The Wolf King's Luna novel Chapter 77

BLACKWATER PACK

DAMON

A surge of concern hit me. "Right, Cathy and the rest. We need to check on them." We made our way to the safe place where Cathy and the rest of the pack members who aren't warriors were kept. The relief that washed over me when I saw them unharmed was palpable.

"Cathy, are you okay?" I asked, my eyes searching hers for any sign of distress.

She nodded. "I'm fine, Damon. I was so worried. I'm glad you're okay."

"I made sure they were safe," Mia chipped in, holding onto my arms.

"I'm so happy you're okay, Damon. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you." She said, and looking at Cathy's face, I could see she wasn't comfortable, so I quickly detangled myself without making it very obvious.

"I'm okay, Mia; we should be worried about the wounded pack members."

With Cathy safe, our attention turned to the wounded pack members. The healing process had just begun, both physically and emotionally. As we tended to injuries, Faye questioned, "Alpha Damon, what's our next move? Do we pursue the rogues, or do we fortify our defenses?"

I considered the options. "For now, let's focus on fortifying our defenses. We've dealt them a significant blow tonight, but we need to remain vigilant. I'll send scouts to monitor their movements."

MIA

Fury boiled within me as I confronted the rogues who had failed in their assigned task. The moon hung high, casting a gloomy light on our hidden meeting ground. These rogues, whom I had paid handsomely to eliminate Catherine, now kneel before me, their failure a stain on my plans.

"You imbeciles! I paid you a hefty sum to complete a simple task, and yet Catherine still breathes, and Blackwater Pack stands  unbroken."My voice sliced through the tense air like a blade.

The Rogue Alpha, bearing scars that hinted at past battles, kneeled before me, avoiding direct eye contact.

"We tried, Mia. But that pack—they're more resilient than we anticipated. Damon is a formidable Alpha."

I scoffed, my disdain evident. "Resilient? Formidable? You were supposed to eliminate her, not make feeble excuses! Do you know the inconvenience you've caused me?"

The Rogue Alpha, nervously scratching at a scar on his forearm, stammered, "We'll try again, Mia. We just need more time."

My eyes narrowed, and my patience waned. "Time is a luxury we don't have. I gave you a task, and you failed me. You understand the consequences."

The Rogue Alpha, desperate and filled with fear, pleaded, "Mia, please. Give us another chance. We'll ensure Catherine doesn't survive the next attempt."

I circled him, a predator assessing its prey. "Another chance? You had your chance, and you blew it. I can't afford to make any more mistakes. My plans hinge on Catherine's demise, and I won't tolerate further incompetence."

The Rogue Alpha swallowed hard; the weight of my displeasure was evident. "Mia, we'll do whatever it takes. We'll regroup, plan better, and ensure she doesn't see another day."

I considered his plea momentarily. "Fine, but this is your last chance. If you fail again, I won't hesitate to erase you and your entire pack from existence. Am I clear?"

The rogue Alpha nodded vigorously, beads of sweat dripping down his face. "Crystal clear, Mia. We won't disappoint you again."

As I walked away, my frustration lingered like a storm cloud. The rogues, left to contemplate the weight of their impending task, exchanged uneasy glances. The moon above bore witness to the unfolding drama, its pale light casting shadows on the determined but apprehensive faces.

Days passed, and my impatience grew. The rogues had assured me they were ready for a second attempt, but doubt gnawed at my confidence. Summoning the Rogue Alpha once more, our meeting took place in the secrecy of the night.

"You're running out of chances, Mia," the Rogue Alpha said, desperation etched in his voice.