Chapter 70: Who is he

Luna POV

The room was quiet for quite a while as the elders stood around an oval table, and I heard one of them mumble, sounding disappointed, "Where is Blake…"

I too was wondering where she was, hoping that she stay the hell there and didn't show her face. But when I looked at my father, he seemed more worried than angry, and that just pissed me off even more.

After he finally sat down at the head of the table, the rest of us took our seats. Then my mother glared at him and said softly, "Your daughter is late."

Swaying his gaze away from my father's fierce stare, Elder Grand focused on the other elders and said, “We all know how reckless Blake has been acting these days. But she can not even show up on tim…"

"Watch your mouth, Grand." My father coldly grumbled, throwing him a hard stare.

Silence followed his statement, and the other elders kept a mutual expression on their faces as they gazed at him.

Although no one would dare say it out loud, the pack was about to have an inner war of division, and I hated that this was even happening.

My father has called for a pack meeting, and that is an indirect challenge to my mother because we both know it has always been Blake, and only the fact that she was wolfless stood in the way of my father choosing her over us.

But now, it is clear that my mother and I have to fight for what was handed to me on a silver platter the moment I had my first transformation.

Suddenly, the door flew open, and Blake walked in with Nero by her side, and my eyes were glued to them until I felt Killian touch my thigh, pinching my skin hard, and I felt a sense of chill crept through me as I directed my gaze to the table.

It was awfully silent as Blake and Nero took their seat in the midst of all twenty-four elders, and after a while, I raised my gaze, staring at Blake and meeting her eyes.

Gosh, I detest the sight of her, and how relaxed she looks sitting next to Nero is just outrageous because I knew she is a harlot who always had her eyes on him.

And I know her being with him is her way of defying me, trying to snatch everything that should be mine.

After taking a long look at me, Blake smirked faintly at me with pride in her eyes, and the feeling of hate squeezed my heart tightly in its grips, causing me to dig my nails into my skin until I felt a wet liquid pulling down my finger.

“I called you all here to let you guys know that my daughters have come of age to get more involved with the issue of our pack, and…" My father let out calmly, yet his expression was deadass serious.

“We know. But we also know that that's not all to it, right our leader?" Elder Carla asked with a frown.

Eyeing her, I watched her throw my mother a side-eye, and I wasn't the tiniest bit confused because, before this so-called meeting hosted by my father, my mother had a little gathering with those that stand with us.

“Of course, Carla!" My father uttered, sounding pressed. "We all know that I don't have a male heir and have two daughters. Now that they have mates, it's safe to say that they can now be more intimate with the affairs of the pack because sooner than later, one of them will have to take over from me, and..."

“If this meeting is about our next leader, then it shouldn't be a discussion because we all know that Luna will be just perfect for the position." Elder Carla blurted out, and I just knew my mother programmed her to be her spokesman.

Gazing at Carla, my father's face was ravaged with rage as he looked her dead in the eyes and firmly said, “I don't give a shit about your opinion, so cut me off one more time and…!"

Some of the elders slightly cleared their throats and the others seemed focused on nothing other than my father's red eyes.

Even though a minority of the elders wouldn't agree with what he was about to say because of my mother, there was still the majority of the elders who felt the way he did.

"So are you announcing that you have already made up your mind on Blake?"

“And if our leader did, what's wrong with that?” Elder Oscar asked with a humble tone.

The room immediately grew noisy with all the elders throwing their thoughts in the open, arguing aggressively while we watched in silence.

“Can you all shut the hell up!” My father finally roared, looking like he was fed up with their noise.

The was still mumbling going on in the room, but when he went into his Alpha state, silence seized the moment, sealing everyone's lips.

“You guys may be elders, but I'm still the leader of this pack, and I wouldn't think twice to put you all in worse conditions if you don't remember your place! So do not test my damn patience!” My father yelled, gazing around the room with bloodthirsty eyes.

After a couple of quiet minutes, he darted his gaze around the room and let out, “As full-grown individuals, how about you learn to take turns to talk!"

No one dared to speak for a couple of seconds, and I glanced over to Blake and Nero, wondering what was going on in her head.

How could he look so annoyingly comfortable with her when he was never like that with me. Karen was right all along. Thinking about that bitch is just as frustrating as looking at Blake because it's her fault that I am stuck with her abusive brother!

"How can we not want Luna when we have never seen Blake's wolf?" Elder Hall mumbled, pausing with a nervous look on his face. "I will never call my leader or his daughter a liar, but no one has seen her wolf, and it is baffling."

The other elders slowly shook their heads in agreement with him, and I could see the look of hesitation on my father's face.

"It's true. We all know Luna's wolf. She has run with the pack every full moon since her first transformation. But not Blake. How can we trust a leader who we have never seen her wolf?" Elder Tio calmly uttered, almost like he was picking his words wisely.

"We all know the kind of wolf Blake's grandfather is, so if she's anything like him, I will be hundred percent with her being our…" Elder Scrolls blurted out, his face turning pale instantly.

The room grew cold as though he had said something forbidden, and when I looked at Blake, she looked just as confused as me, even Nero looked shocked.

"My grandfather?" Blake mumbled, looking at my father with a touch of anger in her eyes. "Loki, what is he talking about?!"

The death stare that my father gave Elder Scrolls made me realize that those words were not meant for Blake's ears.

What the heck is so special about her that everything about her life has to be some big secret that even she doesn't know about, and yet, it seems like all the elders, including my mother and father, know more than they are telling.

"Who's my grandfather, Loki?!" Blake asked, and I could tell from my father's reluctant gaze that he hated being put on the spot by her.

When he didn't reply, I eyed Blake, and she looked hysterical with a touch of rage glowing in her eyes as she shouted, "Who is he, Loki?!"