Five Alphas Kneel for Me (Isabella) novel Chapter 393

I chuckled, finding Lucy’s plea for help a bit exaggerated. But the playful expression on Lucy’s face vanished, replaced by seriousness. She pulled out her communicator, opened her image scrolls, and handed it to me. My wolf sensed her genuine concern, the sincerity radiating from her.

I took the communicator, and on the screen was a mountain village nestled within the Silvermoon Pack territory, with pictures of several pups. They were carrying huge bundles of firewood on their backs, all turning toward the communicator. The muddy, winding dirt path snaked through the hills like it had no end, cutting them off from the rest of the pack. Their fur was matted with dirt, their clothes worn and ragged. But they offered the communicator their purest smiles. Seeing the firewood, taller than themselves, on their backs, was heartbreaking. My wolf felt a pang of empathy, a deep protective instinct rising within me.

I looked up at Lucy’s serious profile. Memories from my past life surfaced; Lucy had always been so kind. When I was isolated and struggling, only Lucy had secretly given me my studies, urging me not to sacrifice myself for the Miller brothers, not to ruin my studies. I had never forgotten that kindness.

My wolf remembered the loyalty and kindness of her own.

Lucy scrolled through the images. The next one showed a rundown longhouse with dim lighting. A little she–wolf held a big piece of cloth, half in her paw, half soaking in a dye vat. Her fur was streaked with blue dye, and her paws were submerged in the same blue liquid. She looked at the communicator, her face innocent, her eyes shy. The next photo showed both innocence and apprehension. A small she–wolf wore a faded cotton–padded jacket with an uneven patch on the sleeve, clearly sewn by a pup.

Lucy narrated in a low voice, “After the last Blood Moon, I went to a remote mountain area to teach. The pups are very poor, their lives are difficult. Transportation is inconvenient; local goods are hard to sell; their handicrafts are difficult to transport and don’t fetch good prices. Their parents work away from home, leaving them behind; they suffer so much.”

“I’ve done my research,” Lucy’s tone brightened as she scrolled again. Suddenly, the screen lit up with vibrant colors–a breathtaking sunrise over snow–capped peaks, the whole mountain glowing golden like it was on fire.

“That’s the ‘Sunshine on the Golden Mountain,‘ it’s stunning.” Her eyes sparkled like stars as she showed photos of local ethnic costumes embroidered with intricate patterns, and villagers performing ancient rituals, steeped in mystery. The rich, unique folk culture practically jumped off the tiny screen.

“I want to establish an Intangible Cultural Heritage club. We can record these, let the Pack see the beautiful scenery and the precious intangible cultural heritage. They might be drawn to visit; if things can’t be transported, tourists can carry them out.”

Lucy laid out her plan with passion and logic. “If we do this well, we can genuinely help them generate income. If not, if the recordings become popular, we can use the earnings to help them, transport unsold handicrafts, or repair paths; things will get better.”

I listened quietly, carefully examining the photos; Lucy was clearly well–prepared, not acting on impulse. Her earlier plea to “save the pups” was genuine. My wolf agreed, sensing the sincerity in her words. I found Lucy’s plan excellent and persuasive.

I asked again, “How many wolves are in your Intangible Cultural Heritage Club now?”

Lucy’s enthusiasm faltered; her expression froze, then she slowly held up two fingers.

“Two.”

I laughed; I understood Lucy’s nervousness. With only two wolves, it was impossible to operate a club aimed at boosting the regional economy, Even if Lucy focused solely on making money through recordings to help them, she’d need at least ten wolves. Now, including me, there were only three. Her nervousness was almost funny–she knew her numbers didn’t add up. I pressed, “Who’s the other wolf?”

She said nothing, just looked at me with those big, pleading eyes. I stared back, waiting.

My wolf sensed her vulnerability, her desperate hope.

After a few seconds, I burst out laughing. I got it. The ‘two wolves” included me. It was just her and me, not some recruited team! How did she assume I’d jump in?

Seeing my reaction, Lucy grabbed my arm, gently shook it, voice full of pleading, “Isabella, just help these pups. I have no connections or startup capital, but I have creativity, I can do all the behind–the–scenes work. You’ll be the star, the influencer.”

I laughed again, pinching her cheek, Girl, you’re not only after my person but also my resources.”

Lucy chuckled, not denying it.

“You’re not only after my resources, but my influence as well,” I teased, flicking her cheek and letting go.

Lucy rubbed her face, feigning pain. Our Isabella is beautiful and kind, naturally, we should introduce you to the Pack! I have a grand plan, to promote our intangible cultural heritage throughout the lands…”

“Stop! I gestured to stop her. Speak plainly.”

“Isabella, do you want to be an influencer?”

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Plainly.”

“Isabella, it’s easy to gain influence throughout the lands; other packs love our culture. Look, the scripts I wrote, the recordings the influencers made, went viral online, making a lot of resources.”

She scrolled through her communicator, pulling up examples. She was well–prepared! My wolf was impressed by her resourcefulness.

I teased her, “Do you know how influential I am?”

Lucy said seriously, “Chief Designer at Smith Clan–substantial annual resources; the owner of Fire Pharmaceuticals–worth over one hundred million; controlling shareholder of Miller Clan net worth three hundred million.”

I hummed, “You’ve done your research!”

Lucy chuckled, “Isabella, you need a company, don’t you? A company focused on intangible cultural heritage?”

I laughed again, “So, your real reason for stopping me from going to the design institute was…?”

“Afraid you wouldn’t have time for the club.”