The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59: The Meeting of Wolves

Draven.

The woods were darker than usual tonight.

Not because of the absence of the moon—it was full and heavy, watching from above—but because of the air. Thick. Suffocating. Charged.

The moment I stepped into the forest clearing at the east end of Duskmoor, all eyes turned. Warriors, workers, scouts, elders—they were all here.

A crowd of about sixty, some standing shoulder to shoulder, others perched on stones or leaning against tree trunks. Cloaks, jackets, battle-worn leather. A silence that weighed more than words.

Jeffery stood at my right. Dennis was on my left. Wanda lingered on the outer edge, her arms folded, lips pressed into a grim line.

"Ten o’clock sharp," I muttered, checking the silver watch on my wrist. "Good. They listen."

I took a step forward into the centre of the circle, the firelight crackling at my back. freёwebnoѵel.com

"The last body was found Eight mornings ago," I began. "Same as the others. Heart removed. No scent left behind. Whoever did it was skilled—and deliberate."

A quiet growl rippled through the crowd.

"They were one of us," Jeffery added. "All three. Two from South Hollow pack. One from Winterroot. All residing in Duskmoor."

"I don’t care what pack they belonged to," I said. "They were part of this city. Part of our people."

The crowd murmured in agreement. But beneath that murmur lay a bit of fear.

I saw it. In the eyes of the older wolves. In the tightened fists of the younger ones. Even Wanda, for all her cold beauty, wore a trace of unease in her gaze.

"The new rules I set four nights ago remain in place," I continued. "No one walks alone. Not even within the city. Two, minimum. Warriors will now discreetly patrol the outer ring—east, west, and northern sectors—between 7 PM and 3 AM. Jeffery will assign the rotation."

Heads nodded.

I scanned the group. "If anyone knows anything—anything at all—now is the time to speak."

A few beats of silence. Then a hand lifted. A tall man with copper skin and tightly braided hair stepped forward. His voice cracked slightly when he spoke. He introduced himself first before going straight to the point.

"My friend... his name is Ronan Wex. Winterroot bloodline. He has been missing for two days now."

The clearing stilled.

I narrowed my gaze. "When was the last time you saw him?"

"Two nights ago. We were at the Taproot Bar—off Garnel Street. We left together. I took a cab because I needed to get to my night shift at the port on time. He said he would walk to clear his head. Said his place wasn’t far."

"And it’s been two days?" I asked.

"Yes, Alpha. He hasn’t been home. Didn’t show up to work yesterday or today. I have called and texted. No reply."

Jeffery pulled out a notepad from his coat. "Full name, age, and where he lives?"

"Ronan Wex. Twenty-six. Lives in the city’s southeast block—unit 4B. Works at the distribution dock near the port. Day shift."

"Did he mention if he was meeting anyone after he left?" I asked.

The man shook his head. "No, Alpha."

I nodded once, turning to Jeffery. "Get his description and notify our scouts. I want every warehouse, alley, and sector between Garnel and southeast searched before dawn."

"Yes, Alpha," Jeffery said immediately.

"Send a team to the Taproot as well," I added. "Interrogate the bartender. Review the security logs. But make sure to do that discreetly. We can’t have the Duskmoor government on our tails yet."

Then I turned back to the man. "Thank you. We will find him."

He nodded, jaw tight. "Please do, Alpha."

Wanda stepped forward next, her voice laced with confidence. "There is a possibility the humans are watching us. Especially now. They might be baiting us into panic."

"They aren’t just watching," I said coldly. "They are testing boundaries. Pushing slowly. This isn’t random. It’s deliberate."

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