Chapter 134


    I shrugged. “I don’t know. I asked him once, but all he said was that he was


    visiting some patients in other Packs. There were letters and papers he held on to for those patients,


    but since my house in Wild Crawler had been burnt down… the records are gone.”


    With everything going on in Anemond, I’dpletely forgotten about the fire. frowned as I thought


    about it again.


    “Was the arsonist ever found?” I wondered.


    and then c


    Asher shook his head “Lancel found someone suspicious, he disappeared during the chase before he


    could be apprehended and brought in for questioning.”


    “Disappeared?” I repeated back,pletely puzzled.


    He nodded. “That’s why I’m wondering if Emmett could be rted to all of this sorcery. I had talked to


    Sp ik e about it in the dungeon, and he mentioned that some sorcerors were able to teleport with


    talismans. So, I’m wondering if the arsonist was


    a sorcerer.”


    I nodded as I considered this new idea.


    Asher’s theories and suspicions were valid and reasonable, but it was nearly impossible to confirm if


    they were true, since Emmett was dead.


    “I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I know this is a lot to consider. I don’t war think ill of Emmett or anything, or


    think I’m saying all of this because I’m j just trying to determine if these things are rted or not. This is


    all a hug puzzle, and it seems like it’s only growing moreplicated with each pass.


    “I understand,” I said. “I feel the same way.”


    We fell into silence again, until I realized that Asher had nothing else to say. To be honest, I didn’t


    either. There were a lot of things to consider, and tensions were high.


    I got my medical kit back out and prepared to take Asher’s blood.


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    Shortly after I finished the king’s health check, there was a knock on the


    chamber door.


    Who is it,” Asher called out, his tone dripping with irritation. “I told you that ! will not be disturbed today.”


    “My apologies, Your Majesty,” the guard on the other side of the door replied, his low voice mu ffled.


    “The Beta Ss has arrived and wishes to speak with you.”


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    her belongings.


    “I should take my leave,” she said quietly, and she nervously tucked her hair behind her ear. “We can


    speak moreter. Have a good night.”


    “You too,” I said, and then I addressed the guard. “Send him in at once.”


    The doors parted and in walked Ss Moses. My brother-inw’s face was weary, and his eyes had


    dark circles beneath them as if he hadn’t gotten much sleep. Not that I could me him, of course. Last


    night’s events had gone long into the night. The entire Pack had been so thrilled to see the Beta that


    the celebration


    had been drawn out.


    I


    Ss nced at Cas sandra but didn’t say a word as the beautiful healer passed him. Instead, he


    offered her a soft nod, which she returned in kind, and then he gave me a polite bow of respect.


    “Good evening, Your Majesty,” he said formally in his calm, even voice. “I hope I’m not interrupting


    anything.”


    “No, not at all, Ss,” I said, and I gestured at the leather couch opposite mine. “Please, take a seat.


    I’ve been wanting an audience with you anyway. This saves me the trouble of having to track you


    down.”


    “Yes, Your Majesty,” Ss said politely, and then he made his way over to me. I hadn’t had a great


    opportunity to spend much time with the young man during the celebration party yesterday. There had


    been a great deal of people, and my attention had been pulled in a million directions. But now, as I


    studied Ss Moses, I found he was quite different than his father. Actually, unlike Adalyn, Ss


    seemed to


    be more like Linda than Oliver.


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    He shared my wife’s strange golden eyes, but his gaze was calmer, more steady. His dark hair was


    neatlybed and his appearance was put together without trying too hard.


    We spent a little time chatting about the festivities of the night before, and once the conversation


    reached a natural, organic end, Ss shifted the subject and reported on his inspection of the military.


    “The Myriad is in good function,” he exined, and he crossed his lon folded his hands in hisp. “And


    so are the other troops. They underwen inspection, and everything is in great standing. Training and


    logistics are ju optimal as ever and morale is good.”


    “Good,” I said. “I’m d to hear they’re up to code.”


    “Yes, Your Majesty,” Ss replied. “They’re doing fine work. There is something on my mind, though, if


    you don’t mind my bringing it up.”


