Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 352

Chapter352.

Hearing the guttural snarl, I instinctively turned towards him.

My wolf, usually so attuned to Mason’s presence, felt a chilling distance, a vast chasm opening between us. His usual confident swagger was replaced by a desperate, almost whimpering posture.

He offered a weak, pathetic smile; the alpha gleam in his eyes was extinguished.

My expression didn’t change. The eyes that had once held the warmth of a blood bond, the fierce loyalty of pack, were now glacial, reflecting the icy moon hanging high above the Silvermoon Pack council grounds.

Without hesitation, I said clearly and firmly, “Tend to the pup first.”

Mason’s pathetic smile crumbled. His body shuddered, the meager strength he possessed draining away. His head slumped to the rough–hewn stone floor with a dull thud. Darkness threatened to claim him.

A searing agony ripped through his ribs, sharper than any fang wound I had ever inflicted.

His wolf howled in pain, a mournful sound that echoed the desolation in his heart. This was the bone–deep chill of abandonment, a betrayal more profound than any physical injury.

Instinctively, his gaze darted to Emily, desperately searching for a flicker of support, the solace of his Luna. He needed healing, a swift mending of his ravaged body.

But in the shadows, I saw Emily, her lip caught between her teeth, her initial impulse to defend him frozen by the chilling weight of dozens of

angry eyes.

Fear, cold and sharp as a winter wind, had stilled her. She dared not defend him, for fear of drawing the pack’s fury upon herself. She sought only to disappear, to escape the aftermath of his reckless actions.

Mason’s fate… it seemed insignificant to her now.

Emily slipped away, melting into the shadows.

Pack healers swiftly carried the pup and its mother away. Mason’s eyes, wide with disbelief, locked onto Emily’s retreating form. She avoided his gaze, focusing instead on the approaching pack enforcers.

Hot tears streamed down her face as she pointed accusingly at me.

“Enforcers! She did it! She incited this! They nearly killed him!”

I didn’t bother to look at her. I grabbed the roughspun towel offered by a fellow pack member and wiped the blood from my paws. Grayson, sensing my agitation, gently took the towel and meticulously cleaned my claws, each one wiped with a tender touch.

Neither of us acknowledged Emily’s desperate accusations.

The enforcers frowned, their gaze sweeping across the silent assembly. “Who committed this act?”

Silence. The once–frenzied pack now stood motionless, their expressions impassive, the assault on Mason seemingly erased from their collective memory.

Emily, enraged, stamped her foot, pointing at the wolves who had been most vicious. “Them!

All of them!”

Her voice was a desperate cry swallowed by the growing silence, a desperate attempt to assign blame where it was conveniently ignored. The full moon hung heavy, casting long shadows and exacerbating the tensions that clung to the air like the scent of spilled blood.