His Missing Luna

CHAPTER 60

SILVERCREST PACK

FATHER AND SON

“What exactly are we supposed to be doing here, father? We can get caught,” Saul whispered urgently when they were alone.

Alpha Malachai had granted them entry into the pack but not fully inside it. They were allowed into another waiting area, just inside the borders of the pack.

“Keep your voice down!” Kizziah hissed, glancing around nervously. “We need them on our side while we make Nathan look bad. Look around. This could be ours if we get Jessica.”

Saul glanced out the window, his eyes scanning the evening sky. The setting sun bleeding out different hues of orange over the sprawling green lands of the Silvercrest pack. The beauty of the scene seemed a cruel contrast to the dread curling in his stomach.

“Did you notice how her brother looks? That is how your children will look. My grandchildren. They would inherit her powers and bring us much gain,” Kizziah continued, still keen on having Saul be her mate. “We need her to make our pack great and prosperous.”

Saul frowned heavily, wrapping his arms around his chest and sinking back into his chair. Fear gnawed at him, making it hard to sit still. “But what if they find out? They have powers we don’t understand. I don’t like that we are here, father.”

“You’re an alpha. Act like one and stop whining. I am doing this for you especially,” Kizziah chastised him. What more could he do to make his son see why they had to do this?

Already, he knew Malachai and his family were discussing the proposal he gave them. Forming an alliance with them was a way to protect himself from both the Council and Nathan Hunt. No one would dare think of attacking the Silvercrest pack.

It was more like going against the goddess.

“Being an alpha is one thing, being a dead alpha is another thing. If these people know what we did, they will arrest us and throw us into their cells. Let alone if they know why we are here.”

He rose from the chair.

Kizziah rose too from his chair to face his son. “Then we will do everything to make them not know. Smile, laugh, pay compliments, befriend them. If that is what it takes,” he clasped Saul’s head in his palms. “We need this. It’s the only protection against Nathan and the Council,” his eyes bore into his son’s, seeking understanding. “We make Nathan Hunt look bad. That’s all we need to do.”

Saul blinked, frowning. “But what if they discover the truth? What do we do?” he could still feel the aura coming from the alpha and his son. It was intense. They truly lived up to their name as the Silvercrest wolves. Their blue eyes, just like Jessica’s. Only Jessica’s had enough hate to boil him alive.

Wouldn’t that be the same if not more when they discovered the truth?

“What if they read my mind?”

“They won’t. As long as you don’t allow it to stray,” Kizziah said, thinking of the technique the lady had taught him. He had used it the day Malachai had come to his pack.

Some Silvercrest wolves possessed mind-reading abilities. There was no doubt Malachai would be able to do so, being a true descendant from the first alpha of the pack. “Only think of them anytime you’re around them.”

“And if they touch me?” Saul asks, shaking his head out of his father’s grip. “What if they want to shake me or something happens and we have to touch hands?”

Kizziah looked down at Saul’s hands, then his own, and frowned. He hadn’t thought of this. The lady warned him never to shake hands with Malachai. He recalled the first time they had met, Malachai had wanted to, but he had rejected it.

He frowned more when he remembered that Malachai had not offered his hand to him for a shake this time when they met.

“What is it, father?” Saul asked, noticing his father’s heavy frown as he looked down at his hands.

Kizziah looked up at him. “He didn’t offer to shake my hand this time like he did the first time,” he murmured.

“So?”

Kizziah looked outside the window, feeling uncertain about what to think. Before he could respond, the door opened, and a guard appeared. “Alpha will see you now,” he announced, giving them a suspicious look. “This way,” he gestured for them to follow.

“Thank you,” Kizziah smiled, leading Saul out of the room.

Outside, three more guards were waiting, their eyes as suspicious as the first. Together with the first guard, they escorted Kizziah and Saul. Two at the front, two at the back.

Saul kept glancing nervously over his shoulder, his wolf growling at the intense aura radiating from them. His clenched his jaw and fists tightly, trying to steady himself.

“Relax,” Kizziah whispered through their mindlink. Not that he wasn’t feeling it too. He was composed because he was prepared for this and knew what was at stake here.

“Their eyes feel like bloody pins pricking the back of my skull,” Saul complained as they walked.

“Enjoy the scenery. This could be where you visit with Jessica and your kids. Imagine that.”

The setting sun still casting warm hues across the landscape, birds flying home to roost, and trees swaying gently in the breeze. The scent of flowers filled the air, a stark contrast to the tension Saul felt.

“Take your mind off them and focus on this,” Kizziah continued. “Imagine this as your second home if everything works out.”

Saul closed his eyes briefly, trying to imagine the peaceful scene. But the weight of their deception pressed heavily on him. Could they really pull this off without being discovered?

Kizziah smiled, lost in his own thoughts of a prosperous future. They had to succeed. It was their only hope against Nathan and the Council.