Defying the Lycan King (Kira and Derek) novel Chapter 66

Chapter 66: A Wise Distance

"How sure are you about this?" Derek asked.

He was on a secure FaceTime call with Declan, Connor, and their man in Moonfang, alone in his study that evening. Kira had gone down to the shore for a walk to breathe in the evening air. Alistar had not shown his face since morning, and Flora had prepared dinner before slipping away early.

Their granddaughter’s crisis must have taken a turn for the worse again, a fact that stirred a rare flicker of empathy in his chest. He made a mental note to check on them before this "honeymoon" reached its end, it was the least a King could do for such loyal subjects.

But for now, their absence gave him some breathing space.

Kira, in her usual cheeky fashion, had asked him to join her on the walk along the seashore, but he had rather stay away from her than spend more time in her company. He never wanted to get used to being close to her. He knew this trip was designed to force them together, to make them "used" to one another, but Derek was too serious to waste his time on mundane things.

"Yes, Your Grace," the man named Bruce replied. "We can’t tell for sure how long this rogue army had been growing. And we can’t confirm if they belong to Rolf yet; there’s been no direct movement from his camp."

Derek stared at the notations on the map displayed on his tablet, a small red pointer marking a particular location in the mountain areas surrounding the eastern werewolf packs, only a few miles from the border of Moonfang.

Their agents in the werewolf territories had just uncovered the growing force. No clear link to Rolf or any of the Eastern alphas had been detected yet, but Derek knew the breed too well; werewolves were masters of the long game, hiding their daggers behind smiles.

He was taking no chances. In fact, he had braced himself for Rolf’s retaliation the moment he took Kira, and he had his men watching the alpha like a hawk ever since.

"Dispatch more scouts to their territories immediately, Connor," Derek commanded. "And Bruce, watch Rolf’s every breath. If he so much as blinks out of turn, I want to know. Same as the other Eastern Alphas. We must not be taken by surprise."

"Yes, Your Grace," Connor and Bruce replied in unison.

"The meeting is over," Derek said.

Connor and Bruce disconnected, but Declan remained on the line. Derek’s brows drew together when he saw his beta still there. He already knew what was coming.

"There is much to be done, Declan," Derek said, cutting him off before he could speak. "If an army of rogues is growing in the mountains, then we should be prepared for battle. We don’t wait for them to knock."

"I know my job, Derek," Declan replied, his tone laced with cynicism.

"I’m glad you do."

"You know that’s not why I’m still on the line."

"Not now, Declan," Derek groaned, reaching for the bottle of whiskey across his desk and pouring himself a generous measure.

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