Chapter 139 - Putting Them In Their Place (2/2)

”Hmm. I will leave that to you then. The next topic of attention is the matter of my Queen's assassination. Elder Saros, you are in charge of the Investigative Pack of the Underworld Palace. I want to know who in the Nar realm dared to harm my mate in my presence. I want to know the mastermind behind this incident within a week. This means you have 7 ice nights to prove your worth, Elder Saros.” Ramose's tone was sharp as he addressed the brown elder.

From his manner and speech, it was clear to the Ruling Wolf Pack members that if elder Saros failed to present good results from this investigation of his, his role as the Leader of Shadows would be forfeit.

Cold Sweat slid down Elder Saros's back as he stood and clasped his fists to the Werewolf King.

”Yes, Werewolf King! Leave this matter to me!”

As he recalled his earlier behavior and the Werewolf King's cold gaze, his heart shuddered. The beast sitting before him was no longer the same one that he trained in the Flaming Valley. This wasn't a beast whose growth he oversaw.

This was the King of the Underworld Palace, the beast at whose single declaration could turn him from being a member of the Ruling Wolf Pack to an ordinary wolf of the Underworld Palace. This was the Werewolf King.

”I don't trust you enough to leave the matter to you Saros. After all, this attempt wasn't only an attack aimed at taking my mate's life. It was also an attempt at depriving the Werewolf King of his mate. As such, Olsen will oversee this investigation with you.” Ramose gave the paling brown wolf a final glance before focusing on the grey wolf.

”Elder Truim, the final task will be handed over to you. Before the entire race of the Nar realm, my mate has made a promise to secure safe living environments and consumable food for every beast. She made this promise to every race in the realm and I gave my oath to support her in fulfilling this promise. As the Leader of the Scouting Pack, I am sure you know what you need to do.”

”Yes, Werewolf King. I will see to it that the matter of locating secure environments and food is immediately looked into.” Elder Truim was close to tears when he made the declaration.

The beasts of the Nar realm didn't even have the time to fill the bellies of their race. And yet the Serpentine Queen of his King made a promise to not only fill every beast's belly but also provide them habitable shelters. If it wasn't for the fact that his King's behavior and presence were different from the usual, he would have roared in rage and threatened to resign.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the usual and he had a vague feeling that if he dared to make any objection, the Werewolf King wouldn't hesitate before dismissing him from his position.

Sighing in frustration and pent-up anger, he outwardly enthusiastically accepted the task and inwardly grumbled about the bleak future of the Werewolf Clan.

Ramose keenly observed the expressions of the three elders he assigned the most important three tasks in his immortal life to. As such, the flickering emotions in their eyes were not lost to him. However, he only smirked with a cunning gleam in his eyes.

The net was set and the trap laid. He was only waiting for the prey to fall into it.

”I want you three to get started on these three tasks immediately.” Raising to his feet, he swept his gaze over the rest of the elders before making a stunning declaration that shattered the little semblance of peace the pack managed to collect.

”Elder Helios, I want my mate's welcoming ceremony to be held in the Purple-Radiance Palace of the Ancestral Wolf. That too, within the next ice night. She will be settling there. Is that clear?”

”The Purple-Radiance Palace of the Ancestral Wolf!?” Elder Helios shrieked, his mouth hanging open as his pupils widened in astonishment.

”King Ramose, you can't! That's the Purple-Radiance Palace of the Ancestral Wolf! How can just anyone enter it?” Saros added just as anxiously.

”Werewolf King, we understand that you treasure your mate. However, the Ancestral Wolf's Purple-Radiance Palace isn't a place where a serpentine can enter.” Elder Truim was close to lashing out at the King.

His fists clenched as his temples throbbed, the violent anger surging in his heart close to overwhelming his senses. He shifted his sight from the disappointing King that lost his senses in his affection for his mate, and breathed deeply, trying to calm himself down.

It was one thing to have the werewolves strive to fulfill the promise she made to the beasts of the Nar realm. It was an entirely different matter to host the serpentine's welcoming ceremony in the Purple-Radiance Palace of the Ancestral Wolf.

This was no longer just affection. It was madness, insanity.

For a brief moment, the Leader of the Scouting Pack doubted the Serpentine Queen might have taken possession of his King's mind through forbidden spells. Otherwise, how could he think of such a suggestion, let alone command to do it?

However, if the serpentine were to be such a creature, then she wouldn't have become his King's mate. As such, he banished the wayward thought and turned back to King Ramose with a determined expression.

But the moment his gaze collided with the King's, his heart violently lurched forward, almost as if it was about to leap out of his chest.

King Ramose's gaze was dangerously cold. So cold in fact, that Truim felt his own body shiver and his heart freeze under the frigid gaze.

”Elder Truim, make yourself clear. When you said 'it isn't a place where a serpentine can enter', what did you mean?”