The Lightning Wolf Chronicles (Evelyn and Nadia) novel Chapter 92

Chapter 92: She Is a Warrior Who Has Undergone Rigorous Training

Evelyn’s POV

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The projection device hummed to life, revealing a detailed 3D model of the cast and surrounding area. My eyes widened as I recognized what I was seeing – it was an advanced version of the crude diagram I’d made with utensils and pebbles on Adam’s terrace. Now it appeared as a sophisticated engineering

model with tunnels, safety measures, and details I’d never even thought of.

“Only those in this room know these specifics,” Conrad said. “Various rumors about our security will continue to circulate, creating a smokescreen that will

confuse potential enemies.”

He’d barely finished when an elder with thinning gray hair jabbed a finger in my direction. “What about her?” His voice dripped with disdain. “How can we

trust she won’t leak information? Or if captured, how long would someone so small last under torture? A minute or two?”

I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to vault across the table and show him exactly what I was capable of. I was sick of people using my size against me, like being short somehow made me incompetent.

Taric cleared his throat – either warning me to stay calm or preparing to speak. Elder, his deep voice commanded attention, “this warrior has endured more

than you can imagine. More importantly, she created the core concept of this defense plan you’re admiring. She considered almost every contingency we ve implemented.”

Some elders still looked skeptical as they glanced between me and the model, but was too fascinated to care. I watched in amazement as Taric and Conrad

walked through each section, explaining the construction plans and security measures. They’d transformed my basic idea into something incredible.

perfecting areas I’d only roughly sketched and adding elements I’d never considered. Knowing I’d contributed to something this important filled me with

quiet pride.

“The key is unpredictability,” Taric explained, pointing to different sections. “Evelyn’s design uses our terrain’s natural advantages, integrating defenses so seamlessly that enemies can’t pinpoint guard positions or traps, even if they know the general layout.”

I watched the elders’ expressions shift from doubt to serious consideration. This was real leadership – not forcing others to accept your view through authority, but earning respect by demonstrating competence. No matter how much they’d initially dismissed me, my ideas were changing their perception.

When the meeting finally ended, my brain felt overloaded from a full day of strategy discussions and political maneuvering. As we filed out, I noticed the women already whispering excitedly about tonight’s ball – clearly what they’d been waiting for all day.

“Want me to walk you back to your room? Alistair asked, a teasing glint in his exe as he noticed my exhaustion.

“Thanks, but I need some alone time,” I said. “After being surrounded by voices a day, I could use some quiet.”

He nodded. ‘Don’t get lost. The castle’s trickier than it looks. Be at Mom’s suite six she’s got a whole team waiting to transform you for the ball.

I gave him a tired smile. Sounds like another battle.”

The castle corridors were peaceful, with thick carpets that muffled my footsteps,ght streamed through stained glass, painting colorful patterns on the stone floors. Ancient murals lined the walls, depicting werewolf history without by explanatory text. You could feel the weight of centuries just by looking

at them.

As I wandered, my thoughts drifted to today’s meetings. The elders suspicious ces, Samuels arrogance, the constant political undercurrents these weren’t challenges I’d expected. What surprised me most was how Nathan had ten my casual tabletop model and developed it into something so sophisticated.

A faint noise interrupted my thoughts. It came from a half-open door ahead ift for my unusually sharp hearing. I might have missed it completely. I was about to walk past, not wanting to invade anyone’s privacy, but as I got closet, 1cognized Alistair’s recreation room. The sounds were clearer now – hushed voices, rustling clothes, quiet breathing.

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I hesitated. No one was supposed to be in here. After a moment’s consideration. gently pushed the door open just enough to make my presence known without fully intruding.

“Evelyn!” Alistair sounded shocked as he quickly put distance between himself and the person beside him a handsome young man around his age. “What are you doing here?”

They both looked flustered. Alistair’s normally immaculate suit jacket was rumpled, his shirt untucked in places. They’d clearly been in the middle of something intimate, and I’d become the unwelcome interruption.

I was just walking by and heard noises,” I stammered, feeling my face heat up. I was worried since nobody’s supposed to be in here… but you’re clearly… fine…” My voice trailed off awkwardly.

“It’s okay,” Alistair took a deep breath, his expression flickering with nervousness before settling. “Since you’ve already seen us, I should introduce you to Rowan.” He turned to the young man with a tenderness I’d never seen before. “He’s my mate.”

Rowan nodded politely. “Nice to finally meet you. Alistair talks about you a lot.”

A realization suddenly clicked. ‘Wait, is this why everyone’s so weird about you finding a mate? Because you chose a guy?”,

Rowan laughed a rich, warm sound. “Smart girl. Traditional wolf society isn’t exactly open-minded, especially for someone in the prince’s position.”

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