Chapter 11: The meeting(2)

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"Our kingdom was attacked by some creatures who identify themselves as Miskyras. The thing is these creatures were mentioned in the old prophecy-" Mark stopped talking as Gretha who putted up his hand.

"Yes, Alpha Umaki?"

"I apologize for interrupting, but my pack was also attacked by these creatures and l don't think this is a coincidence. l am sure they might have also told you some words that prove the prophecy is true." he said with a serious expression.

"My pack as well was attacked." Alkerica uttered, his brows furrowed in thought, placing his hand on his chin.

Everyone nodded in agreement, implying they were also attacked, proving this was not a coincidence, except for Nehora instead she had a frown on her face.

'The Miskyras attacked their packs except mine?' Nehora thought.

'Which means they know that the Crystal Moon pack belong to their huge enemy, us. How do they know this? They may be keeping a track on us basically... Sneaky motherf**kers!' Hestia said in their mind.

'That explains it.'

"Well, that further proves the prophecy is true and will happen." Mark uttered in a serious voice.

"Wait, then what about the female with golden eyes and silver hair whereabouts? Shouldn't we find this female is?" uttered Esmeray which everyone nodded after all she is the key to saving this world.

The atmosphere became tense as everyone looked at Mark to see if he knew anything or had some relevant information.

Mark felt awkward seeing as though the attention was directed to him all of the sudden, but in a way, they look at the right man with the answers.

"Well, l do have some information about her, but they are that useful as it may not inform us about her whereabout so few days ago. I have sent some scouts to search out her whereabouts and this is what they found-"

Everyone listened attentively to him, but Nehora just glared at him coldly because somehow, they had information about her which made her listen to him. "6 years ago, as you may have heard, a vampire city was destroyed by an anonymous person, but in fact after these years, our scouts found out that a female with silver hair and golden eyes was the anonymous person who destroyed the city.

She was their caged champion for the underground fights that were hosted in that city for the entertainment for those noble vampires. This is only information we have for now, so this only tells us she basically exists." Mark uttered finally coming to a stop.

Nehora glared at him with emotionless eyes but from the inside she was shocked to the core as the reason is how did they freaking find out after all, Nehora made sure her pervious movements were untraceable so how?

'How did not f*cking find out? Didn't l kill all those f*ucking nobles of that city and the other ones?! Maybe l shouldn't have spared the other vampires who weren't nobles.... l should have wiped out that city completely, living no one alive...' Nehora thought with a dark expression plastered on her face.

'Hey, hey, hey Nehora! Calm down, okay? It has alrighty passed, it doesn't help by thinking about it. Nothing is going to change, they alrighty found out but they still don't know it is you so act normal.' Hestia said.

Nehora just sighed with a tired look before placing her elbow on the table, her hand on her cheek," Do you have a description of how she looked?" Honald uttered with a solemn expression plastered on his face. He had a tint of british accent in his voice.

"Sadly, we don't." Alaric uttered, the Lycan king.

Honald just nodded and continued to be in silence.

Mark gestured now to Khelra, the Zeta, "The Zeta will be responsible for the training of our united army starting from tomorrow. If you have any suggestions or methods which may aid us. Please do speak now."

Nehora stared at Alaric at first who in return ignored her. She sat upright, placing her elbows on the table and her hands on her chin now. She glared at all the people present, "My subordinates, Rebecca and her team designed advanced tech suits met for combat. It is made for males and females which may aid us against the Miskyras. l suggest they start getting familiar with them starting tomorrow."

"*Humph*-" uttered Kevin while crossing his arms looking at her and Nehora was now getting annoyed by him.

"l won't allow my pack warriors to equip those tech suits of yours. l mean are they safe?" after saying that he gave her an accusing expression.

'That is the dumbest question l ever heard.' Hestia said with bored look on her wolfy face.

The other idiot even dare nod to his dump question. With a nerve popping out of Nehora's forehead, she answered as calmly as she can," Yes, they are save as they have been tested in the lab back home. If they weren't l won't have suggested it in the first place."

She didn't understand how they were even part of the top 6 strongest packs while they behaving like immature dogs.

Before another argument could accelerate, King Bertillon intervened with a dark face," l believe her suggestion could help so we ALL agree, RIGHT?"

They flinched once again, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads at the same time they were angry," Yes,yes,yes, your highness." Kevin and Esmeray said in unison.

"Then that concludes the meeting. Training starts tomorrow at 7 so you may all go. Thank you." Alaric said in a stern voice.

Everyone nodded and stood up exiting the room, except Mark and Alaric.

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