Chapter 5: GATHERING AMONGST LYCANS

The vast, dimly lit hall of the Lycan Council chamber stretched endlessly, its high vaulted ceilings lost in shadows. Pale moonlight filtered through the ancient stained glass windows, casting jagged patterns across the stone floor. It echoed with the sound of muted footsteps as Cove paced at the head of the long, scarred table. His dark gaze was cold, unwavering, yet his body pulsed with a barely contained fury. The air felt thick with tension, the flickering torches casting long, jagged shadows on the stone walls, as if the very room was holding its breath.

Cove stood at the head of the long, weathered oak table, his posture rigid and his expression hard. The lycan heads , the pack’s elite leaders, gathered around him, their unease palpable. They watched him in uneasy silence. Their faces, marked with scars and hardened by battle. This was no ordinary meeting.

Oric, the largest of the Lycan heads, and the Beta of the pack. His presence, a mountain of strength and authority with his broad shoulders and fierce eyes, was the first to speak, breaking the silence. His voice carried a note of disbelief.

"This girl, Lycia.. She’s in our territory?" His voice was a growl, bathed with skepticism. "A thief, No! a human, managed to sneak past our borders without anyone noticing? How? And she wasn’t alone. She had a partner. Who was it? And how did we miss her?”.

Cove stopped pacing, his piercing eyes flashed dangerously, narrowing as he stopped pacing and looked directly at Oric.

"It’s not about how they got here. It’s about what they took, and she knows," he said in a voice that chilled the room. "They’re not just petty thieves. They didn’t come for coins or jewelry. They hold something that could destroy us if it falls into the wrong hands"

Lorcan, the pack’s delta, seated near the center of the table, his scarred face, betraying the concern he felt, leaned forward. "You’re speaking in riddles, Cove. What could a human girl possibly hold that threatens us? She’s just a girl. How much of a threat could she or her accomplice really be?”

Cove’s fist came down hard against the table, the sound reverberating through the hall like thunder. The torches flickered violently, casting wild shadows across the faces of the Lycan heads.

"They took the map, it’s linked to it!," he snarled, his voice thick with frustration.

“Linked to what?” Oric demanded, his tone rising.

"The Bloodmoon Amulet”, Cove said, his words dripping with the gravity of the revelation. They have the map. The one that leads to the Amulet’s resting place” he took a step forward, his gaze sweeping the room. “And now, they know what it is and where it’s hidden."

“Wait….I thought the Amulet was supposed to be a myth, something burried and forgotten for our safety.” Asked Oric.

“The Bloodmoon Amulet isn’t just a relic, it’s a weapon. It’s power, ancient and unmatched. If it falls into the wrong hands, it could mean the end of our kind and everything we’ve built.” Cove said, his voice stern.

A heavy silence fell over the room, the implications of Cove’s words settling over them like a heavy fog. The name of the Bloodmoon Amulet was enough to chill even the most fearless Lycans. A weapon with power that can reshape the world or destroy it. And if it ever got into the wrong hands, especially a mere human, it’s chaos.

Oric’s disbelief turned to anger, his voice thick with disbelief. His sharp eyes scanned the room as if searching for confirmation that this was some cruel joke.

"You’re telling us," he said, his tone rising, "that this human girl and her accomplice , an accomplice we couldn’t catch, now know about something even most of our pack doesn’t? Do you understand what this means, Cove? They’re a threat! What if they’re working for Derek, or worse, Conan. They could destroy us all!”.

Lorcan’s voice, sharp and accusatory.“Exactly. Who’s to say that they could be working for one of them? Derek has been desperate to reclaim his family’s honour. If Derek gets the Amulet, it’ll retire his family’s honour and give him the power to challenge our pack directly. And Conan?” He let out a humourless laugh. “The Amulet would make him unstoppable. He wouldn’t hesitate to burn our lands to ash for a chance at the Amulet. That hunter would use anyone to wipe us out, human or not. Their appearance isn’t just coincidence, Cove. It’s a strategy. She’s a spy”.

“No, Derek wouldn’t stoop so low to send a human into our lands. He’s a traitor, yes, but he still has his pride and knows the laws” And besides he would have devoured her at first glance”, Oric said mockingly, his voice rough like gravel.

“And Conan?”Lorcan challenged.

“Pride doesn’t matter to him. He’d burn our lands to the ground if it meant getting his hands on the amulet”, replied Oric.

Cove’s expression was a mask of indifference, but his eyes glimmered with a predatory sharpness, taking in every detail.

“Should we think it’s an accident that this girl appeared now, just as we’re closing in on it”, said Lunara, the Lycan healer, with her gaze flickering at Cove.

Before anyone could respond, Morrigana’s cold voice sliced through the heavy air like a knife. She had been silent up until now, but the weight of her gaze, sharp and filled with suspicion, turned on Cove. Her eyes burned with envy. For years, she had stood by Cove’s side, watching him fight and lead their pack. Yet he didn’t give her any attention. Now his attention was split, stolen by a mere human girl, and interloper who has no place here.

“Oh, let’s not overestimate her brilliance”, Morrigana said, her voice a silken drawl, leaning casually against the table, accompanied with a disdainful laughter. Her eyes gleamed with mockery as they landed on Cove.

“Let’s assume she’s a brilliant strategist, Derek’s secret weapon or Conan’s master spy, here to outmaneuver us all”. She smirked, the corner of her lips curving cruelly. “Or just maybe, she’s just a desperate little thief who stumbled into something far beyond her comprehension. Either way, she’s your mess, Cove. So tell us, what do you plan to clean it up?”

Cove’s expression remained cold, but the sharp set of his jaw betrayed the storm brewing beneath his calm exterior. Cove’s eyes flickering at Morrigana, his expression hardening as he took a step forward. She had always been there, loyal and protective. But her speech was something he couldn’t afford to address how. Not when the Amulet, the key to their survival, was at risk.

The silence stretched, heavy and thick, until Cove finally spoke, his voice low and predatory. "You can think what you want, Morrigana. It doesn’t matter who she’s working for”, he said, voice low and lethal. “She’s here. She knows too much. That makes her dangerous.”

The other Lycan heads shifted uncomfortably, glancing between Morrigana and Cove, as the tension in the room escalated. Morrigana’s loyalty to Cove was unquestionable, but her words, filled with underlying bitterness, cut through the moment like a blade.

Cove turned his predatory gaze to Oric, his words cutting like a whip.

“But if you’re so certain she’s a spy, Oric. Tell me, why didn’t you stop her? Why didn’t you or anyone notice her crossing our borders?”.

The accusation hung in the air, rendering the room silent without any rebuttal. The room seemed to grow colder, the Lycan heads exchanging uneasy glances, but no one dared to speak.

Cove straightened, his presence commanding the room. “She’s in my territory now, under my watch. Whatever her intentions, I’ll find out. And if she’s working for Derek or Conan..” His voice dropped to a deadly whisper.

“She’ll regret ever stepping foot on Lycan territory”