Chapter 37 - HIS NIECE (1/2)
There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds…
-Laurel K. Hamilton-
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Anthony, the alpha of River Silver pack stood at the edge of their pack's border to welcome the refugees of the Red Moon pack, the pack of werewolves in the south that was obliterated by Chaos.
It took them a while before they could reach this pack, since most of the remaining members of the Red Moon pack were children and older women.
Anthony had sent a few people to fetch them, yet it was hard to mobilize dozens of people without being noticed.
Their problem was not only with humans, but also with the other packs, since they needed to ask permission to pass their territory with a lot of people like this.
Sure enough, once they started residing in his pack and became his pack members, another problem would arise; they needed more land to accommodate them.
The only thing that consoled him was the fact that this pack had many young children, boys especially, whom he could teach to be warriors. They needed that to protect their border, or else they wouldn't be the biggest pack in this realm and would have collapsed a long time ago, as there were many blood battles over a territory...
”This could be our doom,” Mateo said. He disagreed with the idea of sheltering those refugees, but Anthony insisted, because Red Moon pack was the pack of his mate, though her family were long gone, but there were a few people that she knew. ”We don't have enough space for them,” Mateo grumbled.
Mateo was Anthony's second in command. In other words, he was the beta of the pack.
Three big vans arrived and once the doors were opened, many confused and scared faces were revealed, as their owners walked out of the vehicle.
”We will think about that later.” Anthony couldn't come up with a better solution except to expand their territory, but for that there would be more sacrifices to make.
Later at night, a survivor from the massacre that Chaos had unleashed told Anthony that Chaos came with a young girl shifter, a white wolf.
He managed to survive because he was a coward, and was hiding behind the snow.
”A white wolf?” Anthony rose to his feet. ”Bring her to me now.” The white wolf could be his brother's daughter. His niece.
If Chaos really took hold of his niece, then he wouldn't let it slide until he got her back.
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Lise was woken up by the rustling sounds, seemingly made by a nurse, who just changed her IV drip. The nurse didn't realize that the girl had opened her eyes because she left hurriedly. The tension inside the room was too hard for her to bear because of a certain someone, who was sitting on the couch and had his intense stare focused on the girl.
”Good morning sunshine,” Gael greeted Lise, once the nurse had left them alone. He stood up and approached her. ”How are you feeling now?”
He looked disheveled, with his hair jutting in several directions, as if he had been pulling his hair the whole night.
But, Lise realized that he had changed his clothes.
”Dying,” she replied curtly.
At first, Lise thought Gael would retort her sarcastic answer, or even throw some lewd and disgusting comment which he always did, but somehow, he kept his lips sealed and poured a glass of water for her instead.