Chapter 195 Silverline Pack
Calhoun's POV
The Silverline pack is weird, full of werewitches. Not even a single person here is ordinary.
They aren't civilized. Wearing just white cloaks and it's just weird. They don't make use of phones or cars. They live in small houses and not mansions. And it just feels like we are in a different world, after driving for over 950 kilometers to get to this place and approximately 12 hours.
I have never been here before, this is actually the first time I am stepping foot in such a place and it was Alpha Festus who suggested I bring Kristen here to get her help. Although, I do not concern myself with any form of witchcraft or magic, but for the sake of my wife, I had to come here.
"It smells weird," Kristen murmurs as she steps out of the car. Her mask is still on her face, so she can't see anything or know what the people here look like. She's letting me hold Aiden in his baby carrier. He fell fast asleep after she nursed him for the first time in three days. She didn't even do it with the mask on, she took it off and closed her eyes instead, after
telling me the mask might frighten our son.
"Calhoun, where exactly is this place?" Kristen is turning in a different direction upon thinking I am standing there, when in fact I am in front of her.
"Don't take off your mask until I ask you to," I instruct, upon seeing the way everyone in front is abandoning whatever they're doing, and fixing their gazes at us.
"I never planned to do that, else I'll see him
everywhere. But still, I don't know what this place is like," Kristen tips her head up.
"As long as you have me, there's nothing to worry about," I lace her fingers with mine.
The pack members are staring at us like we came from another planet. A man, his wife in a mask, and a baby.
We might appear even weirder than the way they're to
me.
As we move through the pack, they're gathering in groups, and a mix of whispers and gasps goes around as we sidestep them.
"Do I look weird to them?" Kristen sdjs
"We both do," I reply, joining in acknowledging the unsettling scene.
A robust man in a gray cloak stops in front of us.
"Who are you people?" He asks, eyeing us suspiciously.
"I am Alpha Calhoun from the Greyhound pack and this is my wife and Luna, Kristen. And our son, Aiden, "I do the introduction calmly. So they'll know we mean no harm.
"We don't care about where you came from, intruders aren't welcomed here," the man snarls at me.
"We aren't here to cause intrusion or treason, we
need help," my voice is firm, giving out that I am not scared of him or anyone.
"For what? You have wealth and power, and you still need help?" The man spits out with an incredulous look on his face.
"It's beyond my influence, by the way, I am here for Namala, an Elder of my pack told me I'll find her here, " I explain while looking around, wondering if the woman is here or not.
"Namala.." the hard look on the man's face wears out upon hearing that name.
And the atmosphere gets mixed up with whispers, and skeptical glances are thrown at us.
"Calhoun, is it that bad? Maybe we should get out of
here," Kristen seems unsettled even though I can't see her face.
"No, we aren't leaving until we get your help," I stand firm on my word. Not even moved by what's
unfolding in front of me.
"I don't have a good feeling about this place and its people," Kristen makes this known to me, with worry evident in her voice.
"That's because they don't trust us," I say quietly,
after ensuring my facial expression is unbothered as I don't shift my gaze away from the man in front of us. Thankfully, Aiden is still asleep.
"They might attempt to hurt me or Aiden," Kristen tries to take a step backward, but I put my hand on the small of her back to stop her.
"I won't let that happen.." I reassure my wife, amidst the noise going around.
"Why are you here for me?" A middle-aged woman steps out of the crowd, wearing a gold cloak. She seems unique and different from the rest.
"You're Namala?" I ask after a short pause.
"Yes, who told you about me and this pack?"
She stares at me, an air of confidence surrounding her. "Festus Smith?" The woman has her eyes raised in
their sockets.
"The bastard.." she sneers.
Kristen clears her throat at this, totally
uncomfortable with this.
"How dare he ask you to come to me, after breaking
my heart," Namala looks completely enraged. "He was your boyfriend?" I can feel a frown hitting my face.
"30 years ago, he was ambushed by some wolves, and
could've been torn into pieces, but I saved him. Took
him into my home, and healed his wounds. Along the line, we fell in love. He took my virginity." The woman pauses and clenches her fists so hard.
And Kristen's mouth parts in horror upon hearing this from her.
I have no choice but to give the woman a listening ear, because I need her help after all.
"I wanted him to stay with me, but he refused. Told
me he has no life here, and then he left me," there's
sadness in her voice but her face is still frigid as if she's talking about something else.
"Namala, I am so sorry about what he did to you," I
don't even know why I am apologizing to this woman when it's none of my business about what transpired between her and an elder in my pack. But I am doing it for the sake of my wife.
"No you aren't, you're just here because you need help from me," the woman hisses at me.
And I choose to stay silent instead, upon knowing things won't go on smoothly for me.
"Well, I think Festus never loved you, Namala. He
used you," Kristen suddenly speaks up, surprising us
all.
"You think so?" Namala blinks for the first time, as
she shifts her gaze from me to my wife. My wife, who is wearing a mask because immediately she takes it off and tries to see our faces, it's Theodore whom she sees,
"Yes," Kristen nods, adjusting her mask. "What are you doing?" I hiss at Kristen because she's
not supposed to utter a word until we get on their good side. She ought to let me do the speaking because these people are dangerous.
"I wish I could curse him to suffer," Namala suddenly
grits out with contempt.
"It's hard to forget about such pain, but he's not worth it," Kristen speaks up once more, upon
ignoring me.
There's a short pause as the woman walks until she's
standing in front of Kristen.
My protection instincts are starting to kick in because this woman is a powerful witch, she might turn my wife into a frog or something.
"I haven't felt relieved in such a long time, thank you, "Namala tells Kristen, and I can feel my eyes widening in their sockets.
"Everyone, these people aren't here to cause harm of
any sort. They're here to see me, so I'll advise you to
keep out of their way, because if you attempt to cause trouble, you'll have me to answer to," the woman gives this warning to her fellow pack members, and this makes them back away in fear.
From the look of things, it's obvious she has more powers than them.
"What about your Alpha?" I ask after a moment. "We don't have an Alpha here, we just cooperate and
work together, because we aren't fully wolves but werewitches," Namala explains.
Slowly, I nod.
"Come with me," Namala instructs and immediately
turns her back to us.
Holding Kristen's hand once more, I trail after the
woman.
And the pack members let us through with ease.
All thanks to Kristen who managed to get on Namala's good side.
I wonder how women do these things. "Calhoun, you brought us into the den of werewitches? Kristen inquires as we fall into steps behind the woman.
"I had no choice, and if I had told you beforehand, you wouldn't have let me," I explain, holding her hand tightly so she doesn't pull away. Because I am
her eyes as it stands since she can't take the mask off.
"I don't think it's a bad idea, Calhoun," she replies at last.
And relief cascades through me.
"So, she's going to stop Theodore's torment?"
Kristen asks again.
"Yes, you have nothing to worry about while we're
here," I assure her.
"I just hope this works, Calhoun. We need peace in
our lives," Kristen's voice trembles, showing uncertainty.
"And peace we'll have," these are my last words before we fall into silence.