Alpha King’s Lost Luna by Aubrey Pepper

Chapter 134

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I asked him once, but all he said was that he was
visiting some patients in other Packs. There were letters and papers he held on
to for those patients, but since my house in Wild Crawler had been burnt down...
the records are gone.”

With everything going on in Anemond, I'd completely forgotten about the fire.
frowned as I thought about it again.

“Was the arsonist ever found?” I wondered.

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Asher shook his head “Lancel found someone suspicious, he disappeared during
the chase before he could be apprehended and brought in for questioning.”
“Disappeared?” I repeated back, completely puzzled.

He nodded. “That's why I'm wondering if Emmett could be related to all of this
sorcery. I had talked to Sp ik e about it in the dungeon, and he mentioned that
some sorcerors were able to teleport with talismans. So, I'm wondering if the
arsonist was

a sorcerer.”

I nodded as I considered this new idea.

Asher’s theories and suspicions were valid and reasonable, but it was nearly
impossible to confirm if they were true, since Emmett was dead.

“I'm sorry,” he apologized. “I know this is a lot to consider. I don’t war think ill of
Emmett or anything, or think I'm saying all of this because I'm j just trying to
determine if these things are related or not. This is all a hug puzzle, and it seems
like it’s only growing more complicated with each pass.

“I understand,” I said. “I feel the same way.”

We fell into silence again, until I realized that Asher had nothing else to say. To
be honest, I didn't either. There were a lot of things to consider, and tensions
were high.

I got my medical kit back out and prepared to take Asher’s blood.

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Shortly after I finished the king's health check, there was a knock on the
chamber door.

Who is it,” Asher called out, his tone dripping with irritation. “I told you that ! will
not be disturbed today.”

“My apologies, Your Majesty,” the guard on the other side of the door replied, his
low voice mu ffled. “The Beta Silas has arrived and wishes to speak with you.”
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her belongings.

“I should take my leave,” she said quietly, and she nervously tucked her hair
behind her ear. “We can speak more later. Have a good night.”

“You too,” I said, and then I addressed the guard. “Send him in at once.”

The doors parted and in walked Silas Moses. My brother-in-law’s face was
weary, and his eyes had dark circles beneath them as if he hadn't gotten much
sleep. Not that I could blame him, of course. Last night's events had gone long
into the night. The entire Pack had been so thrilled to see the Beta that the
celebration

had been drawn out.

I

Silas glanced at Cas sandra but didn’t say a word as the beautiful healer passed
him. Instead, he offered her a soft nod, which she returned in kind, and then he
gave me a polite bow of respect.

“Good evening, Your Majesty,” he said formally in his calm, even voice. “l hope
I'm not interrupting anything.”

“No, not at all, Silas,” I said, and I gestured at the leather couch opposite mine.
“Please, take a seat. I've been wanting an audience with you anyway. This saves
me the trouble of having to track you down.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Silas said politely, and then he made his way over to me. I
hadn't had a great opportunity to spend much time with the young man during the
celebration party yesterday. There had been a great deal of people, and my
attention had been pulled in a million directions. But now, as I studied Silas
Moses, I found he was quite different than his father. Actually, unlike Adalyn, Silas
seemed to

be more like Linda than Oliver.

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He shared my wife's strange golden eyes, but his gaze was calmer, more steady.
His dark hair was neatly combed and his appearance was put together without
trying too hard.

We spent a little time chatting about the festivities of the night before, and once
the conversation reached a natural, organic end, Silas shifted the subject and
reported on his inspection of the military.

“The Myriad is in good function,” he explained, and he crossed his lon folded his
hands in his lap. “And so are the other troops. They underwen inspection, and
everything is in great standing. Training and logistics are ju optimal as ever and
morale is good.”

“Good,” I said. “I'm glad to hear they're up to code.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Silas replied. “They're doing fine work. There is something
on my mind, though, if you don’t mind my bringing it up.”

