(Author’s POV)
’Something has happened at the mansion. You both need to come fast,’ Brave’s urgent voice echoed inside their heads.
"WHAT?? What did you just say? I’m coming~ ... right now," Iris’s voice erupted next. Before she could ask more, the call disconnected abruptly, leaving her brimming with anxiety. She tried again, but for some reason it didn’t connect. She then turned towards the Lycan brothers and said, "Young Alphas, I need to go back to the Larson estate."
"We are going back too; we will take you," Elio answered. Alaric then looked at Shade and instructed, "Stay here and keep an eye on him. Update me if anything happens." He then switched to mind link, ’Also~ .... bring that human, Oliver Grey, by his side and inform the Yates family members.’
’Yes, young Alpha,’ Shade replied as the three of them made their way back.
As soon as they hit the road, Elio asked, "Hector Healer, you sounded frantic? Whose call was it? What did they say? What happened?"
"I don’t know the details; Gunnar just said that there has been an accident at the clan leaders’ meet up," she told them, her brows creased as she glanced at the passing scenery with nervousness, her palms sweating as she clasped them tight.
Alaric barreled, flooring the car as they soon reached the mansion. Without wasting even a fraction of a second, Iris sprinted inside, one of her slippers still in the car. Elio followed, his pace matching hers. As soon as they entered the living room, the stench of something metallic hit both of them. It was blood.
Then they spotted Gunnar, pacing towards them, his eyes reddened. Iris swallowed; her throat tightened, and the pit in her stomach knotted as well.
"Healer Hector~ ... where were you? We have been searching for you~ .... No, there is no time. The young mas~ter~ .... the young master he is~ ..." Gunnar’s voice was loud yet strained. He was all over the place.
"WHAT HAPPENED TO THE YOUNG MASTER?" Iris immediately questioned, her eyes widening as she grabbed Gunnar’s sleeve, crumpling it.
"He~ ... he tried to protect his majesty~ ... and was stabbed by a wooden stake. The infirmary doctor is treating him but~ ...." Gunnar revealed, his voice shaking, and so was he. They both rushed towards the room. Elio, who was standing, frowned. ’Young master? Who is this young master they are talking about?’ Leo remarked, equally confused. ’I don’t know. Let’s see,’ Elio replied.
Alaric walked inside as a sharp, ear piercing, strident, unfamiliar voice rumpled the surroundings, "LET GO OF ME, YOU LUNATICS, YOU BEAST. ARGHHHHH~~~~~ I didn’t do it. I said, I didn’t do it. HIS MAJESTY, YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE ME. I didn’t do it."
"What do you mean you didn’t? Everyone saw you aiming the stake towards the vampire king. Now you are denying it," Dion’s voice came next, cold and detached, nearly ruthless.
Instead of going to the room, Alaric and Elio made their way towards the source of the voices.
"SHUT THE FUCK UPPPP~~~~ ... you filthy werewolf. Who the hell are you to question me? Get your hands off me," Shaun shouted, clearly aggravated. He was pinned to the floor. One of the commandos from the keeper’s unit was holding onto his neck in a vice like grip.


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