Page 70 of Alpha's Revenge Luna
I inhale deeply, the air heavy with the unsaid words that stretch between us.
“Soon,” I murmur, the promise hanging in the air.It’s a plea for patience, a vow of change.Emery remains silent and I leave the room; her silence is a companion that follows me, echoing the emptiness I feel without her by my side.
The air is thick with tension as I step into the hall.The palpable unrest of the pack, the undercurrent of protest and dissatisfaction, amplifies with each passing day.Emery is my mate, my other half, yet according to the pack, she’s an outsider, a source of pain and an emblem of loss.
The meeting is abuzz with murmurs as I step in, the collective energy of the pack can be felt in the air.My pack looks at me.As the meeting begins, we speak about the patrols first before moving onto Alpha Farren’s pack.
“We have received no further information on Alpha Farren,” I admit, my voice steady despite the undercurrent of frustration that rages within.
The walls of bureaucracy and silence erected by the council are barriers we are yet to get through.The pack murmurs, a blaring of voices weaving through the air, each word laced with the anxiety that keeps building within my pack.
“We are not isolated,” I assure them, my voice the anchor amidst the uncertainty.“We still have resources, and I am going to another supply haul soon.Kyrio and I have already discussed it, and the rogue women have agreed to help us hunt if needed.”
But among all the usual mundane talk of alliances and survival, there lies another unsaid, a ghost that haunts the fringes of every conversation.Emery.My mate, their would-be Luna, now a silent ghost in the pack of our existence.They all whisper,but none dare to ask.They want me to get rid of her or let them punish her.But they know I won’t allow it, just as I am not going to watch her fade away because she is locked in that room.Her silence is driving me mental.
“I intend to let Emery out,” I declare, the words reverberating through the tense atmosphere.Silence.A hushed pause follows.
“She should be cast out!”Annabelle’s voice pierces the silence, a dagger of accusation and her pain for losing Dimitri.“She will never be my Luna!”
There is an undercurrent of agreement whispering through the ranks as the venom in her words courses through the room.Tara is quick to quell the flames, her voice a soothing balm.
“Annabelle, enough!”she chastises.I am glad to see Tara defend her, she was Emery’s friend, I just hope she still is when I let her out.
“She is my mate,” my voice asserts.“She made a mistake,” I admit, yet the confession does not weaken my stance.
“Her mistake cost us Dimitri, and seven others!”she snarls, her eyes blazing with fury.“What will her release cost us?”
“I understand your anger, Annabelle,” I reply, my voice calm and measured.“But we cannot let anger rule us.We need to be better than that.”
“She’s a liability,” Michael interjects, his voice low and firm.“We can’t afford to have her here.”
“I’ll take full responsibility for her,” I offer, my gaze sweeping over the room.“I will make sure she doesn’t cause any harm to our pack.”
There’s a moment of tense silence as the pack weighs their options, their eyes darting from one another to me and back again.
Finally, Tara speaks up.“I trust you, Dion,” she says.“I know you won’t put our pack in danger.”
A murmuring of agreement ripples through the pack,and I feel a weight lift from my shoulders.It’s not a complete acceptance of Emery, but it’s a start.
“Thank you,” I say with a nod before continuing on with the meeting.
Annabelle lingers behind as the conversation ends and everyone starts to leave the room.She doesn’t say anything; she just stares at me with fierce intensity.
“You’re making a mistake,” she finally says before turning and stalking out of the room.
Tara tries to instill some confidence in me as the pack’s disapproval weighs heavily.“They’ll get over it, Dion,” she says.I can only manage a heavy sigh in response.
“I’ll see you both at dinner,” I tell Kyrio and Tara before turning to leave.The excitement of finally letting Emery out of the room mixes with the anxiety of the pack’s reaction.Every step toward our room is heavy but hurried.
I find Emery in bed, still not having touched her breakfast or lunch.Waking her up, she stirs and rolls onto her back, obviously annoyed.The room is silent as I reach out, touching her forehead.It’s warm.“You have a fever.”
Emery offers no words, just rolls back over, giving me the silent treatment.
“Want to come down for dinner?”The shift in her is immediate.
“Really?”Her eyes light up with a mix of hope and excitement.The dark cloud of isolation seems to lift for a moment.
I nod.“Yeah, now go get dressed.You can’t keep wearing these same clothes.”She rushes to change and brush her hair, a renewed energy in her steps.
