<b>Chapter </b><b>105 </b>
“Uncle,” Adrian replied. His voice remained steady despite
tension evident in his jast. ‘Mam.”
Adrian’s mother give a slight noi, Hei eyes boiefly met her son’s bedare dropping away. The conflict in her expression was clear, Love for her son with loyalty to her current bumband.
dismissi
Maxwell’s gare swept dismissively over ear small gir
lip curled slightly
“Is this all you brought? 1 expected at least a show of force, Il not actual strength. His eyes settled on Ryder. “Don’t tell me this boy is your Bet? Cer <b>find </b>a well whose voice has changed yet?”
“Actually.” Adrian said smoothly, Ryder is
Enest watts. This is my lets,
Maswell’s eyebrows shot up as <b>he </b>turned to me. A bark of brighter escaped his
“A female Beta? How progressive of you.” He shook his head. Amusement danced in his cold eyes. “You truly believe you can win the Alpha King election with a woman as your second? This snt a children’s game, nephew. It’s werewolf politics.”
Four years ago, Maxwell and I met once–but it looks like neither of us recognizes the other now.
“Perhaps if more Alphas chose their Betas <b>based </b>on intelligence <b>and </b><b>loyalty </b>rather than testosterone levels, the westeri territories wouldn’t be in such disarray.” I replied. “But I suppose thinking beyond brute strength requires more sophistication than some can manage.”
Maxwell’s face darkened with anger. His eyes shed red at the edges.
Adrian’s mother gasped softly. <b>Her </b><b>gaze </b><b>darted </b>nervously between us.
For a tense moment, I thought Maxwell might actually attack. His hands had partially shifted. ws extended from his fingertips<b>. </b>
Before the <b>situation </b><b>could </b>escte further, trumpets red from <b>inside </b>the ceremonial hall. They signaled the ceremony’s imminent start.
“Come, Maxwell, Adrian’s mother said hurriedly. She ced a restraining hand on her husband’s
“We’ll bete.”
Maxwell’s eyes remained locked with mine for another heartbeat. Then he allowed his wife to lead him away.
As they walked toward the entrance, I caught Adrian’s mother ncing back. Her <b>expression </b><b>showed </b><b>aplex </b>mixture of fear, sadness, and something that
might have been pride.
“Last time he worked <b>behind </b>the scenes to cancel your Alpha King candidacy,” I <b>said</b>, my voice low with concern “We need to be careful around him. Who <b>knows </b>what tricks he’ll try to pull nest.”
~~“Well,” Ryder murmured <b>as </b>we watched them disappear inside, “that <b>was </b>certainly an encouraging start to the proceedings.”
Adrian’s hand found mine. He squeezed gently
“You didn’t have to defend me,” he said quietly.
“I wasn’t defending you,” I replied. “I was defending <b>us</b>–Oasisborn, We may be small, <b>we </b>may be new, but we’re not weak. And I hate men who look down on women like that ”
A smile tugged at his lips. Then let’s not keep them waiting. It’s time they learned exactly what Oasisborn <b>is </b>capable of”
The Grand Ceremonial Hall of Silvercrest Mountain took my breath away.
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beneath full moons, al
<b>that </b>had shaped nor history.
Hundreds of candles flickered in Iran chandeliers suspended above it.
The circr chamber was arranged like an amphitheater, with stone benches rising inmerntile sings around a centrst tfomi<b>. </b><b>Each </b>dem banya designated section marked by their park colori and symbols.
The eastern times ocupled nearly half the chamber, their numbers a stark reminder of the power imbnce in well politics.
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“Everyone’s staring at us,” I whispered to Lydia.
“Not at us,” she corrected softly. “M was <b>pack</b>. Wete strangers to them–the newest pack to enter thesepetitions in decades. They’re curings about what threat we might pose.”
Trumpets ted, echoing through the chamber. Conversations ceased as twelve elders entered from behind the central tform. Each more ceremonial india robes embroidered with silver wall silhouettes. They formed a circle around the raised dain
The oldest among them–a white <b>hatred </b>woman with a deeply lined face–stepped forward. She raised her arms, and silence fell.
“I am Elder Selene, First Voice of the North American Werewolf <b>Council</b>,” she announced. “For four centuries, we have gathered here to choose who shall lead. The Alpha king stands <b>as </b>guardian of our traditions, territories, and future.
“Forty–two Alphas have qualified for this election. By the next full moon, only one wi
Four younger wolves approached carrying stone bowls containing earth, water, <b>fire</b><b>, </b>and a single white feather. The elders began a melodic chant in an <b>ancient </bnguage. The elements in the bowls glowed with ethereal light.
After the ceremonial rituals, Elder 5
Selene exined the trials.
“Now, we shall exin the Four Trials. These trials test qualities essential to true leadership.”
A broad–shouldered elder stepped forward. “The Trial of Strength tests physical power. Each candidate must face the Guardian Beast alone, armed only with courage <b>and </b>resolve
I leaned toward Adrian. ‘Guardian Beast?”
“A werewolf of <b>extraordinary </b>size and strength, Adrian replied quietly. Chosen every fo
four years. No one knows who it is until they enter the <b>arena</b>.”
The next elder moved to the <b>center</b>. “The Trial of Wisdom challenges not the candidate alone, but the pack they lead. Knowledge, strategy, and judgment will determine who advances
A third elder took her ce. <b>“</b><b>The </b><b>Trial </b>of Will tests endurance in its purest form. Many strong Alphas have fallen here, where mind and body must withstand what few could imagine.“His gaze swept across the candidates, lingering momentarily on each face. “<b>Pain </b>is temporary. Failure is forever.”
Finally, <b>Elder </b>Selene returned to center stage, her presencemanding despite her diminutive stature,
“The Trial of the Moon,” she announced, “is the final and must sacred challenge. Its nature remains unknown to all but those who have faced it.” Her eyes gleamed with an inner light that seemed almost supernatural “Only those truly worthy can pass the Moon Goddess’s judgment ”
She addressed the assembly once more. “The trials will span <b>four </b>weeks. The Trial of Strength begins tomorrow at dawn. Tonight, celebrate. Tomorrow, the path to kingship begins.”
As people filed out, I felt both anxious and excited. The trials <b>sounded </b>more dangerous than I had anticipated. Adrian’s expression remained calm and determined.
<b>“</b>We should prepare for tomorrow,” he <b>said</b><b>, </b>“The Trial of Strength will eliminate many candidates immediately.”
Ryder nodded. ‘I heardst election, the Guardian Beast broke three Alphax ribs in the first minute. Only seven evennded <b>a </b>hit.”
“Not particrly reassuring.” I replied divls, raming ? prin from our young warrior,
We had almost reached the main donuts when Ethan appested, his fare fighting up with enthusias
“Skyri h
he called out, hurrying over. The been looking for you. We need in talk properly catch up on everything.
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