Chapter 88

Blake's POV

"Are the list for the food items already done?” A senior member of the Silver Pack asked a younger

werewolf.

“The list is already prepared. It's just I heard they are having a hard time looking for some

ingredients...”

"Actually, those ingredients were prepared before... but during the attack, everything became

wasted,” another said while shaking her head.

“No worries. Everything is good. What matters most is everyone is alive and well. Our king is also

doing fine. Now we just have to focus on preparing Carrie's birthday party...” the senior werewolf

said.

“That's right! Let's work hard to prepare a grand party!” The other replied.

Carrie's birthday party was right around the corner and the members of the Silver Pack thrown

themselves into preparing it.

Inside my study, I looked at the window and gazed upon the flurry of activity surrounding me.

Suddenly, I could not help but feel a heavy weight settling into the pit of my stomach.

The vibrant colors and cheerful chatter of the pack members only served to highlight the emptiness

that seemed to engulf me. My tired mind seemed like a maze filled with conflicting thoughts and

emotions... and I felt lost... lost in its labyrinthine depths.

I watched as my pack members scurried about, their energy palpable in the air. Everyone was

excitedly preparing for Carrie's eighteenth birthday party, a momentous occasion for any wolf... the

event that everyone was looking forward to.

As her brother, I was also one of those looking forward for this event. But at that moment, I could

help but feel down as my mind again became filled with Chloe's beautiful face.

Chloe... as the Luna of the Silver Pack, it was always her responsibility to prepare for celebrations like

this. In fact, when she was still here, she has began preparing for Carrie's birthday.

“That day, you have a big smile on your face when you talked to Carrie about the theme of her

party...

The two of you were so excited that time... Even arguing about the motif of the party..." I thought, a

sad smile appearing on my face.

“I never would have thought that you would leave even before Carrie's birthday."

Her eyes that sparkled with every simple things... Her smile, that never failed to comfort me...

Could it be considered that I was remembering them when I never forgot about them in the first

place?

A deep sigh escape in my throat as I continued to watch my busy pack members.

With Chloe gone, the responsibility of preparing for Carrie's birthday had fallen on my shoulders. As

the Alpha of the pack and the only family that Carrie had left, it was my duty to make sure that her

eighteenth birthday was celebrated in grand style. I did everything that I could and tried to prepare

Carrie's party as carefully as possible.

But despite my best efforts to stay focused on the task at hand, I found my mind wandering.

Chloe's words echoed through my mind and continued to haunt me.

Chloe told me... that the Silver Pack was a pressure to her... and that pressure was such a heavy

burden to the point that it forced her to leave.

I watched at the busy figure of my pack members. Some of them were carrying stuff and going

around the pack. On the other hand, other were busy with the preparing the decorations. Despite

the serious problems that our pack just faced, all of them had cheerful and hopeful expressions.

A sad chuckle escaped my lips, the bitter sound carrying the weight of resignation and longing.

Looking at the faces of my pack members... I knew that I could not simple discard my position and

leave the pack, especially now when there were dangers lurking in every corners.

As the King of the Silver Pack, I had the obligations to protect my pack. I could not leave them.

"At least, not yet."

I could not leave the Silver Pack because I am their King. But it would be a different matter if I found

a new King that would take my place.

Gripping my hands tight, I looked at the other corner of the garden.

Arthur, who was supposed to be busy because he is the pack doctor as well as my closest aide, was

watching as the pack prepares for the celebration. Although he was not directly interfering with the

arrangement, one could see that he was carefully observing everything, trying to make sure that

everything was fine.

"Arthur... you have always listened to me and follow my words...”

“This time, will you again listen to me?” I softly muttered as I looked at the man who was originally

born to the King of the Silver Pack.

Arthur was born strong and intelligent. He was way more capable than any other alphas of the pack.

If that thing did not happen before, he could have been sitting as the King of the Silver Pack right

now.

He was the best candidate to be the new king of the Silver Pack.

As if he heard my words, Arthur, who was busy looking at the preparation, looked in my direction.

Seeing my intense eyes, Arthur looked at me with question until his eyes turned suspicious. It was as

if he knew what I was thinking and he was already telling me that he would never agree to it.

I sighed before looking away. I knew it would be hard to convince him about this. He definitely

would not say yes easily.

“But I don't have other choice, do 1?" I thought as I looked back at Arthur who already turned

around.

“Chloe is not here in the pack...

“I know where she is, but I could not even go after her...not until I found someone who would take

my place as the king of the Silver Pack."

My eyes flashed at that thought. Decided, I started to walk and went to the office next to Arthur's

study. However, my goal was not him.

Instead, it was the person who could help me with my predicament.

Lyra, who had been engrossed in the task of handling documents, wore a serious expression as she

diligently attended to her responsibilities. Her brow furrowed in concentration, a sign of her

unwavering commitment to her duties to the pack.

Unlike me, who was so distracted I could not do one thing.

When Lyra caught sight of me entering the room, a flicker of surprise and concern passed across her

features, interrupting the focused facade she had maintained.

"What is it? Do you need anything, alpha?” She asked with a cold tone. However, her brows soften

as she looked at me with concern. Like a friend who was deeply concern with her friend who was

having a tough time.

There was no need for me to hesitate.

“I need your help,” I told her directly.

Surprisingly, like Arthur, Lyra looked at me with suspicious eyes. It was as if she already knew the

reason why I was looking for her.

Thus, I did not beat around the bush and directly told her.

“l want to leave the pack and make Arthur the next King.”