The Alpha’s Fated Outcast: Rise Of The Moonsinger

Chapter 377: No one calls the Alpha...

Lenny

I didn’t go inside the pack house entirely.

I remained at the door, waiting to see what would happen. Korvain stared at the pack house door for a few minutes before turning and heading towards the car.

I watched as the convoy of expensive vehicles pulled away from the pack house, their tinted windows reflecting nothing as they disappeared down the winding driveway.

"They came in cars," I muttered under my breath. "But dressed like prehistoric warlocks."

The moment the last car vanished from sight, Elder Eldric rushed inside the pack house. As soon as he saw me, he ran to my side, his face pale with worry.

"Lenny, you shouldn’t have told them off like that," he said urgently, gripping my arm with surprising strength. "You have no idea who those men really are."

I turned to him, my brows raised. "They were insulting Ramsey and Lyla, Eldric. Calling Lyla a mere werewolf when she practically saved us all. We’ve just survived the darkest times of our lives—if our Alpha wants to take a fucking break after nearly dying with the Dark One, with his pregnant mate, he’s earned it."

My voice carried the edge of frustration that had been building since the strangers arrived. "And what seat of power could be more important than the Lycan Leader’s?"

Eldric looked down, sighed and then said the words that made my stomach turn.

"The Hollow Kin, Lenny. That’s what power is more important."

I stared at him, waiting for an explanation that would make sense of what had just happened.

He glanced around, then lowered his voice. "The Hollow Kin. They’re old. Older than our packs, older than the White Mountain Council. It was a body created before any of us, before the bloodlines of the first Lycans. Their job is to maintain balance and keep our world from slipping too far to either light or darkness."

I scoffed. "Well, they did a fantastic job showing up after the Dark One nearly killed us all."

man sighed deeply, suddenly looking every bit of his age. "They never visit packs directly. For centuries, they’ve maintained their distance, allowing us to govern ourselves without

up and call Ramsey," he continued, his voice taking on an urgent

scoffed, slipping my hands inside my

I’m not calling Ramsey. Not for

"Lenny—"

people were dying, when territories were being destroyed, when the entire world was on the

the patience of someone who’d lived through centuries of Pack politics. "No, Lenny. This is real. Like I said, these people never interfere in pack activities. The Hollow Kin is a body that was created long before the Lycan Leadership even

are the original council, the first Lycans who walked alongside the ancient spirits. When our kind first learned to shift, when territories were carved from the wilderness, when the

felt a chill run down my spine as he

possesses knowledge that predates written history. They remember the old order, the original compacts with the moon goddess, the reasons why certain laws exist, and others were forbidden. They have the authority to dissolve pack alliances, strip Alphas of their power,

more grave. "More importantly, they have connections that span every supernatural community on Earth. Vampires, witches, fae courts, dragon clans—all of them recognise the Hollow Kin’s authority.

But why show up now and why

intervene unless

the hell

realms—Lycan Leadership is one. The Moon Temple is another. The Resting Sea. The Rook Flame.

about all this for the first

weren’t supposed to," Eldric said. "None of us were,

settled over me like a blanket. The political ramifications alone would be devastating, but the implications

in the gesture anymore. "Even humans respect their leaders when they take time off. Why shouldn’t we? Ramsey will only be gone for a

who had gathered to witness the confrontation, making sure my voice carried clearly.

but I

with us," I announced, my tone brooking no argument. "No one calls the Alpha. If word gets out and I discover it came from someone in this room, that person will be punished accordingly." I let my gaze sweep over

nodded, though I could see the worry in their expressions. Elder Eldric looked like he wanted to argue further, his mouth working silently as he struggled with the

slightly. "You know as well as I do that Lyla needs this rest. The pregnancy hasn’t been