Four
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CHAPTER FOUR
Harrow's Pov
I was in the midst of training with some soldiers at the field on the east side of the pack, a distance from the witches' diggings. Stomping my boots into the ground, I waved the soldiers to charge at me, and one after the other, they dived at me. My eyes gleamed brightly, indicating Hevel, my wolf, was participating with partial control. In a flash, one by one, I pounded on them and thrashed them against the fine earth. Alan was behind me, his claws extended, nearly reaching me, but I caught him just in time, cascading him to the ground. That was close. No bone had been that close to disemboweling me during training. Part of the reason was my distraction, and I abominated every bit of it.
My eyes went hazy; I was being mind-linked by my beta, Franky. I pulled a hand up in the air to halt the soldiers, connecting with Franky. "What?" I mumbled in my usual deep and husky voice, unfit to keep my frustration and rage at bay. "You need to come to the castle at formerly," he spoke with urgency.
Furrowing my brows, I scarified. "Why?" "It's the Council elder werewolves. They're then," Franky replied in haste, making his body harden. The Council elder werewolves? A flash of rage stalked my amber eyes. "Why are they then?" I asked in silence, not getting any response from Hevel.
I left the field for the castle and set up Franky in the hallway of my office, staying for him, along with Mace, the head legionnaire of my pack, and also, my stylish friend. "They're all outside," Mace notified me. I went outside with my Beta and stylish friend strutting behind me, chancing five elder wolves from the Council seated in the office. I reached for my president, taking a seat with Mace and Franky on both sides of my president. "And to what do I owe your visit, Elders?" I went straight to the point. I was in no mood for amenities or beating around the backcountry. They were then for a reason, and deep down, I could guess as much.
The Council elder wolves were high-ranking members of the Council courts and were largely admired among the werewolf kind, due to their long actuality. The Council was a circle formed by colorful supernatural types, each of which had one representative in the Council. Every nascence in the south was a member of the Council, and the elder wolves represented their species. The Council was formed solely to ensure peace within the supernatural realm and cover the interests of every kind. "From the dispassionateness laced in your tone, we're getting the feeling that we aren't ate in your home, nascence Harrow." I leveled my aspect to meet the elder, Elder Ace, who spoke, leaning deeper into the president. His words did not surprise me at all. Elder Ace and I never got on.
So, I did not bother masking my true passions. The Elders' presence then in my pack simply spelled trouble that I was damned sure I wouldn't fancy. But nevertheless, I spoke up, holding a frosty, short smile. "I apologize greatly. But I am in a hurry, so I'd appreciate it if you could all tell me what you are then for so we can get this over with." Elder Ryu scuffled in his president, his hand folded under his chin. "Fine. As you wish," I jounced coldly in concurrence. I could not agree any lower. "It's to our knowledge, that alas, you have set up your mate, nascence Harrow," one elder began.
I broke for a moment. The citation of the word "mate" had noway dwelt well with me. I gripped my jaw, my hand entwining into a ball. Commodity in my casket tensed. But I kept a vacant face, keeping my address neutral. I scrutinized the Elders one by one. "I see you are a little too interested in my pack business; may I remind you that whatever happens in my pack is none of your business, as long as we do not break the rules of the Council?" I reminded them, just in case they had forgotten their place. Indeed, though they were the old werewolves, they had no right to get involved in my pack business. "You're correct, nascence Harrow, and trust us, we do not want to intrude in the noctambulist Pack, but this matter is important to us." One nascence spoke up, his voice echoing off the corner walls. "And as the old wolves, we've an obligati
on to perform."
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