The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 376: Hollow Kin or Hollow King?

Lenny

I followed Seth through the corridors of the pack house, my mind racing through possible scenarios. A rogue attack? Territorial disputes? Financial crisis? Nothing in my experience had prepared me for the kind of fear I’d seen in Seth’s eyes.

When we reached the main entrance, I immediately understood why he’d been so shaken.

In front of the pack house, I saw cars, not just cars but expensive ones. There were at least five of them lined up in front of the pack house.

As if that wasn’t enough, my attention shifted to the group of men stepping out of them.

Everything about them was wrong.

They were dressed like they had walked out of a forgotten age.

They wore clothes that looked as if they belonged in a museum, with rough-hewn leather tunics, jewellery made of bone and stone, and cloaks that seemed to be crafted from animal pelts.

My gaze moved to Elder Eldric standing off to one side, looking more rattled than I’d ever seen him. The old man who had weathered pack wars, territorial disputes, and the recent battle with the Dark One was visibly shaken, his hands trembling slightly as he gripped his walking cane.

The strangers hadn’t noticed my arrival yet, too busy examining our pack house with the kind of critical assessment that made my hackles rise. One of them ran his finger along the marble bannister and made a disapproving sound, as if our modern architecture personally offended him.

Instead of approaching them, I made my way to Elder Eldric first. "What the hell is going on?" I asked.

He shook his head. "They... came out of nowhere. I tried to stall them—"

"Who gave them clearance to enter White Mountain?" I turned to Seth, who was behind me. "Quick, find me Caius, I need to know who allowed clearance to strangers inside our pack."

Seth nodded and hurried away.

Then I turned and approached them with the diplomatic smile I’d perfected over years of working with Ramsey. "Gentlemen, welcome to White Moon Pack. How may we help you today?"

The man who appeared to be their leader turned to face me, and I had to suppress a shudder.

His eyes were completely black—not just the iris, but the entire visible eye, as if someone had filled the sockets with ink. When he looked at me, I felt like he was seeing through my skin to something deeper and more vulnerable underneath.

a blade tucked beneath his hide cloak. He seemed to be sizing me up, and I

carrying an authority that made every instinct I

though it felt like staring

Eldric, and he lowered his gaze, avoiding my eyes.

close family and friends, no one was to know Ramsey was not in

back to

but firm. "If you have pack business to discuss, I’m authorised to handle most matters in his

of chaos and our territories are still unstable from the damage of the Dark One’s influence, our supposed leader

shorter man with similar

Luna. We are Lycans; there is a reason why the Moon Goddess made us different from

took a step towards the man, forcing myself to hold his gaze. I was prepared to reason

seats while we discussed whatever brought

another step closer, close enough that the man would have to crane his neck to maintain eye contact. "If you have nothing better to say than childish insults, then I suggest you leave. Our hospitality doesn’t extend to covering

pushed too far. The man’s black eyes seemed to swirl with something that I

Then he laughed.

know who I am," he said, reaching into a leather pouch at his

coin made of black metal, though it seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it. With a

didn’t recognise. Two crescent moons entwined

and I’m

brows. "The Hollow Kin? What

annoyance as he turned to Elder Eldric, who seemed to be trembling

told these young people about us, Eldric. I wonder if your grandson

he knows," Eldric stuttered. "Please forgive Beta Lenny,

I cut Elder Eldric short, turning to the man. "Here, within these territories, I have orders and laws backing me up. You have no right, whatsoever, to show

something underneath his breath

with balls, but next time, I might not be

important," I said quietly, flashing him a

man chuckled and cleared his throat. "Tell your Lycan Leader," the man continued, "that he has a fortnight to present himself before the Hollow Kin council. Two weeks to explain his recent decisions, his choice of mate, and his fitness to continue leading our kind through

have many questions about her role in recent events, her true nature, and whether she represents a threat to the stability we’ve

Lyla as ’the werewolf woman’ made my teeth