The Alpha King And His Chosen Luna novel Chapter 211

An unexpected letter

(Caius)

We left our quarters together and walked through the pack house in comfortable silence.

The morning had only just begun. Most wolves were making their way toward breakfast while servants prepared for another day. Isla looked at me after a few moments.

“You still have reports to finish.”

“I do.”

“I’ll wait.”

“I won’t keep you waiting long.”

She nodded.

“I’ll see you soon.”

Before either of us could continue, Pryor appeared at the far end of the hallway carrying another folder beneath his arm. He reached us a moment later and inclined his head.

“Alpha King.”

“What is it?”

“One of the morning reports arrived after I left the others in your office.”

I accepted the folder.

“Anything urgent?”

“I thought it best to let you decide.”

I glanced at Isla.

She smiled.

“I’ll be waiting.”

With that, we went our separate ways, I headed toward my office while Isla continued toward the library

I reached my office a minute later and closed the door behind me.

The reports Pryor had mentioned were waiting exactly where he’d said they would be. I set the new folder beside them before taking my seat. If Isla was already in the library, I intended to keep my promise and join her as soon as I could.

The first report covered the northern border.

Nothing had changed overnight. Patrols had completed their routes without incident, and every checkpoint reported the same thing. The territory had remained quiet.

An unexpected letter

The second folder contained supply records,

Food stores were well stocked, and the latest deliveries had arrived on schedule. The quartermaster had requested approval for additional winter supplies even though the colder months were still some time away. I signed the request without hesitation.

I reached for the final folder.

This was the one Pryor had brought himself. It contained only a single folded letter sealed with dark gree wax. There was no name on the front, only the royal seal pressed into the wax.

I turned it over once before breaking the seal.

The first line made me stop.

The Eastern council has requested that the meeting be moved forward by one day.

That wasn’t expected.

The rest of the letter explained that the representatives had crossed the border earlier than planned and intended to reach Wraithbone before tomorrow evening. It offered no explanation for the change.

I leaned back in my chair.

Councils rarely changed their schedule without good reason.

Either something had happened in the Eastern Territories, or they’d learned something they believed couldn’t wait. Neither possibility sat well with me.

I folded the letter and placed it on top of the other reports.

The library would have to wait a little longer.

First, I needed Pryor.

I reached for him through the mind link.

‘Come to my office!

‘I’ll be there in a moment, Alpha King, he replied.

The connection faded.

I read the letter once more. Nothing on the page explained why the Eastern council had changed its plans.

It simply informed us they would arrive tomorrow instead of the following day.

A knock came at the door less than a minute later.

“Come in.”

Pryor stepped inside and closed the door behind him. His attention went straight to the letter in my hand before meeting my eyes.

“You’ve read it.”

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have.”

“What are your thoughts?”

“The Eastern council doesn’t change its schedule without a reason.”

Pryor nodded.

“I agree.”

I set the letter on the desk.

“We’re going to prepare as though they expect more than a routine meeting.”

“Understood.”

“I want every remaining preparation completed before sunset. Double the guards assigned to the council chambers and guest quarters. Until we know why they’ve arrived early, we assume nothing.”

“It will be done, Alpha King.”

Before Pryor reached the door, he stopped.

“There is one more thing.”

I looked at him.

“What is it?”

“The messenger mentioned something just before he left.”

I waited.

“He said the council insisted the letter be placed directly into your hands.”

“Did he say why?”

“No.”

“Anything else?”

Pryor thought for a moment.

“He seemed nervous.”

“Nervous?”

“He looked over his shouider more than once, as though he expected someone to be following him.”

I considered that in silence.

It could have meant nothing.

Or it could have explained why the council had changed its plans without warning.

“Thank you, Pryor.”

An unexpected letter

Il begin making the necessary arrangements.”

He turned and left the office, closing the door behind him.

I looked at the letter again.

There was more to this meeting than anyone was willing to put into writing.

I slipped the letter inside my coat and gathered the remaining reports into a single stack.

There was nothing else on my desk that couldn’t wait until later. Pryor would see that the preparations were carried out exactly as I’d ordered. For the moment, there was only one person I wanted to speak to.

I left my office and made my way through the pack house.

The corridors had grown busier while I’d been working. Servants moved between rooms carrying fresh supplies, and warriors crossed the courtyard outside on their way to morning training. Tomorrow had just become far more important.

The library door stood open when I arrived.

Isla was sitting where we’d left the journal the day before. Several old books lay open around her, but she looked up the moment she heard my footsteps. A smile crossed her face before her eyes settled on the letter in my hand.

“You were gone longer than you expected.”

“I was.”

“Something happened.”

I walked to the table and placed the letter beside the journal.

“The Eastern council has changed its plans.”

Her smile faded.

“They’re arriving early?”

“They’ll be here tomorrow.”

She looked at the letter for a moment before meeting my eyes again.

“That’s not good.”

“No.”

I pulled out the chair beside her and sat down.

“I think it’s connected to this.”

I rested my hand on the journal.

“And I intend to find out how.”

The missing records 1

The missing records–1

(Caius)

“Show me what you’ve found.”

Isla turned the journal toward me and pulled one of the open history books closer. Several pages had beer marked with thin strips of cloth, and notes covered the paper beside her. She’d done far more than wait fo

1. me.

“I started with the names written near the end of the journal.”

She pointed to the list she’d made while I was in my office. Some of the names were familiar, while others had only appeared once in the older records. Beside each one, she’d written the title of the book where it should’ve been mentioned.

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