice barely a whisper, as if raising it would summon the very ghosts I feared. “Attacked in the Royal Garden? Is that even conceivable? There are supposed to be stringent security measures in place!”

Keane nodded, his expression grim, his eyes darkening with concern. “Yes, it was a coordinated attack. This wasn’t just random chaos; these rogue wolves had a plan. They struck right at the heart of the Royal Garden. Carolyn was injured amidst the turmoil. It’s deeply troubling that they managed to breach the garden without leaving a trace.”

I pressed my hand against my mouth, recalling the shadows that flitted through the trees, the rustling leaves, and the panic that had seized me that night. They were intent on sowing chaos within this pack, and now it seemed their reach extended even further.

“And…” I hesitated, my voice quaking slightly, “was that… the night I was attacked? The gray wolf?”

Keane’s expression softened, a flicker of empathy shining through his otherwise stoic demeanor. “Yes. That was the night you were targeted. You were fortunate to survive. But you weren’t the only victim. The attacks have been escalating for some time now.”

A shiver coursed through me as I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to ward off the chill of fear that clung to me like a second skin. “Escalating for a while?” My mind raced, grappling with the implications. “How many times? How long has this been happening without anyone informing me?”

Keane leaned back, steepling his fingers thoughtfully. “Long enough for us to identify a pattern. These attacks are meticulously planned. Someone is providing information to the rogues, and that’s the most concerning aspect.”

A frown creased my brow, anxiety knotting my stomach. “Someone… inside the Packhouse?”

He shook his head slowly, his expression serious. “Not from within. From outside. An outsider who has access to our movements but remains undetected. Someone who knows enough to execute these attacks with precision.”

My chest tightened, a tumultuous mix of relief and fury battling within me. Relief surged because Keane indicated that I wasn’t the one leaking information, yet raw anger bubbled up—uncontrollable and potent.

I snapped, sitting up straighter despite the ache in my body. “Outside? An outsider? You mean… not me? Because, last I checked, I’m the only outsider here. I wasn’t born into this Packhouse; I lack the insider connections, and yet somehow, everyone treats me like I’m under a microscope. And now you’re telling me it’s someone else? Someone external?”

Keane’s eyes softened, but his tone remained resolute. “You were never suspected, Roana. We conducted thorough investigations. You were attacked just like everyone else, and there’s no evidence linking you to this.”

I let out a sharp exhale, running a hand down my face in frustration. “I want to believe that,” I murmured, my voice low and tinged with bitterness. “I truly do. But it doesn’t add up. Why would someone from the outside have this level of access? And why now?”

Sean, who had been quietly observing the exchange, finally interjected. “Sometimes, the most dangerous enemies are the ones you least expect. They lie in wait, they observe, and then they strike. We can’t afford to underestimate them.”

I shot him a glare that was a mix of amusement and disbelief. “Sean, you sound like one of those overly dramatic generals from a historical drama. Please, calm down. My ribs are already screaming, and your voice is making them feel even more betrayed.”

He managed a faint smirk but didn’t argue, which I took as a small victory. I turned back to Keane, determined not to let my thoughts scatter. “So… someone is feeding information. Outside the Royal Packhouse. That explains the precision. But why Carolyn specifically? Why now? And… how does this connect with my presence here?”

Keane leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his gaze intense. “Carolyn was targeted because she has close ties to the Royal leadership. The rogues aimed to destabilize the Packhouse by attacking its center of authority. As for you… you were merely in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

A flare of anger surged within me, mingling with a sense of helplessness. “So I was just… collateral damage? Just a bonus casualty in their twisted scheme?”

Keane’s gaze softened further, his expression sympathetic. “You were unfortunate, yes. But you survived, and that’s what truly matters. Your survival provides us with vital information. It reveals the patterns of the attacks and helps us narrow down the suspects.”

I had survived a fall, an encounter with a gray wolf, and now the unsettling knowledge of a calculated attack on the Packhouse. I had witnessed the vulnerabilities of the Royal Garden and the lurking danger beyond its walls. If someone was orchestrating these attacks… I would find them.

Even amidst the pain, the exhaustion, and the bruises, I made a silent vow to myself: I would not be caught off guard again. I would heal, I would grow stronger, and I would confront whatever threat lay outside the Packhouse.

Keane’s steady gaze met mine, unwavering and resolute. “Rest now, Roana. You’ll need your strength for what lies ahead.”

I leaned back against the pillows, closing my eyes, allowing the ache in my body to blend with the simmering anger and determination burning in my chest. I would heal. I would survive. And I would ensure that the rogues—and whoever was feeding them information—would regret every single choice they made.

Because I, outsider or not, was not someone they could underestimate.

But I would have to act first; otherwise, I might become their primary suspect sooner or later.

As the weight of the revelations settled within me, a fierce resolve began to blossom amid the chaos of emotions. I had faced the shadows of my past, the pain of betrayal, and the fear of an unseen enemy lurking beyond the safety of the Packhouse. Yet, in that moment of vulnerability, I discovered an inner strength that had remained dormant, waiting for the right catalyst to ignite it. The knowledge that I was not the source of the betrayal, combined with the urgency to protect those I cared about, fueled a fire within me. I would no longer be a mere observer of my fate; I would take charge, determined to uncover the truth and confront the threat that loomed over us all.

With each passing moment, I felt the anger transform into motivation, the fear into a fierce determination to reclaim my agency. The pain in my ribs served as a reminder of the battles I had faced and the resilience I possessed. I was no longer just an outsider; I was a vital part of this pack, and I would fight for its safety. As I leaned back against the pillows, the flicker of hope ignited by Keane’s unwavering support and Sean’s camaraderie reassured me that I was not alone in this fight. I would heal, I would grow stronger, and I would ensure that those who sought to harm us would regret their choices. The storm was far from over, but I was ready to face it head-on, armed with the knowledge of my worth and the strength of my resolve.

**What to Expect in Next Chapter?**

In the upcoming chapter, tensions will escalate as Roana grapples with her newfound determination to uncover the truth behind the rogue attacks. With her resolve solidified, she will embark on a quest to gather evidence and piece together the puzzle that threatens the safety of the Packhouse. Readers can anticipate a thrilling exploration of Roana’s inner strength as she navigates the complex dynamics of trust and betrayal within her surroundings. The stakes will rise as she seeks to identify both the rogue wolves and the shadowy figure feeding them information, all while wrestling with her own fears and vulnerabilities.

As Roana delves deeper into the mystery, the narrative promises to unveil unexpected alliances and confrontations. The tension between her and Keane will intensify, as he grapples with the weight of protecting her while she insists on taking matters into her own hands. Expect moments of high drama as Roana’s instincts lead her to confront potential allies and enemies alike, raising the question of who can truly be trusted. The chapter will leave readers on the edge of their seats, with revelations that could change everything Roana thought she knew about her place within the Packhouse and the forces that threaten it.

Prepare for an emotional ride as Roana faces her past traumas head-on, igniting a fierce determination to reclaim her narrative. With danger lurking just beyond the walls, the next chapter will be a pivotal moment in her journey, setting the stage for a confrontation that promises to be both exhilarating and heart-wrenching. Will Roana uncover the truth before it’s too late, or will the shadows close in around her? The answers await just beyond the turn of the page.