Chapter 85: Chapter 85
~ Hadeon POV cont. ~
I leapt at the idea.
To be the first of our pack – of any pack – to venture out into the unknown world of humans.
Of course, it wasn’t entirely unknown. Alphas and high-ranked wolves, with the Alpha’s permission, were able to leave their respective packs and visit where the humans resided when the situation demanded it. However, they refrained from doing it too much because the natural behaviours and instincts of werewolves made the difference between the two species stand out too much. It was a risk they weren’t willing to take unless the situation demanded it.
And that is where I came in. Not entirely a werewolf and not entirely human.
Born of a werewolf bloodline, with no power to claim as my own, I was the perfect candidate to immerse myself in the world of humans, hide in plain sight, and report back to the werewolves.
It was like I was made for this.
I finally felt like I had purpose for my people. I could finally make my family proud…
However, a decision like this couldn’t be taken lightly; it couldn’t be made by one pack leader. This wasn’t just a risk against Nighttide; it was a risk against the entire werewolf race. Therefore, a meeting was required to make a decision.
A decision about my fate.
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In the boardroom of Alpha Conri’s manor, Alphas from various allied packs sat around the grand table, alongside a few of their council members. Alpha Shaw of Silver Moon, Alpha Wilder of Moonstone, Alpha Farkas of Duskwalker, and even Alpha Vilkas of Frostfang, to name a few.
All these Alphas and their council members took time out of their busy schedules, tending to their own packs, to listen and help me.
A wide grin grew on my face, but my father, seated next to me, nudged my arm. I looked up at him and, instantly knowing what he wanted from me, I erased my face into a neutral expression. I had to stay professional – composed. I had to show these werewolves I was meant to do this.
I was made for this.
Alpha Conri stood and softly bowed his head. “Thank you all for coming. I know we all have much to deal with within our own packs, so I appreciate each and every one of your attendance. Today Beta Aetos and I would like to propose an idea to you all regarding a matter that, until now, we thought would be impossible to tackle.”
“And what might that be, brother?” asked Alpha Shaw – the now false Alpha of the Silver Moon pack.
Alpha Conri’s eyes darted to mine.
My spine straightened.
He brought his attention back to everyone else. “Within our pack, we have a boy who appears to have no connection to a wolf spirit. His name is Hadeon,” he said, gesturing towards me. “He’s offered to take on the responsibility to immerse himself within the humans to gather intel and ensure no wars between our races ever occur. He’s willing to be the bridge between our communities, one that will never be crossed by the humans.”
Soft murmurs emerged between all the Alphas and their councilmen, eyes darting from me back to those they conversed with.
A lump formed in my throat. I wished that I had enhanced hearing so I could know what they were all saying.
Then, they all went silent at once.
Alpha Farkas was the first to break that silence. “This is a heavy responsibility to bestow on the boy. How can we know he’s fit for the role?”
My father, seated beside me, stood and spoke with pride in his tone, “Hadeon is my son, a Beta-son. Though he’s not indicated possessing a wolf his entire life, I’ve trained him just as I would have if he did. Alone, he willingly goes out of his way to connect with Mother Nature, studying our ways and learning all he can to create his own unique connection.” My father placed a hand on my shoulder. “He’s one of us, and he wants to prove it by doing something for us that not a single one of us can do.”
“How old is the boy?” a councilman from Frostfang asked.
I looked up at my father, who was already looking down at me. He gestured with his head to the crowd before taking his seat. I cleared my throat. “I’m 16 years old.”
“He’s not even of age to gain his wolf?” the Beta from Silver Moon questioned.
More werewolves in the room began talking all at once, questioning various things about me.
Alpha Conri slammed his hand on the table, a simple request for silence, which the attendees respectfully obliged. “We are not taking this idea lightly. I don’t expect a finalised answer and plan today. This meeting is simply to enlighten you all on the matter so you can return to your packs and discuss with your councils before we come together and make a final decision.”
A man cleared his throat and stood. “Alpha Conri, if I may.” He bowed and introduced himself, “Remus Otake, Gamma of the Moonstone pack.” As he rose to his full height, he glanced over at me, then back at Alpha Conri. “I have some concerns about this matter. Sending someone untrained to walk amongst the humans is not smart; it creates an even greater risk of exposing us.”
My father growled, “How dare you, a Gamma, speak on such things? Who are you to speak so lowly of my son?”
Though I was grateful for my father defending me, it only stirred things up for the worse.
“He is the greatest protector of my pack, the lead warrior, and you will heed his word, for he has seen more than you have, Aetos.” Alpha Wilder snarled, defending his own.
“Enough,” Alpha Conri exhaled, losing his patience with everyone. “As I said, this decision isn’t to be taken lightly. I want you all to go away and speak to your councils, truly discuss this and see what you think is best for us as a species – whether we should send the boy or not.”