The Alpha King And His Chosen Luna novel Chapter 300

The Road to Ravenspire

The Road to Ravenspire

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We left Halvon’s territory early the next morning. Halvon traveled with us while Pryor, Zeron, and/ Raith came as well. Caius kept the black box with him, and Pryor carried the records we’d need if Orin started giving us names. By the time we crossed the western alliance border, I was ready to finally meet the wolf who had helped hide me.

Ravenspire looked different from the territories we’d crossed before reaching it. There were no Council markers along the road and no guards waiting at a formal border. A few wolves noticed us, passing, but none approached. Halvon seemed familiar with the route.

“How much farther?” I asked. We’d already traveled for hours since leaving his territory. The road ahead disappeared between two hills. I couldn’t see anything beyond them.

Halvon pointed toward the higher one. “Another hour from there.” His father hadn’t lived inside Ravenspire itself. “He chose a place beyond the main settlement.”

Caius studied the land ahead. “Does Ravenspire know he’s there?” He had been watching the wolves we passed since entering the territory. None seemed concerned about strangers traveling

through.

Halvon shook his head. “Some probably do.” Ravenspire had always allowed wolves to live outside its main settlements without demanding much from them. “Nobody cared enough to question

him.”

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That explained why Orin had chosen this place. He could remain among wolves without becoming part a pack that kept records of everyone living within its borders. The Council wouldn’t have any reason to search here either. Seventeen years could pass easily if nobody was keeping track.

‘He knew how to disappear, Vaela said.

There was curiosity in her voice rather than concern. I wondered what she would think when we finally stood face to face with Orin.

‘He’d done it before,’ I answered. Orin had hidden his connection to my protected sleep for centuries. Disappearing from Council records seventeen years ago probably hadn’t been difficult for him. The harder question was why he’d needed to do it then.

We continued beyond the hills until the road became narrower. Trees covered most of the land now, with only occasional houses appearing between them. Halvon eventually directed us away from the main road. We followed a smaller path deeper into the territory.

The Road to Ravenspire

Pryor looked around as we traveled. “There aren’t any settlements marked this far north.” The rop

he’d brought showed nothing except forest beyond this point. “Whatever is out here isn’t in Council

records.”

Halvon continued ahead. “That’s why my father chose it.” He’d apparently brought Halvor along, this same path three months earlier. “We’re close now.”

I looked toward Caius. He hadn’t said much since we’d entered Ravenspire, but I knew he was watching everything. Zeron and Raith were doing the same behind us. None of us knew what we

would find at the end of this path.

The trees finally opened into a large clearing. A small stone house stood near the other side with a second building farther behind it. There were no other homes nearby. Nothing about the place suggested someone had lived there for seventeen years protecting an old secret.

“That’s it?” I asked. I had expected something more difficult to reach after everything Halvon told us. Instead, the house looked completely ordinary. Maybe that was the point.

Halvon stopped. “That’s where I saw him.” He hadn’t contacted Orin before bringing us here. “If he hasn’t moved, he’ll be inside.”

Caius stepped closer to me. “Stay beside me.” His attention moved toward the second building behind the house. “We don’t know what he’s guarding.”

nodded and followed him toward the house. Halvon walked several steps ahead while Pryor remained behind us with Zeron and Raith. Vaela became more aware with every step. I could feel her searching for something familiar.

‘Anything?’ I asked. She had recognized things connected to my past before I understood them myself. If something here carried memories from three centuries ago, I wondered whether she

could feel it.

‘Not yet,’ Vaela answered. She remained near the surface as we approached the house. ‘But someone is inside.’ I felt it too a moment later.

Halvon stopped outside the door. He didn’t knock immediately. Something about returning here seemed different for him now that we were standing behind him. Then he raised his hand.

“Father.” Halvon knocked three times. He waited before trying again. “It’s me.”

Nothing happened for several seconds. I heard movement somewhere inside, then footsteps approaching the door. Vaela became completely focused. My own attention followed hers.

The door opened.

The man standing there had dark hair mixed with gray and looked older than Halvon, though not

The Road to Ravenspire

nearly old enough to have lived three centuries. That meant very little among wolves who had found ways to extend their lives. His eyes went first to his son. Then they found me.

Orin didn’t speak. His attention stayed on my face as though he’d been expecting to see it again. I remembered Helene describing the dark haired stranger who had come to Ashcrest when I was five. The wolf standing before me had to be him.

“Orin Valdyr?” I asked. There were hundreds of questions I could have started with. His name seemed like the simplest place. I wanted to hear him confirm it himself.

Orin finally moved. “Islalienne.” Hearing my full name from him affected me more than I expected.

“You found me.”

I held his gaze. He didn’t seem surprised to see me, which meant Halvon had been right. Orin really had been waiting. I wasn’t sure whether that made me angry or curious.

“You knew I would?” I asked. He’d left me to uncover three centuries of secrets without knowing where they would lead. Now I wanted to understand why. I wanted to know what he’d expected

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