Defy The Alpha(s) novel Chapter 877

Chapter 877: Find A Way To Control Violet

Duskmoon Village was in a festive mood.

Angus had ordered that there be a celebration to commemorate their victory, and the village answered with excess. Fires burned bright in the open squares, their flames licking high into the night, casting dancing shadows across the ground.

Laughter rang out in bursts, loud and unrestrained, with some witches performing complicated party tricks to the delight of the crowd.

Long tables groaned under the weight of food, barrels were cracked open without care, and the scent of roasted meat mixed with spilled alcohol saturated the air. It wasn’t every day they got to celebrate like this, and they made sure to indulge in every part of it.

With the music pulsing through the air and carried across several hectares with the help of the witches’ magic, wolves moved in packs, their bodies loose, instincts unrestrained, feeding off the high of victory. Some of them made their pick, disappearing into darker corners where the celebration took on a more private form, evidenced by loud groans and moans.

Tonight, no one held back.

But the celebration had an edge to it. Victory had come at a cost, and not everyone who had left for that battle had returned. So they drank until they forgot the pain, choosing to hold on to the good memories instead.

However, while the majority were in high spirits, the same couldn’t be said for Angus’s inner circle. Away from the fires and the frenzy, within Angus’s palace, the mood was heavy with tension as they remained locked in a meeting.

Angus sat at the headtable.

"Report."

The word fell from his lips without force, yet it struck harder than any raised voice.

James rose at once, though not without clearing his throat first, a small betrayal of the tension threading through him.

He said outloud, "On Elijah’s side, we estimate forty-two confirmed kills. That number remains uncertain as several bodies were retrieved during their retreat, and others may yet die from sustained injuries."

He continued, "We have sixteen captives with us, Roman Draven and Aeron Hale among them. Two additional sub-alphas from the South and North packs, alongside several lower-ranked wolves."

The information settled across the table, each figure finding its place like pieces in a grim equation.

Angus leaned forward then, placing both hands against the table. The movement was unhurried, almost languid, yet it drew every eye back to him. "And ours?"

James did not answer immediately. His gaze flickered toward Jericho in a brief exchange that carried the weight of shared understanding. They knew where this was headed.

Even Ziva, who had positioned herself at the edge of the table with her usual careless poise, remained still, her silence more telling than any interruption she might have made.

When James spoke again, his voice wasn’t as confident. "We lost one hundred and twenty-eight, the majority being witches."

He said it as though it was some relief that it wasn’t their wolves instead. Ziva felt a tick in her jaw, her fists clenching at her sides.

James continued, "The highest number of casualties were inflicted by Griffin Hale and Micah Richmond."

At the mention of his son, Angus’s expression darkened. To think the son who was supposed to stand by his side had dealt the most damage.

"We also lost General Samus," James added.

Their gazes drifted toward the empty chair among them. Though none lingered for long, the weight of his absence pressed heavily on the room.

The silence that followed was even more suffocating than before, especially as Angus’s gaze swept across each of them.

"Tell me then, is that a win," he asked, each word measured with care, "or a loss?"

The answer was obvious. They had suffered the greater losses. In fact, were it not for their numbers, Elijah’s side would likely have won. But no one wanted to be the one to say it. They were not stupid.

But the silence only irked Angus. His hand came down against the table with sudden force, the crack reverberating through the chamber like thunder striking stone.

"Answer me!"

They slightly flinched, even though they tried not to show it.

Ziva spoke immediately, seizing the moment. "They’re hiding in Lunaris Academy. If you give me permission, I’ll take a small team this time. Not only will I bring Elijah back, I’ll deliver the destruction you seek."

Angus turned to her.

"Are you stupid?"

The words struck harder than any blow.

Ziva went still, rendered speechless. She swallowed, heat rising to her face at being called stupid in front of everyone. Though the generals kept their expressions carefully neutral, she could feel the quiet satisfaction, and disdain they barely bothered to hide. They had never liked her.

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