    “Of course,” I said with a gesture of my hand. “Please, go ahead.”


    “Well, I was thinking on the subject, and I believe we should implement a change,” he began. “I think


    the recruitment of the Myriad should be open to more ordinary werewolves in Wega rather than just


    young werewolves from upper-ss families.”


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    “Oh,” I remarked, and I was admittedly taken aback by this idea. This had my immediate interest


    because most werewolves, especially the ones in Anemond, believed warriors in the Myriad should be


    elites, and elites were the to onlye from upper-ss families.


    “What made you think of this?” I wondered with a small smile.


    Ss took a moment to gather his thoughts and then locked eyes with me.


    “Upon my observation, there are no huge gaps in capabilities between ordinary wolves and so-called


    ‘prestigious’ werewolves,” he answered. “I’ve seen plenty of capable warriors from ordinary families


    who outperformed warriors from families in Anemond. I think it’s ssist and ridiculous to pretend


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    fighter. Why should one’s family name determine their skillset?”


    I was in shock. I hadn’t expected such words from Oliver Moses’ son.


    I nodded in agreement. “Well said, Ss. I agree with youpletely. Honestly, I think that logic


    shouldn’t just apply to warriors either. I think Wega should focus less on the pecking order and more


    on ways to better ourselves and our country.”


    “I agree, Your Majesty,” Ss replied, and he offered me a small smile.


    “Please, it’s just you and me,” I said. “Not to mention I’m your brothe can just call me Asher.”


    “Asher,” he repeated back. “Right.”


    As we looked at one another, I remembered what Cas sandra had told me earlier and shifted the topic.


    “Yesterday’s party,” I remarked. “I know it’s likely a tough subject, but I have to bring attention to it since


    I have you here.”


    “I figured as much,” Ss said quietly.


    “Speaking as the Alpha King, I don’t think this incident was a mistake,” I noted. “Like your father noted.”


    Ss’ body stiffened and then he nodded slowly.


    “I don’t think so either,” he admitted.


    “Why didn’t you just speak the truth?” I wondered. “Why didn’t you announce the banquet hall that


    Becky was your mate?


    After a second of silence, Ss answered.


    “It’s because of my father,” he exined. “I’m…. worried what he would do to Becky if I were to im


    her as my mate. He’s ruthless and callous, and I wouldn’t want him to bring her any harm. He doesn’t


    think as we do. The ss system of


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    Anemond suits his agenda, so he has no reason to question it.”


    I was surprised again by the way he spoke. Not many talked against Oliver Moses. Ss was honest. I


    liked that about him.


    “So, it was out of protection?” I asked.


    “Yes,” he replied. “I know it sounds… cowardly.”


    “No,” I said. “No, I understand.”


    A sigh rose up from my chest, and again I thought of Cas sandra, and furthermore, Cora.


    “You shouldn’t do this based on your own assumptions,” I said, and I rested my hands in myp. “It’s


    unfair to Becky, and it could also hurt her. I know you’re doing your best to protect her, but you’re


    risking hurting her feelings, as well. Some hurts will never heal, even if you try to apologize for itter.


    Regret only goes so far.”


    “I understand,” Ss replied thoughtfully. “If it’s alright with you, I’ll take this conversation into


    consideration. I don’t know what I want to say to her, but I need to gather my thoughts. I want to be


    honest with her, but I can’t risk her safety.”


    “Of course,” I replied. “Do what you must. Just know that should you need anything, I’m here to help.”


    “Thank you, Your Maje- Asher,” he corrected himself. “I appreciate your


    of wisdom.”


    “Any time,” I said.


    I hadn’t meant to sound like the young man’s father, nor had I intended t him a lesson. I simply wanted


    to help Cas sandra and her friend. So, I quickly shifte the conversation back to business.


    “Now, is there anything else you’d like to report?” I wondered.


    Ss nodded, and suddenly, his expression grew even more serious. He took a


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    “When I was inspecting the border, I came across someone,” he said quietly, and he nced around as


    if he were worried about being overheard. “Someone I didn’t expect to find. Ector Felix.”