The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395: Chapter 395 Arrival

「On Zion’s side...」

As soon as Zion dashed out from the temporary shelter, he ran through the forest at full speed. Yet even in his urgency, he carefully avoided low-hanging branches and thick bushes, anything that might scratch Addison’s exposed face.

Mary couldn’t cover her completely with the blanket, fearing she might suffocate, so Zion made sure to choose the safest route possible.

He compensated for the longer path with sheer speed, his powerful strides cutting through the forest like a blur. By the time the sun neared its peak, he had already reached the perimeter close to the Golden Hue Pack.

But then he stopped.

A few thin trails of black smoke rose from the direction of the pack. His chest tightened, his heart pounding violently against his ribs. He didn’t want to believe what his eyes were telling him, but deep down, he knew something terrible had happened while they were away.

He paused only for a brief moment before charging toward the Golden Hue Pack, a new fear thundering in his chest as Addison’s condition flashed in his mind. His earlier suspicion now burned even stronger.

As he crossed the border of the pack, a thick, metallic stench of blood hit him, heavy and suffocating. The reek clung to the air and the forest floor alike, forcing him to scrunch his nose and narrow his eyes.

Still, he didn’t slow down. He couldn’t sense any presence nearby, which told him the danger had long passed, but that knowledge brought little comfort.

By chance, he had entered through a section of the forest near his former post, midway between his area and Maxwell’s. Yet the silence was unsettling, no guards, no movement, nothing. The emptiness gnawed at him, tightening the unease twisting in his gut.

’Is the situation really that bad?’ Zion thought grimly as his gaze swept over the scene. Bodies were scattered across the ground, some so mangled they were barely recognizable, others with faces still intact but smeared with dried blood.

Judging by their tattered clothes and unfamiliar faces, Zion quickly realized they weren’t members of the Golden Hue Pack. The stench of decay mixed with that distinct, foul odor only rogues carried confirmed it; these were outsiders.

The rogues had attacked.

His mind raced, recalling the string of rogue attacks that had plagued his own territory. A sickening thought clicked into place, and his chest tightened. He grew even more protective, wanting to keep Addison safe. The Golden Hue Pack may have been attacked and was now in a sorry state, but at that moment, he couldn’t help feeling a grim sense of relief that he’d kept Addison away last night.

Because if his suspicion was right... the attack might not have been random at all. It could be connected to her, just like the relentless rogue incursions that had haunted his territory for years. And now, the pieces were starting to fit together in the worst possible way.

The timing of the rogue attack felt almost too coincidental, striking precisely when Addison was nearby, along with the plan he had heard Greg and Chase had talked about in the forest, only proved all of these.

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