The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven novel Chapter 619

Chapter 619: Annual Hunt (II)

[Third Person].

By midday, whispers had already begun among the trees. By sunset, irritation simmered openly. When the horn sounded to signal the end of the hunt, the participants returned to camp dragging their game.

The clearing stirred with anticipation as the kills were counted. Then the final tally was announced.

The Fellowes siblings and three other wolves had the highest count.

A ripple passed through the crowd. Some impressed, some resentful.

Draven’s expression did not change. He rose from his seat, regal and composed. "As promised," he declared evenly, "Stormveil rewards excellence."

Then, gold tokens were presented, and public recognition granted. Applause followed—measured but audible.

People whispered as the winners stepped back.

"The Fellowes blood is still strong."

"They are not weak."

"Perhaps their fall was political."

Reginald stood among the observers, posture calm, eyes bright with contained satisfaction.

On the royal platform, Meredith watched Wanda closely. The victory had put colour back in her cheeks. Hope flickered there.

’This win has given them something to hold onto,’ Meredith thought quietly.

Just then, Valmora’s voice brushed through her mind. "They can only keep hoping."

Draven resumed his seat beside her. Through the matebond, his tone was low. "Do you sense anything?"

Meredith extended her awareness carefully. The forest felt normal and celebratory. There was no hidden malice or brooding danger pressing against her senses.

"No," she replied silently. "But something about today feels off. I just can’t explain it."

Draven’s jaw tightened slightly. "Reginald looks too pleased," he responded. "And yet he hasn’t moved or attempted to leave this camp once."

Meredith’s gaze drifted toward the man in question. "Or are we keeping watch on the wrong person?" she asked softly.

A small pause followed as Draven thought about it deeply. Then, he answered, "That may be what he wants. We will continue watching him. But we spread our eyes wider so we leave no blind spots."

Before Meredith could reply, a movement drew their attention. Reginald had approached the platform. But the guards immediately stepped forward and halted him at a respectful distance.

Instead of protesting, he bowed. "Your Majesty," he said smoothly, addressing Draven. "I thank you for honouring your word and rewarding my children."

Draven’s gaze remained steady. "They merited the reward," he replied. "Stormveil does not deny skill."

Reginald bowed again. "Then Stormveil is just."

There was no tension or defiance in his manner. Then, he turned and walked away.

Meredith watched his retreating back and exhaled slowly. ’I hope I am not worried for nothing,’ she thought. ’Because Grandma cannot be wrong.’

At the same time, the forest buzzed with laughter and music as the evening celebrations resumed.

Wanda stood slightly apart from the main circle of celebration with a goblet in hand. People had approached her and had spoken with new respect.

"You hunted brilliantly."

A Few Hours Later...

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