A dangerous man
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~Aria~
“But I warn you, he is a very dangerous man.”
Beatrice's warning reverberated in my head.
However, it wasn't just Beatrice’s warning that had gone off inside me.
My wolf had begun to prance. Violently. Defensively. Like she was in the face of a potential enemy.
Before I could sense out this ‘dangerous’ man I was about to meet, the door had opened and my wolf had gone berserk.
What is this supposed to mean?
Seconds later, I was face to face with him—the chief elder of Redmoon pack, Damon's uncle.
Now there was something else.
Something about him that smelt and felt off.
There was also this familiar air around him that I couldn't quite put my fingers on.
His lips widened into a smile. “My Luna.” He did a small head dip and ushered me inside.
“Greetings Chief elder,” I finally greeted after fully entering inside.
“No need for that, my dear. You'll become the Luna of this Pack soon and must begin to see yourself as one. You'll be higher in rank than me too…” he added as his smile broadened.
“Please sit.” He motioned to the arranged seating position of two seats opposite each other separated by a desk.
I sat down. Barely properly. It felt like I would be pricked by an unseen pin if I placed my whole weight on the chair.
Elder Wraith smiled again. “Like I said, you don't need to be wary of me. I'm only but a servant of the Alpha, in extension, a servant of the pack.”
Didn't Beatrice mention he was above Damon in power rankings of the pack? Why was he being unnecessarily humble?
His face became serious after that. “You must be returning from the tailor. Did he get a good measurement of you?”
I blinked. “How did you–”
He laughed. “I told you I was the servant of the Pack. It means I also know everything happening in the Pack.”
He regarded me briefly as he lifted the whiskey bottle on the table, his smile vanishing. “You don't know me.”
It sounded more like a question.
For the first time since I walked in, I looked at him fully. The same gnawing familiar feeling I felt earlier stirred in my chest. But still it registered nothing.
“You are from Silver Pack,” he stated as he poured the whiskey into the glass cup.
I tried not to frown more than I intended.
Everyone already knew I was from Silver pack. Chosen as the pack Luna to pay for my father's sin and stop my pack from getting attacked.
He focused back on me as the glass touched the tip of his lips. “I am from the same clan as you. We share the same clan blood,” he said and his smile returned.
I sighed internally.
My guts had never been wrong even though sometimes I wished it would be.
“I was your father's good friend. Sad what happened to him. He was a good man.”
I stilled.
He knew my father? He was my father's good friend?
Then he must know my father was innocent of the crimes he was accused of?
My heart began to drum. Should I ask him to help me? I'd always wanted to clear my father's name but never saw help.
This man was a powerful man, he could help me.
“You know my father?” I asked even though he already clearly mentioned it.
“Yes. Very well,” he answered, nodding. “And I chose you to become Luna. I knew you'd…”
The moment I heard he'd selected me to be the Luna, I deflated. Every other thing he said after that went into my ears and out through the other ear.
“So, you must prove to me I have not made a mistake putting you in this honorable position.”
I dragged my attention back as he was concluding his long sermon.
He chose me?
Why? Why me?
I tried to size him up.
When Beatrice mentioned him, I had thought he'd be one of these old geezer pervert elders. Those ones only interested in getting women tribute from weaker packs and taking them in as their breeders.
But this wasn't the vibe a perverted elder would give.
It was something else.
Something I couldn't place under a word–powerful, authoritative and above all, crooked.
“You may leave, I will speak to you again. Soon,” he told me when I didn't say anything.
I dragged myself up from the chair and headed for the door.
“Aria.”
He called just as my hand held the doorknob.
I turned and despite the horrible way I was feeling inside, I forced myself to smile.
“Now, you must remember you have an important duty to the Alpha and to this pack,” he paused and regarded me briefly. “I want you to report every move of the Alpha to me from now onwards.”
Although my teeth clenched inside my mouth, I wasn't really shocked. Maybe I was a little surprised. But with a man like Elder Wraith, I knew it was only a matter of time before this line came.
“You want me to be your spy?” I asked, carefully hiding my irritation and pretending not to be fazed by his ridiculous demand.
His brows gathered. Then he grunted and turned around.
“Like I told you, I am a servant of the Alpha and of this Pack. It is my duty and the duty of all of us to make sure the Alpha does not steer away from his duties and the path the goddess has ordained him to walk. Soon you'll be his wife, his Luna. And you must remember it has become your duty as well.”
He was typically reminding me I was here as a slave and not free yet.
So this was it.
The main reason he chose me. The main reason I was brought here—To spy on Damon.
As I came out of the hall. I saw Damon. He was across the hall, at the edge of the corridor.
He saw me too.
At first, he was expressionless but immediately his uncle came out behind me, his face instantly changed.
Into the same expression he had the day he accepted me as his mate.
No warmth. Just anger and deep hatred.
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