Alpha Eric's Promise, Protecting those he loves

Threads of Deception

The next few days passed in a blur of strategy meetings and preparation. Every wolf in the pack was on edge, waiting for the rogues to strike again. Patrols had doubled, and the elders had sent word to neighboring packs, hoping to gain insight into the silver wolf's origins.

 But there had been no new sightings, no additional attacks. It felt like the calm before a storm, an eerie quiet settling over our territory.

Ella could feel the tension growing with each passing day, gnawing at my instincts like an ever-present warning. Her thoughts were divided between the silver wolf and the looming threat of the rogues. We had to be ready for anything, and yet she couldn't shake the feeling that something—or someone—was watching, waiting for us to falter.

One evening, after another round of patrols, Ella made her way to the packhouse. The sun was setting over the treetops, and the air was very thick with the scent of damp earth. 

As Ella approached the doors, she heard the low murmur of voices inside. When she stepped in, she found the elders gathered around a large wooden table, deep in discussion.

"Lucas," Elder Samuel greeted her, his voice grave. "We were just talking about the rogues."

"Any news?" Ella asked, hoping for something—anything—that might give them an edge.

"None," Elder Maria replied, her brow furrowed. "But it's not just the rogues we're worried about anymore."

Ella frowned, feeling the weight of her words. "What do you mean?"

"The other packs," Samuel said slowly, choosing his words carefully. "They've been... distant. We've received responses to our inquiries, but they've been vague. Too vague."

"What are you saying?" Ella demanded, stepping closer to the table.

Maria exchanged a glance with Samuel before answering. "We think some of the packs may be withholding information. Whether it's out of fear or something else, we're not sure. But something doesn't feel right."

A knot tightened in my stomach. It wasn't uncommon for packs to be cautious, especially in times of unrest, but this went beyond caution. If the other packs were keeping secrets, it could jeopardize more than just our territory—it could put the entire region at risk.

"We need to get to the bottom of this," Ella said, her voice firm. "If there's something they're not telling us, we have to find out what it is. We can't afford to be left in the dark."

Samuel nodded in agreement, though his expression remained troubled. "We'll continue reaching out, but I fear it may not be enough. We need a more direct approach." She said

"I can go," Daniel spoke up from the corner of the room, where he had been silently observing the conversation. His gaze was steady, his usual arrogance tempered by the seriousness of the situation. "I have contacts in the eastern pack. If anyone knows something, it'll be them."

Ella hesitated for a moment. Sending Daniel out on a mission like this carried its own risks—he was impulsive, and I wasn't sure if she could trust him to keep a level head. But I also knew he had connections that could prove invaluable. She concluded.

"Fine," Ella agreed. "But you're not going alone. Take a team with you. She wants eyes on every pack you visit."

Daniel smirked, though there was no humor in it. "Don't worry, Lucas. We'll make sure we get answers."

As Daniel left to prepare for his journey, Ella remained with the elders, discussing our next steps. The more we talked, the more she realized how precarious their situation had become. We were surrounded by uncertainty—rogue attacks, a mysterious guardian wolf, and now the possibility of deception from our allies.

After the meeting, Ella stepped outside, needing to clear her head. The cool evening air brushed against her skin, and she took a deep breath, trying to shake the unease that had settled in her chest.

"Lucas."

Ella turned to see Maya approaching, her expression concerned. Her presence was a welcome relief, a reminder that amidst all the chaos, there was still something good in my life.

"You've been quiet lately," she said softly, coming to stand beside me. "Are you okay?"

She sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I don't know, Maya. There's just... so much going on. I feel like I'm constantly waiting for something to go wrong." She yelled.

She reached out and touched Ella's arm gently. "You don't have to carry it all alone, you know. We're all in this together."

Ella nodded, though I couldn't help but feel the weight of leadership pressing down on her. As Luna, the responsibility for every decision, every action, rested on me and Eric's shoulders. But Maya was right. I wasn't alone, and I couldn't afford to push people away—not when the stakes were this high. Eric my Alpha can't go to the fight with us, she is here looking after our children.

"But I just wish I knew what we were up against," Ella admitted, her gaze distant. "The silver wolf, the rogues... none of it makes sense."

Maya was quiet for a moment before speaking. "Maybe it's not supposed to. At least, not yet. Sometimes, things have to get worse before we get better."

Her words lingered in the air, and Ella realized how much she had come to rely on her steady presence. She had a way of calming the storm inside her, even when everything else felt like it was spiraling out of control.

"Thank you," Ella said, turning to face her fully. "For being here. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Maya smiled, though there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. "You don't have to thank me. I'm here because I want to be. And I'll stand by you, no matter what happens."

For a brief moment, Ella allowed myself to relax, to forget about the rogues and the pack politics. Maya was her anchor in a world that felt increasingly uncertain, and she wasn't about to take that for granted.

But the reprieve was short-lived.

As Ella returned to the packhouse later that night, she found Daniel waiting for her, his face unusually tense. He was supposed to leave for the eastern pack in the morning, but something in his expression told her plans had changed.

"What is it?" Ella asked, feeling a knot of dread form in her stomach.

"I just got word from one of my contacts," Daniel said, his voice low. "The rogues—there's more to them than we thought." He concluded.

Ella's heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?" She asked.

Daniel glanced around, as if checking to make sure we were alone, before continuing. "There's a faction of them, organized and growing stronger. They've been recruiting wolves from other packs, using promises of power and territory. And the worst part? Some of the packs might be backing them."

The room seemed to tilt, the weight of his words crashing down on Ella. Packs backing the rogues? It sounded impossible, but Daniel wouldn't be telling her this unless he had solid information.

"Are you saying the packs are working with the rogues?" Ella asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Not openly," Daniel clarified. "But there are whispers of alliances, wolves defecting from their packs to join the rogues. It's not just about territory anymore, Lucas. It's about power. And the rogues have found a way to exploit that."

A sick feeling churned in her gut. This wasn't just a rogue problem—it was a full-scale threat to the balance between packs. If what Daniel said was true, we were facing something far more dangerous than she had imagined.

"We need proof," Ella said, her mind racing. "We can't act on rumors alone."

Daniel nodded. "That's why we' are going to the eastern pack. We'll find out who's involved and bring back the evidence we need."

She could see the determination in his eyes, and for once, she was grateful for his reckless confidence. We needed answers, and if anyone could get them, it was Daniel.

"Be careful," she warned him. "If they're really working with the rogues, you'll be walking into enemy territory."

Daniel smirked, his usual bravado returning. "Don't worry. I've got this."

As he left to make his final preparations, Ella stood in the dimly lit hallway, the weight of everything pressing down on her. The rogues, the packs, the silver wolf—it was all connected, and I had to find a way to untangle the threads before it was too late.

But the more Ella learned, the more she realized that this fight wasn't just about defending their territory. It was about survival. And the enemies they faced weren't just lurking in the shadows—they were right in front of them, hiding behind the masks of allies.

The threads of deception were tightening, and she had to make sure they didn't get caught in the web.

As she walked outside, she looked up at the sky. The moon hung high, pale and distant, as if watching over everything. The silver wolf was still out there, somewhere. Watching, waiting.

Ella only hoped that when the time came, they would be ready.