THE ROYAL PRINCE'S CLAIM

6; Raven & The Night Howlers.

6- “Raven & The Night Howlers”.

Aurora Black.

Dragging Killian to the bed, I managed to lay him there with a loud thump and a huge breath knocked out of my lungs. Releasing another breath as I stared at his knocked out body on the bed, I had to clench my hands by my side, resisting the urge to strangle him with my own two hands.

It is funny when you think about it really. I would have been in that bed with him right at this moment—giving myself away not knowing the fate that awaits me in less than twenty-four hours. But, the thing is, if I do not control my temper at this moment, the fate I would face once again will not be much of a difference from the first one. Only this time, I am not sure if I would get another chance to rewrite it.

And I have to. I cannot waste this chance and die in vain just like that.

Because of that, I fisted my hand tightly, gritting my teeth as I stared at Killian. To rewrite my destiny, I need to find a way to get him out of the picture—but killing him is not an option—not at this moment. It would only last me a fate worse than before.

I need to do something else…lay a trap for him or something. With the amount of wolfsbane I had him inhale, he would be knocked out for the entire night, meaning I have the entire night to figure out something.

With that thought in mind, I tamped down my anger and then turned around to make my way out of the room. However, a couple of steps forward, and my gaze fell on something on the ground—right at the spot where Killian had dropped out cold earlier.

With furrowed brows, I leaned down, and picked up the object. It was cylindrical, and small—enough to casually be hidden in the pocket or somewhere else in the body without being seen. I recognized it almost immediately—having seen it a couple of times in Killian’s possession. No one probably knows of its existence, but one thing that comes with being an omega is that no one suspects or expects you to notice even the tiniest details that should be invincible to others.

But, when you are used to being invincible yourself, similar things do not go unnoticed by you.

I uncapped the little cylindrical container, small on my small palms, then tilted it to reveal the document in it, a small, folded paper dropped onto my palm. With furrowed brows, I held the container in one hand then unfolded the small paper to read what is written on it.

‘The owl hoots thrice at midnight by the ancient oak, bring the moonstones.’

The moment the words registered in my mind, the wheels in my head turned as I tried to figure out what it could mean. I found myself looking over my shoulder as my gaze fell on Killian’s figure and tidbits of realization began to fall into place.

But, at the end of the day, all it ever is just assumptions. So, I decided to get confirmation instead before coming to an actual conclusion.

Stepping outside the room, I closed the door behind me then looked around the hall, making sure there is no one there that spots me. Once convinced that the coast is clear, I made my way down the hall with one destination in mind.

I have lived her longer than I can remember—I know my way around this place better than others would assume, and I know the times certain things happen. At this point, there is a specific gathering that can give me the answers to my question.

Walking down the halls, careful to stay out of sight, I managed to make it towards the entrance of the backyard pack house, where the guards are gathered. There is supposed to be a change of shift between the guards around this hour. And normally, the transition is meant to happen seamlessly, but I have noticed recently the guards meet up first—it is no exactly a huge group, but a group of three rather.

It consists of Delta Derek, and two other guards, each heading a particular group for the shift of guards. They often meet, exchange a few words disguised as the handing over of the shift from one group to another, before they go about their separate ways.

I have never doubted them before, but at this moment, I could not help but do so.

I did not use the direct back entrance where I would be seen, but instead used the old door that has not been in use for years ever since the new entrance was built—this left the old pathway to not be maintained. With broken lights, flickering and unkempt environment, no one wants to go there.

I do not mind though—having the place become an escape for me. I have realized the safest place for me to be in the pack is at the place the others would not be, and in that moment, it provided an avenue for me to be able to listen to the group of three.

The growing vines surrounding the door shielded it from sight, and only through the gaps between the vines could one see—and even then, the uncleaned window rendered the glass to be blurry, all that could be seen is a blurry mess.

It gave me the protection I need to not be seen from the outside.

I stood there, peeping through the blurriness only for my gaze to fall on the three indeed. You see, another good side of being wolfless is that I do not have a scent—and therefore, they cannot sniff me out or even realize my presence there.

I kept quiet, then strained my ears in order to hear what they are talking about. They were discussing in muffled voices, Delta Derek’s voice reached my ears first, his usual gruff voice now low.

“I heard the moon will be full tonight. We need to ensure the perimeter is tight, you understand?” The first guard gave him a firm nod, and he continued. “No loose ends. We cannot afford any slip ups with the Prince just arriving—we should not raise any suspicions.”

The second guard expressed his concerns. “Raven’s meeting is crucial, why not postpone it. Is it not better to avoid the meeting with the Prince around? It is dangerous now.”

Delta Derek hummed in agreement, but his tone showed otherwise, “You know how the night howlers are, the meeting needs to take place on the agreed time—they care not for the Prince’s arrival.” He stated, “After midnight, at the old oak, just do your jobs well.”

The guards did not argue further, “I will handle the North side,” The first guard said.

The second guard joined in, “South is mine. We will keep it tight, and quiet—the Prince will not suspect a thing.”

Delta Derek nodded in satisfaction, “Good. Remember, at any sign of trouble, signal immediately.”

“Understood.”

The group of three dispersed, leaving me with the answer and confirmation to my earlier words.Once again, I found myself staring at the cylindrical container in my hand, and under the flickering light, I found myself with more information than I expected.

It appears Killian has skeletons up his closet. The closet seems to be full, I should help him take of some, should I not?

With that thought in mind, I looked ahead—a solution presenting itself in my mind.