Chapter 65
Two gammas bowed low as Rolf and Lydia approached the double doors. They pushed them open, revealing the grand court beyond. The other seven alphas of the Eastern werewolf packs were already present with their betas and a handful of gammas. The hall was packed, thick with the mingled scents of different packs—pine, musk, damp earth, and forest. As Rolf and his Luna entered, every beta and gamma rose to their feet and bowed. He marched to his central seat, dropped into it and gave a curt wave of his hand.
“Sit,” he commanded.
He had avoided court ever since Derek’s humiliating visit to Moonfang. The other alphas had been hounding him for answers, demanding to know why their economy was collapsing and why the Lycan King had suddenly turned his attention their way again. The news of the Lycan King’s visit had spread like a plague. But Rolf had called this meeting for one reason only.
“Thank you all for honouring my invitation,” he began.
Alpha George of Storm Forest cleared his throat, clearly in no mood for pleasantries. “Alpha Rolf, let’s forgo the circles. What is going on? Your dealings with the Lycan King are bleeding us dry, and you’ve been silent for a month. We deserve answers p>
A murmur of agreement rippled through the room as the other Alphas nodded.
Rolf sighed, keeping his face carefully expressionless. “As you are all painfully aware, King Derek is at it again. He intends to crush our spirit by crumbling our economy with these new tariffs and impossible tax rates. And despite what you might all think, I did nothing to warrant this hostility p>
“But we heard there was deceit,” Alpha Zev countered, narrowing his eyes. “That you tried to trick him p>
“I did no such thing,” Rolf snapped, his eyes flashing. “He demanded my first-born daughter, and I delivered her. But because the King is as arrogant as he is ignorant, he assumed I only had one. He chose to label the existence of my wolfless daughter as ’deceit’ simply because she wasn’t what he expected p>
The Alphas looked at one another, their scepticism clear, but none dared call him a liar to his face.
“Which is why I have called you here,” Rolf continued, sensing the dip in the room’s energy. “It is time we stopped begging for scraps from the Lycan table. It is time we took the power back into our own hands p>
“And how exactly do you propose we do that?” Alpha Rowan of the Shadow Pack asked.
Rolf sat up straighter, his gaze sweeping the room. “I am suggesting we declare war p>
The silence that followed was loud. For a heartbeat, even the sound of breathing seemed to stop as the Alphas stared at Rolf in stunned disbelief.
“Have you lost your mind, Rolf?” George asked, his voice trembling with incredulity. “The last war ended only two years ago. We are still burying our dead. We’ve lost far too many people to that King already. You expect us to march back into the slaughterhouse p>
“He’s right,” Alpha Randon of Moon Valley added, his voice grim. “Derek Wolfe is a butcher. He has the resources and the sheer brutality to wipe us off the map p>
“What if we sought support from the Northern and Western packs?” Alpha Rico of the Blue Rock Pack suggested, his eyes darting around the room. “The last time, we fought in isolation, and maybe that was why he won. The population of those cursed Lycans is a pittance compared to ours if we truly unite p>
The court erupted into chaos. Voices clashed as the alphas argued, some leaning toward Rolf, others too scarred by the last war to even consider it.
“I lost my Luna to that senseless war!” George bellowed over the noise, his face flushed with grief and rage. “I will have no part in anything that provokes that deranged King p>
Rolf watched them in silence as the arguments raged. He glanced at Lydia. Her lips curved in the smallest smile, and she gave him a single nod.
“ORDER!” Rolf roared.
The court did not settle at once, but slowly, the shouting died down until every eye was fixed on him once more.
“Cowards,” Rolf spat, the word dripping with contempt. “I look around this room and I see nothing but cowardly men. The law of the jungle is simple: whoever defeats the King becomes the King of the jungle. We used to be at the pinnacle of the food chain! Lycans were nothing but a freakish, cursed sub-species. Since when did we become so terrified of them? They defeated us once, and so what? We should just sit here and let that boy terrorise us until we rot p>
George stood up, his chair scraping harshly against the floor. “Present it however you like, Rolf, but I’m out. We are suffering because you keep poking the beast. I won’t lead my people to a grave because of your ego p>
“You’ve grown old and soft, George,” Rolf replied, waving him off like an annoying fly. “I understand your fear p>
“You think this is about fear?” George challenged. “Need I remind this assembly that the Lycans didn’t just beat us, they annihilated the Umbras? The most lethal creatures to ever walk this realm are gone because of the Wolfes. I am not prodding that monster without cause p>
“But we have cause,” Rolf countered, his voice dropping to a persuasive tone. “Derek has provoked us daily. Today it is my pack; tomorrow it could be any of you. His cruelty is not selective. And who said we go to war immediately? Derek has made plenty of enemies, including within his own court. We can use that to our advantage p>
Silence settled over the hall for a long moment. Then the alphas began whispering among themselves. Rolf could feel the shift in the air—the seductive pull of rebellion was taking hold. George remained standing, clearly hoping the others would see reason. But it looked as though most were already buying into the idea.
“Come now, George,” Rolf called out. “United we stand p>
George shook his head, a look of pity in his eyes. “I will not be a part of this.” He looked at his peers. “If any of you still value the lives of your packs, stand with me. Let’s leave this madness behind p>
At first, no one moved. Then, slowly, one alpha rose, then another, until four of them stood against Rolf’s motion. Fury twisted Rolf’s face.
“Are you really going to betray your own kind?” he hissed.
Lydia reached out and touched his arm, leaning close to whisper something in his ear. Whatever she said made his shoulders relax visibly. He turned back to the alphas.
“I don’t see how this works, Alpha Rolf,” Alpha Rowan said, looking genuinely apologetic. “We don’t have the fire-power p>
“What if we pledged our allegiance to Tyron?” Rolf asked.
The name hit the room like ice water, causing another wave of silence. The alphas stared at him as if he’d just summoned a demon. Everyone knew the legend of Tyron, the King of the Shadow Wolves, the Umbras. During the Great War, King Marcus Wolfe had managed to bind Tyron’s power and purge his kind, giving the Lycans their lasting dominance.
Alpha George let out a dry, humourless chuckle. “Please, Rolf. We all know Tyron is powerless without a Nexus to anchor him, and there hasn’t been a Nexus seen in years p>
“What if I told you there is a Nexus?” Lydia asked, her voice carrying clearly across the hall. Every head snapped toward her. She leaned back in her seat, a satisfied smile spreading across her face. “What if the Nexus is already within our reach p>