Chapter 6
Treat and Run

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POV: Luna Rania

At the same time, in the Lunar Mansion, the Vikesh Family who led the Lunar Pack, was settling down in the receiving area of their huge place.

“I’m so sorry, Alpha Lorenzo, Luna Rania. I failed you.” Benson held his head down as Doctor Dreyson – the salutary or official herbal wolf of the Lunar Pack – treated his wounds.

Benson needed to break the news to them before letting the physician take him to his barn house near the mansion.

Benson, being the Beta of the Lunar Pack – headed by Alpha Lorenzo and his Luna Rania – was tasked in fetching Tamara from Winston and Ameia’s house. They learned that their enemy had already made their move to attack them, so they needed to protect Tamara – at all costs.

It was one of his vital and crucial missions and he failed to execute – now, all of their plans were already crumbling down to ashes. Tamara escaped and was nowhere to be found.

“It’s okay Benson. We just hope, she was safe, and the Dark Wood Pack doesn’t have her either.” Rania answered firmly.

Her hands were tightly closed fist, and her jaw clenched – trying to compose herself.

Benson kept his head down a little bit more by hearing their Luna’s tone of voice.

Rania and Lorenzo quietly stayed where they were sitting as the intense silence enveloped them. But Shahara immediately broke it by letting out a heavy sigh and clearing her throat.

“I saw one of Aeron’s hunters running after her.” Shahara infuriatingly informed them.

Rania’s eyes widened at the sudden news while her hand flew in front of her agape mouth.

“And I’m sure he is there when the attack happens. I can smell him in the air. That shameful coward,” Shahara added while gritting her teeth and nodding her head with her raised eyebrow.

“Shahara,” Rania’s tender voice gave her a hint of warning.

Rania – being the Lunar Pack’s female leader – didn’t tolerate any ferocity and wickedness at any form – even in words – towards any person as much as possible, even if that person was one of their enemies.

“Sorry,” Shahara cutely smiled at her mother and made a peace sign.

Rania just sighed, “Are you certain at that?” She patiently asked for her daughter’s confirmation.

Shahara nodded, looking directly into her mother’s eyes, who massaged her temple lightly and squeezed her eyes shut – taking in what she had just said.

“I just badly hurt one of his hunters, though,” Shahara proudly said as she smirked evilly.

Rania snarled in protest, and Shahara just pouted.

Lorenzo cleared his throat. “Anyway, let’s all leave that to the moon’s fate. I have important and urgent news to announce.”

All of the eyes in the room darted to the Alpha of the Lunar Pack – Lorenzo – waiting for him to continue his words.

“The King announced an urgent meeting. All members of the pack holding a high position needed to be at his castle tomorrow afternoon.” He seriously uttered.

Their eyes widened in surprise as Lorenzo, on the other hand, clenched his jaw. Their minds suddenly bombarded with diverse questions – all the same. The King abhorred gatherings in his castle, and if they needed to have a meeting, Arlan, the second in command, always did it in the Pack Meeting House just near the castle and not inside the castle.

So, why now? – They thought.

“H-how come?” Rania curiously asked.

Lorenzo shook his head – even he couldn’t decipher what was in the King’s mind right now.

“I just hoped it wasn’t about the ‘Regina,’” Lorenzo whispered lowly, but low enough for the people there to hear him.

“The Were Elders’ Council was asking him to settle down already. As if they could do something if the King didn’t want it to happen,” he added, and laid his back on the single forest green sofa where he was sitting.

All of them now were seriously contemplating something on their mind – all were hoping it wasn’t about the ‘Regina’ – but the possibility was making them more agitated.

“We need to find Tamara as soon as possible.” Shahara pressed her lips together as those words escaped from her mouth.

No one contradicted her because all of them were thinking the same thing.

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POV: Tamara Davis

She woke up with a stiff neck and back ache. It was still dark and cold. She believed she slept on the wrong side of her bed – but wait, she wasn’t on her bed, nevertheless on the ground inside the barn.

Tamara inspected her bruises – which were swiftly healing as she tended to them, too, yesterday – while slowly walking out of the barn.

She decided to go inside to keep her warm from the icy cold gushing wind.

But her forehead creased as she stopped her tracks and looked at where the man was lying – now, all she could see was empty hay.

“What the hell? Did he leave already?” She murmured under her breath.

This time, she couldn’t believe that he could just leave – just like that.

Tamara scratched the back of her neck as she heaved a deep sigh.

He didn’t have the guts to thank her. – She thought as she shook her head in disappointment. Perhaps, not everyone could be kind enough to say gratitude.

She shouldn’t have expected anything. However, she did.

For a moment, she thought that she could ask him somehow. She thought that he could help her – even for directions or something like that.

But she should have known.

“Oh, yes!” Tamara stated – like there was a light bulb that lit inside her head.

She suddenly remembered the golden tag necklace that she had forgotten to give the man.

Tamara was about to look for it in her pants pocket – but before she could make a move – a glimmering extremely large black wolf appeared in front of her, making her jump a bit in shock. She began to panic as she looked at the two pairs of pitch-black eyes – making her tremble in fear.

And once again – darkness consumed Tamara as she fell into the cold ground.