Chapter 227: Chapter 227

Where do we go from here?

The deafening silence must’ve been an answer to her.

“You can go, you know.”

I turn to Meredith. She has a melancholic smile on her face, but she sits dignified and poised. Even before she clarifies what she means, I know what she has to say. There’s an indignant part of my that doesn’t want to listen but I know better than to interrupt her.

“You can go to Ignis Red, Selene.”

The fondness in her eyes is overwhelming as she stands. She walks by Noah and Isaac, not even sparring a glance at Williams who also seems to realize where she’s going with this.

She walks over to me in three strides, “When all of this is over, you can go and live the life you should’ve had. Be happy, have pups… No more suffering.”

“What about Greyhound, Meredith?”

I ask, my voice on the edge of irritation. To think she’d suggest that I’d turn my back on them. On her. I couldn’t imagine doing such a thing. Not after everything we’ve all been through together.

“I will not abandon you-”

“Oh, darling, you won’t. Someone else can take over. We have good people, Selene. Yes, you are the Alpha, but first and foremost, you are my daughter.”

She takes my face in her hands and gives me a warm squeeze. Her thumb brushes over my cheekbones affectionately, “At first, it was just about getting an Alpha in my seat. But now, I only want you to be happy. And if the only way for you to achieve that is by leaving, then so be it.”

I stare at her for a beat, then two, astounded at this turn of events. I could feel Raizel reach out to me, but I couldn’t look at him. Not yet. I didn’t want to hesitate. To allow him to persuade me any which way.

I wanted this to be my decision.

Meredith was deathly serious. Anyone could see by the way she was looking at me. She held my gaze and not once had she looked away or faltered.

She meant everything she said.

“Then I suppose we have to find another way,”

Htell her, “Because I am not doing that.”

She lets out a defeated sound but nods reluctantly. I knew Raizel and I had a lot to talk about concerning this. Sooner or later our people would want answers on how this was going to be done. I had no doubt rumors and talk were spreading around our packs as we speak on what was going to happen to them. On whether or not they lose and Alpha or gain another. Joining our packs together would be ideal, but it was hard when our territories were cut off.

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It could never work being so far apart.

“There might be one way…”

H Williams mumbles. He chews on his bottom lip before opening the drawer in front of him. Everyone watches as he pulls out a scroll and starts to unroll it.

When he finally flattens it on his table, he gestures for all of us to come over and look.

It’s a map.

(lol I thought of Dora)

“Greyhound and Ignis Red are miles and miles apart but….”

He points to the section where the two meet and my heart drops. I feel it beat against my chest as I slowly look up to Isaac who looks just as astounded by what Williams is suggesting. There’s a bitter taste on my tongue, but I ignore it in favor of staring at where he’s pointing.

“There is one connecting point.”

He looks at me, “Duskfall.”

ISAAC HAD BEEN the one to break the silence.

No sooner than the words left Williams’ mouth, the Ga mma had abruptly gotten up. His chair scraped back with a screech before he brushed passed everyone with a forced, “excuse me” gritted under his breath. He kept his head down for the sake of his pride but the clench of his jaw and the balling of his trembling fists said more than words ever could. He was taken off guard. He’d been caught at a loss and he couldn’t stay in the room long enough to lose his cool.

There’d only be a handful of times I’d seen Issac lose his temper but for each and every instance he’d hidden himself away. Like a ticking bomb, he’d stay out of sight until his anger diffused.

He’d refuse to go out before then.

It’s only fitting that when the Gam ma briskly moves around the table and heads straight for the door, no one said a word.

No one tried to stop him, nor did anyone really ask why he was suddenly so tense and hostile to the point his potent rage permeated the air of room. The hostility was so thick and heady that goosebumps rose from my skin in immediate response.

Emerson and Weston had stiffened at the change of his posture. They eyed him cautiously from their place until he passed them by. His aggression triggered the instinct to be wary of him. Of what he might do should he be unhinged. The sound of the door slamming shut behind him and the drag of his footsteps fading into silence is what is left behind.