Shadows and Accusations
The lockdown sent waves of unease rippling through the pack. Visiting Alphas, initially drawn by the promise of celebration, now bristled under suspicion and confinement.
In the courtyard, Elyra of the Silver Moon Pack confronted Draven. Her silver eyes glinted like ice as she folded her arms. “You brought us here to celebrate,” she snapped, her voice sharp enough to cut, “but instead, we’re locked in a fortress, treated like suspects. What kind of Alpha loses control of his own pack?”
Draven’s amber eyes flashed, and a low growl rumbled in his chest. But before he could respond, Isla stepped forward, her voice calm but commanding. “If you don’t feel safe, Elyra, you’re free to leave. But don’t mistake caution for weakness.”
Elyra’s gaze flickered to Isla, irritation mingling with respect. She said nothing more and turned on her heel, her silver cloak sweeping dramatically behind her.
Later, during a tense meeting in the war room, Alpha Garren of the Iron Fang Pack wasn’t as tactful. His bulky frame leaned over the table as he sneered. “A poisoned Luna. A fractured pack. Maybe you’re not as invincible as you think, Draven.”
The sound of Draven’s fists slamming onto the table silenced the room. His claws extended, scraping against the wood as he rose to his full height. His voice was a low snarl. “Say that again, Garren. See what happens.”
Garren held his ground, but Susan interjected, her voice sharp. “Enough! If any of you have evidence, share it. If not, shut your mouths and let us work.”
The meeting dispersed, tension thick in the air. Back in their quarters, Isla sat on the edge of the bed, her hand resting lightly on her stomach. “Do you think this could be my family?” she asked softly, her silver eyes searching Draven’s.
Draven leaned against the doorframe, his shoulders broad and tense. “Your parents want to be our allies,” he said. “And Seraphine? She’s under constant surveillance.”
Isla frowned, her thoughts swirling. “That hasn’t stopped her before.”
Draven crossed the room, his hands resting on Isla’s shoulders. “Whatever you’re thinking, don’t act on it. And don’t go to her alone, Isla. Promise me that.”
Reluctantly, Isla nodded. But when Draven left to oversee the investigation, the silence of the packhouse became suffocating. Unable to ignore the nagging thought in her mind, Isla called Susan.
“Come with me to the dungeons,” she said, her voice low.
Susan frowned. “Draven told you to stay out of this.”
“Draven isn’t here,” Isla replied firmly, her silver hair glinting in the dim light. “And I need answers.”
