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Special Breeder For Notorious Alpha
Chapter 54
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Griffyn exhaled deeply, his gaze shifting to the healers from Riverwalk, whose expressions mirrored the surprise that my question had sparked. It seemed to jolt them, this topic broached so early in our critical assembly.
“My love, I think you’re rushing into this,” Fae Aurora whispered, her hand resting lightly on my shoulder, a faint smile gracing her lips.
“Nothing is rushed, Mom. It’s precisely because the situation is dire that we need to address this. We must understand the state of health and healing within each of our packs,” I insisted, extending my hand to usher them towards the meeting room to the south of the expansive ballroom.

There, Timothee instructed Dave to prepare an assortment of snacks to welcome our guests. Fresh delights made from berries, bursting with flavor and vitality, awaited them.
“Regarding your inquiry, Luna Barbara, allow us to respond,” an elderly man in a white cloak replied. “The healers from Riverwalk are developing treatments from sandalwood roots and an anti-inflammatory potion made from white cabbage and pineapple extracts.”
“Are these potions ready and tested?” I asked.
“Not yet, Luna Barbara. We are still in the research phase. However, I am deeply grateful for the abundant aid from Silver Armor. We’ve also brought something for you.” He produced from his cloak’s pocket a bundle of herbs, their freshness evident.
Griffyn continued, “This is lemongrass tea and natural green tea cultivated on mountain heights. We’ve infused it with floral essences. It will aid in improving blood circulation.”
Timothee cleared his throat. “That’s very thoughtful, Alpha Griffyn. May we elevate our discussion to more pressing matters?”

I accepted the package from the aged healer and handed it to Dave for safekeeping. Shortly after, Healer Cruz arrived, slightly rushed, clutching several sheets of paper, her cloak appearing disheveled.
“I apologize for my tardiness in preparing this medical proposal,” Healer Cruz said, fluttering the papers in her hand.
“Please, take a seat, Healer Cruz. After all, we haven’t started yet,” I offered, gesturing to an empty chair beside another reserved for Prilly, who had yet to arrive.
“By the way, where is Prilly now?” I asked, stepping towards the doorway to peer outside the meeting room.

“It seems she overslept, Luna. She was up late preparing the assault proposal to be presented here,” Dave explained.
“Could you fetch her, Dave? We need her input as well,” Timothee glanced at Dave.
Without a word, Dave nodded and swiftly exited the meeting room to find Prilly, who was also running late. Timothee settled into his chair, giving me a brief look that prompted me to sit in mine while we awaited Prilly’s arrival.
An awkward silence descended as we waited for Dave to return with Prilly. I could sense the tension radiating from Timothee, his jaw clenched tightly as he stared at the door with an intense focus. Healer Cruz shifted uncomfortably in her seat beside me.
"I should have the proposal ready," she murmured, half to herself as she began shuffling through the stack of papers again. "I worked tirelessly on it, knowing how crucial - "
The heavy wooden door swung open with a groan, cutting off her words. Dave entered briskly, his expression grave. But it was the sight of Prilly, pale and hollow-eyed as she trailed behind him, that made my heart plummet.
"You're late," Timothee stated flatly, his gaze boring into her.
Prilly flinched almost imperceptibly. "I...my apologies. I struggled to find adequate rest last night."
"Well, perhaps you should have prioritized being rested for this vital meeting," he pressed, each word clipped and hard.
I opened my mouth, desperate to defuse the sudden tension, but Dave beat me to it.
"Now is not the time for assigning blame, Lycan," he interjected, voice carefully modulated. "Prilly was up late because she's as dedicated to this cause as any of us."
An uneasy silence fell again. I could practically feel the waves of anger and hurt crashing between them, three warriors locked in an unspoken anguish. My throat worked convulsively as I realized the truth.
They were all unraveling. Slowly, inexorably, the burden of this escalating conflict was fraying their resolve, their bonds with each other. If we couldn't find a way to unite...
The thought was too horrific to finish. Reaching out, I placed a steadying hand on Prilly's arm as she moved to take her seat beside Healer Cruz.
"We're all on edge," I said softly. "But we're still together in this."
Her lips trembled faintly as she met my gaze, and I saw the war-weary despair swimming in her eyes. How many sleepless nights had she endured, strategizing desperate plans?
Raising my voice, I addressed them all. "Whatever happens next, we can't lose sight of what matters. Our friendship, our family...that has to remain our bedrock. Or this evil wins before the fight even begins."
Silence hung heavy in the wake of my impassioned plea. And then, slowly...one by one, the tension seemed to bleed from their frames. Shoulders relaxed, spines straightened. My brave warriors, allowing my words to be their balm.
“Let’s regroup and discuss this further. Over the past few months, Silver Armor has been plagued by an intensity we have yet to fully comprehend. Whether it’s the work of Rogues or Hunters, we cannot be certain. The attacks from yesterday and the day before were the latest salvos from this enigmatic force, but they were repelled. Unfortunately, one of our colleagues who should have been here is absent due to those assaults,” I continued, mentioning the name with a hint of anxiety.
“Is that what caused the thick smoke yesterday, Luna Barbara?” Griffyn asked, his expression puzzled.
“Thick smoke? I’m not aware of that, Alpha Griffyn,” I replied, shaking my head.
“The dense smoke appears to be a signal from the kidnapper of Elder Darius. It’s as if they’re summoning someone or something,” Timothee interjected, clasping his hands on the table, exuding the authoritative demeanor befitting a leader. “What we need now is to uncover the mastermind behind all of this.”
“It sounds more complex than I imagined, Lycan Timothee. However, no matter what, I no longer harbor old wounds or seek to dismantle Silver Armor. While I do supply goods and medicinal materials, it’s purely for the exchange of knowledge,” Griffyn spoke up, a subtle undertone of displeasure in his voice.
“We’re not accusing anyone, Griffyn. Our meeting here is about cooperation to ensure the safety of all shifter nations,” Timothee reassured him.
“But why do you still not know the form of these attackers?” Griffyn pressed, his voice laced with frustration.
Griffyn’s question hung in the air, a testament to the elephant in the room that no one could ignore.
“It’s like we’re chasing ghosts,” Timothee admitted with a heavy heart. “Every time we think we’re close to the truth, it slips through our fingers like sand. Our attackers are shadows—seen one moment and gone the next. It’s as if they’re playing a game of cat and mouse with us, and we’re always one step behind.”
The room fell silent, the weight of their predicament settling on their shoulders like a thick fog.
“Could I interrupt for a moment, Lycan? I have outlined a strategy for apprehending them. I would like to present my proposal and welcome your feedback and open the floor for discussion.”