The Nomad Clan farm is tense. Despite more than two months since the battle ended, the people who helped the sorcerer are still in custody. The war council has yet to reach an agreement on their punishment. Some called for capital punishment, others banishment, and others for the guilty parties to be flogged. Alf knows they were forced, but they also had the option to refuse to die, to die with honor. The Alpha leaves the war room even leaves the farm, as he passes through the door the snowy landscape fills his eyes, he inhales the scent of the snow, all he saw was white, white and whiter with a beautiful sky in different shades of blue, he brings his hands to his mouth, exhales breath to give them warmth although he didn't need it after all his forty degrees body temperature cushioned the -30 degrees Celsius in the open air a few minutes later Loke arrives at his side, he didn't belong to that pack but he was Nordic, from time to time he went to visit so as not to forget his traditions, the Beta offers a cigarette to the Alpha but he rejects it, you can smell his concern.
Loke pats his right shoulder, he was about to talk when his cell phone told him Dario's voice was happy when it informed him that his friend Secundina was alive and not only was on her way to Greece with her brother, he ended the call, the two werewolves celebrated the news. The Alpha's happiness was little when he was required in the hall, he takes his place before the council, listens to the final decision, accepts it again, leaves the hall, asks Loke to accompany him to the prisons. They leave the house to go to another house that at first glance looks like any other, front garden, beautiful facade, the Alpha opens the door with his fingerprint, the interior looks like any other house, however, going down to the basement it is another world, armored walls made of pure silver, yes that same silver that destroys them, is also their best weapon, go down a second floor, there an elevator where they go down five floors. When the doors opened it was a whole office, people coming and going all over the place carrying out their duties, "ignoring" their Alpha, the tour ends when they reach the first bars, they are opened, some guards receive them, the four go to one of the interrogation rooms, Alf asks to be taken to the oldest, he waits patiently for a couple of minutes. The door opens, a middle-aged woman, her hair was already gray, her face already had wrinkles, her gaze was already tired, out of respect Alf stands up, waits for her to take her place so he can take his, their gaze meets, not one of the two headquarters.
There is no response, he lowers his head.
Elian's passion
He leaves the interrogation room, walks back to the first section where his clan's offices were located, goes to his personal office, and asks his secretary to connect him with Darío.
—Loke told me about our friend Secundina, that's good.
—Yes, it is, it is good news to know that my Secu is alive, news that I must tell Emi.
Darío swallows hard at the news.
do you want to come?
The flight attendant hands the phone to the Greek.
—Elián, I'm glad to know that you're already doing well.
Editado: 15.09.2025