After Mira left that place, the people stared at each other in silence, a lot was going through their minds. Most of it was disbelief while others just thought it to be another plot by the witches.
"Do you think she is telling the truth?" asked a lady with short brown hair. "Of course not, but I think the witches are up to something". Said another.
" This must be another plot. "What for?We are left with no Queen or an heir. What else would they want?". While the conversation was going on, a woman with gray hair stood Elegantly at the corner, her gray eyes sparkled as the moonlight reflected on them.
Her both hands rested on the head of the white staff she carried about with herself. She listened to all that was being said without interrupting. she wanted to hear what others thought before she could chip in hers.
She listened for so long before finally deciding to make her presence known. "How foolish of you to conclude without even trying to confirm if what the witch has said is true" her voice rang like a bell in the silent night. The people fell silent, lowering their heads in shame as the gray head woman walked past, stopping right in front of the lady with short brown hair. "I expected more from you,Mary," said the gray headed woman. "Ni…Nimue," Mary stuttered.
The gaze she received from the gray head woman named Nimmue was oppressive. Nimue's gaze lingered on Mary for another minute before she turned back around to face the people who were present in that place, looking at each of their faces before speaking loudly to them.
"Let's us first confirm if what the witch has said is truth and if it's turns out to be the truth, then we have to protect our own at all cost" "Mary will take it upon herself to find out the truth. Right Mary? Nimue questioned with a slight smile that didn't reach her eyes.
Left with no other choice, Mary readily agreed. She would do anything just to peel off the old lady's gaze away from her. Once everything was settled, Nimue urged the people to go back inside and have some rest awaiting the news of tomorrow.
Nimue walked slowly but elegantly, making use of the white staff on her right hand to navigate her way through the lawn as she walked back to her home. In the meantime, Drake had taken over his evening duties in the underground dungeon. As usual he held the tray of food and syringe in his arms as he walked towards the prison. Walking past other rogues who were on guard inside the dungeon.
They sneered at him and called him names as he walked by but Drake was already used to all the name calling and could only care less about what the rogues thought of him and besides, there was a more pressing issue he needed to report to Skyler as soon as possible. Drake swiftly unlocked the prison door and made his way inside the room where Skyler was held in chains. Drake looked back at the entrance to make sure no one was around to hear him before dropping the tray on the ground and rushed over to Skyler. "Change of plans: your father has stepped down and your brother is going to be Alpha in two days, Lucas and the other warriors have plans to attack the rogue in two days". Drake said everything in one breath. Skyler was only able to grasp just a few words but his eyes widened as he put the pieces together.
"Are you sure?" he asked, receiving a quick nod from Drake. Skyler fell silent for a moment, he didn't know what to think or do in this situation as he was in chains, he could only wait for Lucas and the others.
"Have you heard from your wolf?" Drake asked and Skyler sighed, shaking his head at the question.
"What could be the problem?" asked Drake with a worried expression. Skyler sighed again, he didn't know what the problem was either. He had since stopped taking the silver injections and the his bloodstream had been cleansed of any silver. As to why his wolf refused to surface, he couldn't tell, unless he was now without a wolf.
That would really suck because he needed his wolf strength to fight his