The Wolf King's Luna

CHAPTER 40

CATHERINE.

I watch as the bodies are taken down from the stakes and lined up on the floor to be covered with white sheets.

Just how perverse and demented must one be to be capable of such evil?

These are people's daughters, mates, sisters.

Someone's family.

"Cathy, " Damon calls out as he walks towards me, cutting off my view to the ghastly sight. "Don't look."

"Damon, what are we going to do about them?" I ask.

He smiles at me at the use of the word "we" before it fades away.

"I don't know. The normal and sane thing to do is to find out where they all came from and inform their packs and families. But as Mel said, I am already a threat and a cause for worry to mist packs. It is unlikely they would believe me. They could decide to use this as justification to attack us."

"Some might," I say. "Believe you that is. They can't all be your enemies. Think, who among the Alphas do you respect or nominally like?"

His eyes take on a deep contemplative gaze, before flickering back to me and then breaking into a smile.

"You might have a point there, there are a few Alphas and allies I can reach out to. And with the Falcon on my side to verify my claims, we can have this wretched act backfire on the Collector," he says.

"Willy."

"What?"

"Willy. His name is Willy. We agreed on that, remember?"

He smiles at me before nodding. "Right. Willy. Speaking of," he turns to the crowd of people covering the bodies. "Ryder, have you informed the Falcon I want to see her?" he calls out.

"Yes, Alpha."

"And? What was her response?"

"She said you will see her when you see her?"

Huh?

"What the hell does that mean?" he demands.

"I don't know Alpha. Seer stuff? I think she is just crazy," Ryder says as he turns back to the corpses, murmuring as he goes. "People aren't meant to live that long. They do that, then they see things that can't be unseen. It can't be healthy for their sanity."

I smile at his words. He does have a point.

"Unbelievable," Damon Crouch's as we begin to walk away. "It is my pack and she behaves like she owns it. Everyone on her own time."

"Ehn, she kind of earned it. And what? Do you want to kick her out?" I ask.

"No. Not until she helps me kill the bastard."

We arrive back at his study and he quickly gets behind his desk and pulls out a big book.

"What are you doing?" I ask. This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

"Calling would-be allies."

I nod at him as I watch him dial a number. I hear the dial tone ring and then a voice call out.

"Alpha Craig of the Sage pack, who am I speaking to?"

"Alpha Craig, this is Alpha Damon of the Blackwater pack. Did I catch you at a bad time?"

There is a beat of silence before I hear a response.

"Blackwater?"

"Yes."

"Hmm, to what do I owe this honor?"

"I have a favor to ask," Damon says.

"What kind of favor?"

"That you listen to what I am about to say without any influence of your preconceived notions."

"Okay."

Damon then proceeds to tell him a summarized version of what happened starting from my kidnapping.

"And you are certain," Alpha Craig says after listening. "That it is the Collector who is doing all these?"

"I have the Falcon living with me. She confirmed my theories."

"The Falcon? She?"

"Yes, the Falcon is a she," Damon confirms.

"I thought he- she died in that massacre," he responds.

"An act committed by the Collector, and no, she survived."

The Alpha is silent as he ruminates on what he has heard.

"Here is my theory on this situation," he begins. "You are aware of the less-than-keen attention that you and your pack face, you know that once this gets out, the vultures will circle to try and tear you down. You need allies you can trust, ones that can back you up. Am I correct?"

"Yes, you are. Can I count on you?"

"Not so fast. If I'm going to get behind you, I will need to confirm your story. First, I am going to look into any missing girls with the description you gave me, both in my pack and in others.

"I will also need to confirm the attack that you mentioned. The one in which you rescued your mate. If I find all these to be true, I will come visit you at your pack to confirm from the Falcon and plan ahead."

"Very well. What is your timeframe to finalize all these?"

"Friday. Once I am sure, I will head to your pack. Maybe with another trusted Aloha or two. Would that be okay?"

"Of course. I called you because of the honor in which you handle your affairs and that of others. Anyone you consider a friend will be accorded the same respect."

"Wise words, Alpha Damon. See you then."

They hang up the phone and Damon leans back with a heavy sigh.

"Do you trust him?" I ask.

"Alpha Craig was one of the very few Alpha's who had the guts to call out the Skylight lack on the way they treated their members. He was always at loggerheads with Greg at every council meeting."

Greg Sky.

Late Alpha of the Skylight pack and my then number one tortured.

I know werewolves are said to have violent and bestial tendencies but Greg took it to a whole new level.

He lived to put people down. To destroy their self-esteem

He abhorred anyone who could be slightly better than him at something.

I bet it is why he tried to kill Damon. A young wolf quickly climbs up and shows promise.

He must have hated that.

"Good, I take it the discussion with Alpha Craig went well," Steele says from the door. "Smart choice calling him, he would be a great ally to you. Now, let's talk war."