The Wolf King's Luna

Chapter 52 CHAPTER 52

DAMON.

When did she get six guards in here?

I thought she only came with two.

How come I wasn't told about this?

"Wrong thing to be focused on," my wolf remarks.

Right, of course.

Angry wolf mob.

Got it.

"Who are you?" Mason asks her.

"The Falcon," she answered.

"The Falcon is dead."

"As you can see, I am not."

"She is The Falcon," Craig confirms.

"Prove it. Tell me something that is going to happen to me."

"Really?" she asks. "Is that what you want? For me to tell you about your future? Are you sure you can handle it?"

Mason looks unnerved by the question. He probably thought she would balk at the challenge.

The joke's on him.

"I am sure."

She smiles at him before walking up to the gate, joining my mother.

"I can assure you of this. Only once, would you enter these grounds, and it will be on the last day of the next month. Not a day sooner and not a day after."

"What kind of prophecy is that?" he snaps.

"Not a prophecy. It is a done deal. I have seen it. So do yourself a favor, go home, before you lose any shred of dignity you have left."

"Not without our women," someone shouts from the crowd.

"Your women are dead!" she snaps. "And if you don't start taking better care of your security, you will lose even more people. Leave this place."

The last sentence is said with so much animosity and anger it makes me do a double-take.

"How are we going to get their bodies back?" another Alpha asks.

"They will be delivered at the central morgue," I answer. "Pick them up there."

It takes a while but the crowd soon disperses and my gate is free once again.

"Whew! That was close," Monroe says.

"I am already exhausted," Tobias adds.

I walk up to The Falcon and say, "That was a reckless thing to do, exposing yourself like that, but then again, you must already know that. If The Collector didn't know you were alive before he certainly knows now."

"It is about time I stopped hiding anyway."

"If you say so." I then turn to my mother and take her into a tight hug. "Thank you, Mom, that was a really brave thing to do," I say.

"You might be a big scary Alpha now, but to me, you will always be my little cub," she replies.

"A little cub that can lift you off your feet without sweat," I say before doing exactly that.

I twirl her around, ignoring her cries to be put down until she pinches me.

"Ouch. Mother," I exclaim.

"Serves you right. Come on, let's all go in now, your mate was beside herself with worry. I had to threaten her that I would tie her up if she didn't stay put."

"You have a mate?" Vance asks, making us all freeze.

Oh shit.

I had forgotten he was still here.

Mother looks at me in apology, clearly not registering his presence too.

"Yes, I do."

"Congratulations. Why haven't you announced it yet?"

"She is a shy one, not comfortable with strangers. Once we are ready, we will announce it to all. Until then, I would appreciate your silence," I tell him.

Technically, it is not a lie.

"Of course, I understand that. I have to go now, I didn't plan on staying long anyway. We can continue our discussions later."

That was a close call.

"That works well with me."

"I will take the corpses with me," he says.

"Of course. Ryder, " I call.

"Yes, Alpha."

"Please take Alpha Vance's Beta to the morgue to identify and get his people."

"Yes, Alpha."

It doesn't take long until they appear with some helpers who are pushing three rolling beds. Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

They load them into the trim of his car and he gets in.

"Thank you for having me," he says before the car drives off.

I watch him go with a mix of confusion and annoyance.

He is not at all what I expected.

I get that he might be trying to change, but he is still the one who hurt Cathy. The one who watched as she was abused daily and did nothing.

I honestly don't know how to feel about all this.

"Well, this was an interesting day," Monroe remarks.

"Hmm. Alpha Vance is not what I expected at all," Craig follows up.

"People are not just black and white Craig. We are made of both the good and the bad, one doesn't cancel out the other," Tobias remarks.

"Fair point."

"Shall we go inside now?" Mother asks before leaving, not bothering to wait for an answer.

Without another word, we all follow.

UNKNOWN AREA.

THE COLLECTOR.

Crash.

Crash, boom, crash.

Foolish, stupid, useless wolves.

All that planning, all the scheming, all the death!

Nothing.

Not a single blood spilled.

"HOW DOES THAT MAKE SENSE?!" I roar.

Ah. The Falcon.

The Falcon is a woman.

Well played.

Very well played.

She must have seen it ahead of my planning. She must have been the one who had given Damon those resources used to guard against me.

But she made a mistake, she revealed herself.

Now I know what she looks like.

But this insult cannot stand.

I need to hit Damon where it would hurt. And since I can't get to him, I will just get to those close to him.

Hmm, the pretty boy from the Skylight pack. His mate is the female warrior from Damon's pack.

He would be a fine addition to my collection.