Second Chance for the Barren Luna (Talia and Jason) novel Chapter 132

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED & THIRTY TWO 

Nolan’s POV 

Marco and I crossed the training field after completing the border patrol. We had been up since dawn, checking the southern perimeter and inspecting the guard rotations. It wasn’t complicated work, but I was looking forward to sleeping. 

“The prince is stirring things up again,” Marco muttered. “Every time he adjusts the patrol routes, he leaves a mess for us to clean up. If he wants to look useful, he should at least learn the difference between north and northwest.” 

I ignored him, but Marco didn’t stop complaining. 

“He had the guards from the east wall moved to the inner yard yesterday. I had to cover the gap myself. He’s making things harder than they need to be.” 

“We wouldn’t be in this situation if you had done what you were supposed to do correctly,” I said finally. “Just let it go.” 

Marco shot me a look. “You’re telling me to let it go? You, of all people?” 

“With the Sacrifice Ceremony coming up, there’s more at stake than a few patrol shifts,” I said. “If the one who killed my father is still around, a full gathering like this will bring him out. We need to become familiar with every potential way someone could sneak into Silverfang.” 

“You’ve been saying that for weeks,” Marco groaned in frustration. “Do you really think the murderer is going to walk into Silverfang and announce himself?” 

“Not in the way you think,” I said. “He’s clever, but we don’t know what he wants. If we knew why he killed my father, then we could figure out what he plans on doing next. Since we don’t have that information, we will need to be extra cautious.” 

Marco didn’t respond. I felt relieved as I didn’t have to hear him complain anymore. That moment ended up being short lived because only a few moments later, Marco said quietly, “You don’t even talk about the Alpha King anymore.” 

“What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“It means that for years you couldn’t stop blaming him for your father’s death. Every lead we followed, you tied it back to him somehow. Now you don’t mention him at all. You don’t believe he did it anymore, do you?” 

“Stop talking nonsense,” I snapped. 

He raised his hands in surrender. “Alright, forget I said anything.” 

We reached the main corridor that led to Solon’s office. I planned to hand over the patrol report, but laughter from ahead stopped me. It came from the open hall near the entrance. 

I turned toward it. Solon was standing near the great doors, speaking with Della and Talia. Beside them stood a tall man with shaved red hair. He was close to Talia, too close. 

Talia’s laugh rang out again. I hadn’t heard her laugh like that since before everything fell apart. She never looked that at ease 

when she was near me, 

‘You didn’t give her a reason to be at ease with you,’ my wolf muttered. 

“Who is that?” I asked. 

Marco followed my gaze. “That’s Colin Ashford,” he said quietly. “Alpha of Moonbrook.” 

I turned to him. “Moonbrook?” 

He nodded. “Third strongest pack in the region.” 

“What is he doing here so early?” I asked more so to myself than to Marco. 

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