Until now, he had not realised that the heartache described in pack tales existed.
He remembered everything that had happened in the previous eight moons.
Over two hundred nights under the same moon, how many times did Isabelle go through such heartache?
Thinking about this, Liam’s paws slid weakly down the territory barrier.
For the first time, he wasn’t sure what to do.
A piercing howl from the messenger wolf interrupted his thoughts.
Seeing the crystal call that he had been dreading.
After a brief hesitation, Liam accepted the connection.
Nova, on the other end of the call, was as coy as usual:
‘Liam, you promised to take me as your Luna; why haven’t you contacted me in recent days? Do you know how much my wolf spirit misses you?’
Liam used to like her flirtatious words the most, but now they sound disgusting.
He resisted the urge to tear out her throat and responded to her with a deep growl:
‘It counts; wait for me on the sacred grounds.’
The she-wolf on the other end of the crystal was delighted to hear Liam’s words, sending a playful yip across the connection before cutting the call.
He took one last look out the window and left resolutely.
He swore in his heart that this time he would definitely explain Isabelle’s grievances from the previous eight moons.
Liam mustered his strength and dashed to the sacred grounds where he and Nova met.
He claimed this as Nova’s private territory outside of the main pack.
They used to meet here every moon, and Nova had been waiting for a long time.
Hearing his approach into the clearing, she emerged wearing the moonsilver collar he gifted and holding her graceful form.
When she saw Liam, she leapt into his arms.
‘Liam, are you finally willing to visit me? Has everything in your pack been dealt with?’
The scent of Nova wafted into his nostrils.
Liam couldn’t recall how many times he’d been intoxicated by this scent.
But it was now making him feel sick.
He pushed her away and stared at her coldly.
‘Nova, don’t you want to explain what happened eight moons ago?’
The she-wolf in front of him looked stunned.
But then she looked back with contempt in her eyes.
‘Liam, you’re not that naive, are you? What can we say about what happened eight moons ago? The pack world resembles a territorial war. Your father is incapable and will inevitably be eliminated. You should go to your ancestral grounds and question your father about this. Why are you asking me?’
Liam did not expect her to be so righteous.
I noticed that her tone was becoming more angry,
‘Nova, if it weren’t for your scheme, would my father have died? Will our Black Moon Pack collapse?’
She sneered.