“Of course,” I said with a gesture of my hand. “Please, go ahead.”

“Well, I was thinking on the subject, and I believe we should implement a
change,” he began. “I think the recruitment of the Myriad should be open to more
ordinary werewolves in Wegalla rather than just young werewolves from upper-
class families.”

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“Oh,” I remarked, and I was admittedly taken aback by this idea. This had my
immediate interest because most werewolves, especially the ones in Anemond,
believed warriors in the Myriad should be elites, and elites were the to only come
from upper-class families.

“What made you think of this?” I wondered with a small smile.

Silas took a moment to gather his thoughts and then locked eyes with me.

“Upon my observation, there are no huge gaps in capabilities between ordinary
wolves and so-called “prestigious’ werewolves,” he answered. “I've seen plenty of
capable warriors from ordinary families who outperformed warriors from families
in Anemond. I think it's classist and ridiculous to pretend otherwise. A fighter is a
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fighter. Why should one’s family name determine their skillset?”

I was in shock. I hadn’t expected such words from Oliver Moses’ son.

I nodded in agreement. “Well said, Silas. I agree with you completely. Honestly, I
think that logic shouldn't just apply to warriors either. I think Wegalla should focus
less on the pecking order and more on ways to better ourselves and our country.”
“I agree, Your Majesty,” Silas replied, and he offered me a small smile.

“Please, it’s just you and me,” I said. “Not to mention I'm your brothe can just call
me Asher.”

“Asher,” he repeated back. “Right.”

As we looked at one another, I remembered what Cas sandra had told me earlier
and shifted the topic.

“Yesterday's party,” I remarked. “I know it's likely a tough subject, but I have to
bring attention to it since I have you here.”

“I figured as much,” Silas said quietly.

“Speaking as the Alpha King, I don’t think this incident was a mistake,” I noted.
“Like your father noted.”

Silas’ body stiffened and then he nodded slowly.

“I don't think so either,” he admitted.

“Why didn’t you just speak the truth?” I wondered. “Why didn’t you announce the
banquet hall that Becky was your mate?

After a second of silence, Silas answered.

“It's because of my father,” he explained. “I'm.... worried what he would do to
Becky if I were to claim her as my mate. He's ruthless and callous, and I wouldn't
want him to bring her any harm. He doesn't think as we do. The class system of
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Anemond suits his agenda, so he has no reason to question it.”

I was surprised again by the way he spoke. Not many talked against Oliver
Moses. Silas was honest. I liked that about him.

“So, it was out of protection?” I asked.

“Yes,” he replied. “I know it sounds... cowardly.”

“No,” I said. “No, I understand.”

A sigh rose up from my chest, and again I thought of Cas sandra, and
furthermore, Cora.

“You shouldn't do this based on your own assumptions,” I said, and I rested my
hands in my lap. “It’s unfair to Becky, and it could also hurt her. I know you're
doing your best to protect her, but you're risking hurting her feelings, as well.
Some hurts will never heal, even if you try to apologize for it later. Regret only
goes so far.”

“I understand,” Silas replied thoughtfully. “If it's alright with you, I'll take this
conversation into consideration. I don't know what I want to say to her, but I need
to gather my thoughts. I want to be honest with her, but I can’t risk her safety.”
“Of course,” I replied. “Do what you must. Just know that should you need
anything, I'm here to help.”

“Thank you, Your Maje- Asher,” he corrected himself. “I appreciate your

of wisdom.”

“Any time,” I said.

I hadn't meant to sound like the young man’s father, nor had I intended t him a
lesson. I simply wanted to help Cas sandra and her friend. So, I quickly shifte the
conversation back to business.

“Now, is there anything else you'd like to report?” I wondered.

Silas nodded, and suddenly, his expression grew even more serious. He took a
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moment to gather himself and then spoke.

“When I was inspecting the border, I came across someone,” he said quietly, and
he glanced around as if he were worried about being overheard. “Someone I
didn’t expect to find. Ector Felix.”