Chapter 186
“You really should at least listen to what the alpha has to say, don’t you think?” Dirk’s voice cuts through the silence again, but I deliberately ignore him. Still, I catch the subtle tone beneath his words—was it a warning, a plea, or a veiled threat? The uncertainty twists in my gut.
“The way you speak to a Luna is all wrong, Dirk.” The sharp ‘k’ in his name snaps like dry twigs between my teeth. “If your alpha were truly an alpha, he’d understand that.” I keep my gaze wandering around the sparse surroundings, making it clear that he holds no importance for me.
There’s nothing else here—no furniture, no personal belongings. It’s as if they pack up and move so quickly that they leave everything behind or stash it somewhere else. These sleeping tents stand out starkly against the forest’s natural backdrop, the most obvious signs of their presence in the wilderness.
“Whose place is this?” I ask, just to keep him talking, hoping he’ll accidentally reveal something useful. But the stench is unbearable, so I lower myself to the ground, desperate for relief. I wonder if all rogues carry this foul odor because they neglect hygiene, or if being outside a pack changes them somehow.
“You’re fortunate enough to be sleeping in my humble abode while you stay with us, Luna,” Dirk replies with a smirk.
I have to swallow hard to keep the bile from rising in my throat.
A soft voice breaks through the tension.
“Ryker, follow me. Find me, please. Bring the kids. Track me through the forest if you have to.”
*
“So, you’re the one stirring up all this trouble,” a deep, gravelly voice rumbles from behind Dirk. If fear hadn’t gripped me so tightly, I might have caught the humor woven into it.


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