Semua Bab THE PROMISED SAVIOUR : Bab 41 - Bab 50

The Great Hall in Lunarville's Alphahold was shrouded in an air of solemnity, the weight of the clan's fate hanging precariously in the balance. The councillors, seated around the long wooden table, wore grave expressions, their eyes etched with concern. Discomfort clung to the atmosphere like a damp mist, heavy with unspoken fears.Thane's seat at the head of the table was empty, but all the other Councillors were seated. A few of them were exchanging worried whispers in hushed tones. Councillor Tudor's voice was barely audible, but his words sent a ripple of unease through the gathering. "It would seem that their next move is a full-scale attack..." His eyes darted nervously around the table, while those who heard his remark nodded gravely. "We will have to do something about this Villapaw nuisance once and for all." The Chief scout, seated just beside him, added. Chief Candar's face was pale, his brow furrowed in worry. "And on top of it all, there's no sign of the Promised child,

LUNARVILLE CLANThe evening air was serenaded by a soft wind as the day drew to a close. The scent of roasting meat and baking bread wafted through the air, mingling with the sound of children's giggles and their parents' voices calling them in for dinner.A young messenger, clad in the traditional attire of the Lunarville runners, stood in the courtyard of the Alphahold with a quiet sense of purpose. He stood there for a while, before the door to the living room was opened by a guard standing in front of it. Inside, Thane was seated on a couch, studying a piece of paper by the glowing fire in the chimney. The messenger bowed deeply to him. "Alpha Thane," he began, his voice low and respectful. "Councillor Tudor, the Chief Scout, and Chief Candar have returned from the Heartwood Forest."Thane looked up sharply. "How soon can they come in?""In fifteen minutes, Sir, they went to their houses for a bit of food and a change of clothes." Thane nodded. "Let them get here soon as they're

RAVENHURST CLANThe winding road that led to Ravenhurst's Alphahold bustled with life as the warm sunlight cast a golden glow on the landscape. Thane smiled wistfullu he strolled along. The scene used to be a very familiar one, but it had been two years since his last visit, and the surroundings appeared a bit strange.Passers-by greeted him with respectful nods and bows - his attire, adorned with the intricate silver embroidery that signified his status as an Alpha, commanded attention and reverence. Councillor Tudor and two wardens walked with him, their small entourage exuding an aura of authority and power. News of Thane's arrival preceded him, such that by the time he got to the Alphahold, it was already abuzz with activity. In the spacious sitting room, Alpha Asher, Luna Poebele, Cormac, and a young woman stood, smiling graciously as Thane and Councillor Gallum walked in. "Greetings, Alpha Thane," Alpha Asher said, walking towards Thane and stretching his hand for a handshake.

LUNARVILLE CLANThe sitting room was bathed in the soft, warm glow of candles, their flickering flames casting a tranquil ambiance over the space. The room was quiet, the only sound the occasional crackle of the fire in the hearth. Thane sat on a plush armchair, his eyes fixed on the floor as he listened intently to Aurora, the Chief Scout, who sat facing him. Her expression was somber, her voice low and measured as she delivered her report."You mean there is no credible news, then?" Thane asked when she had finished. Aurora's voice was firm but apologetic. "I'm afraid not, my Alpha. But we will continue to ask around and search. It'll only be a matter of time before we hear something."Thane nodded gravely, his eyes narrowing slightly. "What about Villapaw? Did you extend your search there?" Aurora heaved a sigh. "Yes, we did. Discreetly, though. Our spies there have heard no news about Lylah over the years." Thane's face fell, his shoulders sagging in disappointment. "Very well,

Through the bedroom window, which directly overlooked the perfectly manicured lawns of the building, Lylah gazed out, feeling the warm sunlight cast a golden glow over her face as the sun began to set. The scent of freshly cut grass wafted in, mingling in with the faint hint of disinfectant that lingered in the air. Her thoughts were a jumble of concerns, centered around Kael, who was playing excitedly on the floor, surrounded by a scattering of toys, oblivious to his mother's worries. He looked so happy, the soft hum of his toy car punctuating the silence as he rode it back and forth. Occasionally he would giggle and mutter to himself, the sound of his voice creating a sense of tranquility that Lylah couldn't quite grasp. She felt like an outsider, watching her son's carefree happiness through a pane of glass. For a moment Lylah was tempted to adopt Kael's reality and pretend that all was well, they weren't trapped in a building far away in New York City, with mysterious forces con