SWNOVELS Chapter 80
Chapter 80
The council of pack elders convened on the day Athena prepared to embark on
her journey and duty called me to the deliberations with the elders. The weight of
responsibility pressed upon my shoulders, preventing me from being there to see
her off.
In the midst of discussions that would shape the pack’s future, I turned to Donnie,
my steadfast mate, and asked her with a regretful smile, “Donnie, I can’t be there
to say goodbye to Athena. Could you please convey my heartfelt regards and let
her know she'll be missed?”
“Sure, I will. She already said your presence wasn’t much needed.”
Donnie’s eyes mirrored understanding, and she nodded, a silent promise to
bridge the gap my absence created.
In the dimly lit chamber, the air was charged with the weight of impending
decisions as the council elders, their expressions etched with the wisdom of
years, gathered around the intricately carved table. Shadows danced on the
walls, mirroring the gravity of the matters at hand. It wasn't night time, but the
location of the meeting call fir such scenery.
The flickering candlelight cast an ethereal glow on the faces of the elders, their
eyes reflecting the collective concern for the pack’s future. I, too, sat amongst
them, the hum of urgency weaving through the room as the discussion unfolded
like a tapestry of intricate details and complex. decisions.
Seated around the weathered table, the elders’ eyes held the weight of years and
the echoes of countless discussions that had shaped the destiny of our pack.
The flickering candlelight cast. dancing shadows on the aged faces, creating a
tableau of wisdom and experience.
Elder Roth, his gaze steady, broke the silence. “The time has come to address
the delicate balance between tradition and adaptation. Our pack’s future hinges
on the decisions we make today.”
I nodded in agreement, the gravity of the moment settling over us like a tangible
cloak. “The dynamics of our territory are shifting, and we must navigate these
changes without forsaking the essence of who we are.”
Elder Lyla, her silver hair cascading like a waterfall, leaned forward. “The alliance
with neighboring packs is a path fraught with challenges. How do we ensure our
unity without compromising our autonomy?”
The deliberations unfolded, each elder contributing insights forged through years
of leadership. We discussed the intricacies of forging alliances, navigating
territorial boundaries, and preserving the cultural fabric that defined our pack.
As the discourse deepened, the air hummed with the tension of diverging
perspectives. Elder Kellan, the seasoned mediator, skillfully steered the
conversation toward consensus. “We must tread cautiously, honoring our past
while embracing the opportunities the future presents. Unity is our strength, but it
should not erase the unique imprint of our pack.”
The candle flames flickered, casting a dance of shadows on the aged walls,
mirroring the ebb and flow of our collective deliberations. Amidst the nuanced discussions, the bond
with the elders, forged through shared responsibilities and respect, formed the
backbone of our decision-making
process.
v attention.
Just as the dialogue reached a critical juncture, a subtle shift in the atmosphere
drew my
Suddenly, amidst the earnest discourse, a ripple of unease swept through me. A
peculiar sensation, an instinct honed through years of pack dynamics, tightened
my senses. The sudden realization that Donnie, my mate, was in danger
disrupted the measured cadence of the meeting, propelling me into action..
“I sense danger,” I uttered lowly to their listening. The gravity of the words
causing a collective pause in the discussion. The elders exchanged glances,
their expressions shifting from deliberation to shared concern.
Swiftly, I excused myself from the meeting, leaving the weighty matters
unresolved, at least temporarily. The urgency to reach Donnie tugged at my
every step as I navigated the familiar paths toward the source of my unease.
The forest outside echoed with an eerie stillness as I raced against time, the
primal instincts within propelling me forward. The whispers of leaves seemed to
carry a foreboding message, heightening the urgency that fueled my pursuit.
The pack’s future momentarily suspended, my focus narrowed to the immediate
concern safety of Donnie.
the
Tracing Donnie’s scent through the dense foliage, my instincts guided me to the
secluded clearing where the air hummed with the residue of conflict. As I stepped
into the scene, the sight that unfolded before me ignited a flame of irritation deep
within.
Raina stood defiantly before Donnie, their eyes locked in a fierce struggle for
dominance. The tension in the air crackled with aggression, and my jaw clenched
at the audacity of Raina to engage my mate in a fight.
“How dare you,” I growled, my voice cutting through the charged atmosphere.
The scent of damp earth and the tang of adrenaline mingled as I approached, my
gaze narrowing at the scene that betrayed the sanctity of our territory.
Donnie, battered but resilient, cast me a look that conveyed both relief and
frustration. Raina, undeterred by my presence, sneered in defiance. “Your mate
needs to learn her place. How can you do this to me? Have you you forgotten
how much I helped you? This is between me and get, Carlyle.”
The primal instincts within surgéd, a potent blend of fury and protectiveness. “Our
affairs are not settled through senseless brawls,” I retorted, the challenge evident
in my tone. “Leave now, before this escalates further.”
“How in your right senses will you tell me to leave just like that? Have you
forgotten how much said you love me?”
“What are you saying?” In history, we never had such discussion.”
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Raina reluctantly retreated, paying
full attention to my discussion with
Raina and a lingering tension hung in
the air. Turning to Donnie, I cradled
her gently as the storm of emotions
raging. within me tempered by the
relief of finding her unharmed.
Sidonnie here is my mate. And she Owes you no expla nation no matter what. I grant her the full power as the Luna of this pack.” I said proudly.
Touching Donnie, I was able to put
together what happened through our
mindlinked discussion and mate
bond. Since I marked her, I could
easily know what she is feeling
except she tunes me off.
“That can’t be. I should be the one with that right. I'm going to kill get. I'm going to kill you.”
“Something is wrong with her,” Donnie pointed out and I nodded, observing what
she was doing.
“Guards! Take her down! I ordered as she surged towards me, wanting to touch
me.
With the immediate threat quelled,
my focus shifted to tending to
Donnie’'s wounds and addressing the
repercussions of this brazen
intrusion. The irritation within me
simmered but I kept it at bay.