The Alpha King And His Chosen Luna novel Chapter 299

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Waiting to be und

4obody spoke after Halvon answered. Three months wasn’t long enough for without leaving some kind of trail. If Halvön had seen him that recently, wet

finding him. I wanted to know why he’d stayed hidden when he knew I was

“Where did you see him? I asked. Vaela remained close inside me, listening we finally had someone who knew where Orin had been. I wasn’t leaving without a location

Halvon rested his hands on the table. “North of here, beyond the western alliance bords. He knew exactly where his father had gone. “He was living near a territory called Ravenspire

Pryor reached for one of the records. “Ravenspire isn’t part of the western alliance. He searched several pages until he found it. “It’s independent and rarely deals with the Council”

“Why would Orin live there?” I asked. The name meant nothing to me, but there were still territories I’d never visited. Orin had disappeared from Council records seventeen years ago. Ravenspire

could explain how he’d managed it.

Halvon leaned back in his chair. “Ravenspire doesn’t ask many questions.” The Council rarely paid attention to the territory. “My father knew he could live there without attracting attention.”

Caius remained beside me. “Why was he hiding?” Orin had spent seventeen years avoiding the Council and anyone who might search its records. That was too long to be only about privacy.

Halvon took a moment before answering. “Someone was looking for him.” Orin had become careful about where he traveled and who knew his location. “He believed someone discovered he

was still alive.”

I thought about the Keepers who had chosen Varen centuries ago. If their families survived, Orin might have known they were still protecting the same secrets. Someone could have spent years searching for him because of what he knew. Finding him had become more important.

“Who was looking for him?” I asked. There had already been enough secrets between these families. If Orin feared someone finding him, I wanted to know who. Halvon was our best chance

of learning that now.

Halvon looked directly at me. “He never gave me a name.” His father had only warned him that old loyalties survived through generations. “He believed some families still followed what Varen

started.”

Vaela came closer inside me. The letter had warned that not every Keeper protected me, and now

Waging to be found

that warning mattered even more. Varen was dead, but the beliefs he’d created could have survived him. We needed to know which families had carried them forward.

“Was Maelor one of them?” I asked. He’d helped place me into protected sleep, yet his Keeper record didn’t show a broken oath. If he’d acted against Varen, the records should have shown it.

Halvon could finally explain why they didn’t.

Halvon shook his head. “Maetor hid what he did.” The Keeper order never discovered that he’d helped Orin and Evander’s grandfather. “They believed he remained loyal until his death.”

Pryor looked down at Maelor’s name. “Then that’s why there was no mark.” He made a note beside the entry. “Nobody discovered his part in hiding Isla.”

“Did Maelor leave anything behind?” I asked. If he’d helped create the chamber, he might have known more about my protected sleep than anyone else. His descendants could have inherited that knowledge. I wanted to know whether Orin had ever mentioned them.

Halvon considered the question. “My father believed Maelor’s bloodline survived.” He had never been told where the descendants lived or what name they used. “Orin refused to tell me more.”

Pryor opened the Keeper record again. “Then the Seraths may have changed their family name.” He checked the later entries before turning another page. “That would explain why their name disappears.”

“Will

your

father talk to us?” I asked. Finding him wouldn’t help if he refused to answer anything. He’d spent seventeen years avoiding the Council and keeping his location hidden. I needed to know whether seeing me would change that.

Halvon’s expression changed. “He’ll speak to you.” There was certainty in his answer. “He’s been waiting for you.”

I stared at him. Orin had checked on me when I was five, then disappeared from every record Pryor could find. He’d known I’d survived and still hadn’t contacted me. I couldn’t understand why waiting had been so important.

“Then why didn’t he come to me?” I asked. News about me had traveled through the territories for months. Orin could have found Wraithbone if he’d wanted to. Instead, he’d remained hidden.

Halvon stayed where he was. “Because you had to find him.” His father believed approaching me would repeat the mistakes the Keepers had made centuries ago. “He wanted the choice to be yours.”

I understood what he meant, even if I didn’t completely agree with it. Orin had watched from a distance and waited for me to start searching on my own. Everything we’d uncovered had

Wating to be found

eventually led us to Halvon. Now Halvon could lead us to his father.

Caius picked up the black box. “We’re going to Ravenspire.” Finding Orin mattered more than anything else we could learn here. “We leave tomorrow morning.”

Halvon turned toward Caius. “I’ll take you to where I met him.” He knew the route and wouldn’t need to ask anyone in Ravenspire for directions. “If he’s still there, we’ll find him.”

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