CHAPTER 12 _THE PRICE OF LOYALTY
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The Midnight Blade stood before an enemy he could not defeat with his sword.
Night settled over the forest, wrapping the towering trees in silence. The moon filtered through the branches, painting pale streaks across the ground where Megan stood, his golden eyes fixed on the men before him.
Rogan stepped forward.
Behind him stood Gideon and several Redclaw warriors, their expressions calm, as though everything unfolding had already been decided long before Megan arrived.
For several moments, no one spoke.
Finally, Megan broke the silence.
"What is this proposal?"
Rogan folded his arms.
"Our Alpha wishes to reclaim what belongs to Redclaw."
Megan's brows narrowed.
"What belongs to Redclaw?"
"The lands."
"The rights."
"The honor your Alpha’s bloodline stripped from ours."
Megan's expression remained unmoved.
"Nothing was stolen."
His voice carried the certainty of a warrior who had lived by truth.
"Every border."
"Every territory."
"Every privilege."
"...was earned."
"The trials were accepted by both bloodlines."
"The victories were witnessed by every Alpha."
"Our Alpha's lineage defended what they possessed."
"Yours failed to protect what was theirs."
Silence followed.
Then Rogan smiled.
"My Alpha does not see it that way."
"He believes history favored the victorious."
"And now..."
"It is time for history to change."
Megan's eyes hardened.
"If Alpha Darius dislikes agreements made by generations before us, he is free to challenge them honorably."
Rogan gave a faint laugh.
"If honor alone won territories..."
"...there would be no need for strategy."
A dangerous silence settled between them.
"What exactly does your Alpha want from me?" Megan asked.
Rogan's smile widened.
"You."
Megan stared at him.
"I am the Midnight Blade."
"My loyalty belongs to Alpha Kael Blackthorne."
"It always will."
"We know."
Rogan nodded.
"That is why we are here."
He took another step forward.
"Your loyalty cannot be bought."
"It cannot be threatened."
"It cannot even be broken."
"But..."
His eyes slowly drifted toward the pack house visible beyond the distant trees.
"A father's heart is another matter."
Megan's jaw tightened.
Rogan continued quietly.
"Our Alpha knew you would come."
"You poisoned an innocent child."
"No."
Rogan shook his head.
"Our Alpha gave you a choice."
The words lingered in the cold air.
Gideon lowered his head, allowing Rogan to continue.
"You still think this is about land."
"It isn't."
"Our Alpha is preparing for a future where Redclaw bows before no one."
A pause.
"Unfortunately..."
"Your son happened to be born at the wrong time."
The words struck harder than any blade.
For the first time that night...
Megan's breathing changed.
Rogan watched him carefully.
"The poison flowing through the child is unique to Redclaw."
"No healer in Midnight can identify it."
"No herb in your territory can cure it."
"No shaman outside Redclaw possesses its antidote."
Megan's eyes narrowed.
"You expect me to believe that?"
"You already know it."
Rogan's voice remained calm.
"If your Shaman has examined the child..."
"...then he has already told you the truth."
Megan remained silent.
Because he had.
Shaman Rema's words echoed inside his mind.
"This poison does not belong to Midnight."
"Whoever created it... created the cure."
Rogan saw the realization in Megan's eyes.
"You have until tomorrow night's moon rises."
"After that..."
"The poison will claim your son."
The forest grew deathly still.
"What do you want?"
Rogan finally answered.
"When the time comes..."
"You will help Alpha Darius reclaim what he seeks."
Megan frowned.
"You ask me to betray my Alpha."
"We ask you to open one gate."
"Nothing more."
"And once Redclaw succeeds..."
"The antidote is yours."
Silence.
Then,
Megan laughed.
It was quiet.
Cold.
Almost pitying.
"You truly believe I would betray Alpha Kael?"
"I have defended Midnight with this blade for years."
"I have bled for this Pack."
"I have buried brothers beneath its soil."
"And now you expect me to sell my loyalty?"
Rogan's smile faded.
"You have a son."
Megan's eyes burned.
"I also have honor."
"My Alpha trusted me before any title."
"He stood beside me when others doubted me."
"He calls me brother."
"You ask me to repay that trust with betrayal?"
His voice dropped lower.
"I would sooner bury my own blade."
Rogan sighed.
"I feared you would answer that way."
Then Gideon stepped forward.
"You still have time."
Megan's gaze snapped toward him.
"You..."
Gideon stiffened beneath the weight of those eyes.
"For years," Megan said quietly, "you envied a name."
"You mistook discipline for pride."
"You mistook duty for arrogance."
"And now..."
"You hide behind another Alpha's ambition."
The air suddenly changed.
Wind burst through the forest.
Branches swayed violently.
Leaves spiraled upward.
Every wolf present felt it.
The Midnight Blade's aura.
Gideon's heartbeat faltered.
His wolf whimpered.
For years he had hated the legend called Midnight Blade.
Standing before him...
He finally understood why warriors whispered the name instead of merely speaking it.
Then,
Megan moved.
No one saw him draw.
Steel flashed beneath the moonlight.
A cold blade rested against Gideon's throat.
One shallow breath...
One careless movement...
And Redclaw would lose a warrior.
Fear filled Gideon's eyes.
His legs trembled.
Despite every effort to stand firm...
One knee slowly struck the ground.
Rogan stepped forward immediately.
His own wolf surged.
The pressure pushed against Megan's aura.
"Enough."
His voice echoed through the forest.
"If your anger seeks blood..."
"Face me."
"Leave him."
For several tense heartbeats...
Neither legendary warrior moved.
The forest itself seemed to hold its breath.
Finally...
Megan lowered his blade.
His eyes never left Gideon.
"Tell your Alpha this."
"My loyalty is not for sale."
"My Pack is not for negotiation."
"And I will never kneel before Darius."
Rogan nodded slowly.
"I expected no less."
Then his expression darkened.
"But courage..."
"...does not cure poison."
He turned away.
Before disappearing into the darkness, he spoke one final time.
"Before tomorrow night's moon rises..."
"...your son will be dead."
Silence swallowed the forest.
Megan stood motionless.
For the first time in years...
The Midnight Blade felt powerless.
Moments later, he raced back toward Midnight Pack house.
Every step echoed with the same sentence.
“Before tomorrow night's moon rises…”
He reached Viera's small residence hidden within the pack house grounds.
A place given to special omegas , who have become Luna's special maidens.
A place to dwell.
From inside...
He heard the cry of his son.
Weak…… Fragile….
Fighting for life.
Megan lifted his hand toward the wooden door.
But he could not push it open.
He stood there...
Frozen.
Not before an enemy.
Not before a battlefield.
But before a choice no warrior had ever been trained to
face.
Inside...
His son cried for life.
Outside...
The Midnight Blade closed his eyes.
Rogan's final words echoed like a curse.
Before tomorrow night's moon rises...
Choose your Alpha...
Or choose your son.
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