"Your Majesty, there’s someone here to see you."
Elijah wasn’t surprised to hear he had a late-night visitor. All day, guests had been arriving to pay their respects to the Alpha King. And, of course, when night fell, it was time for the secret alliances to come crawling out of the dark.
With Henry’s burial set for tomorrow and the position of the next West Pack Alpha still dangling precariously over everyone’s heads, he had been expecting this.
"Let him in," Elijah said, crossing one leg over the other. His mind went over a mental list of possible late-night visitors, his eyes lit up with satisfaction when the guest turned out to be exactly who he’d suspected.
"Beta Dominic," Elijah addressed smoothly, "This is quite a pleasant visit."
"Your Majesty," Dominic bowed his head low in respect. "I decided to come at a convenient hour and take the opportunity to discuss an important matter with you."
"You are a wise man, Beta Dominic. Sit." Elijah gestured to the chair beside him.
Dominic obeyed immediately, settling into the seat.
Almost at once, Christian appeared with a servant girl carrying a tray. She poured Elijah’s wine first, her hands trembling slightly, then filled Dominic’s glass. Elijah gave a slight nod, dismissing her, and she scurried out quickly.
Christian, however, remained standing behind the Alpha King, and keeping watch.
"To the progress of the West Pack," Elijah toasted.
"To the progress of the West Pack," Dominic repeated with enthusiasm, lifting his glass before drinking on cue.
They both set their half-emptied glasses on the table between them.
Elijah relaxed back, his piercing gaze fixed on Dominic. "Now, tell me what brings you here so late at night, Beta Dominic?"
Dominic cleared his throat. "Before I proceed, Your Majesty, I wished to present you with this."
He then reached into the bag he had come with and with both hands, carefully withdrew a masterfully crafted box. It’s surface was a deep burgundy red, and had runic etchings around it’s edges. It obviously was a relic of some sorts.
Elijah’s eyes narrowed with intrigue at the craftsmanship alone. He then flicked his fingers, and Christian moved, taking the box from Dominic.
He rotated it slightly, inspecting every angle before carefully unlatching it to ensure there was no danger hidden within. Only when he was fully satisfied did he present it to the Alpha King.
Elijah’s eyes shone, a small smile touching his lips as he gazed inside. Nestled within the box was a golden ring, its centerpiece forged into the fierce head of a roaring lion. The detail was so exquisite that each strand of its mane was individually etched, and the tooth gleamed like it was ready to bite.
"And the box," Dominic continued, lowering his voice as if he was sharing a sacred secret here, "is no mere container. It is called ’The Moon’s Vessel.’ It was blessed by the previous High Mother herself beneath the light of the full moon. Legend says it brings good fortune to whomever possesses it, protecting them from betrayal and evil. There is only one such vessel at the moment, and acquiring it..." Dominic paused, deliberately cracking his neck to hint he had suffered in the process, "...took more effort and sacrifice than I care to admit."
His message was clear: I have given you something priceless.
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