The Runaway Huntress
Chapter 116 - 115

Chapter 116: Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Ezekiel was finished with the draft of the project that his brother requested. It was now rolled in one piece. He planned to bring it with him to the meeting.

"So, who would you choose to go to the monster’s gathering?" Argon asked, sitting at one of the lounge seats with a laptop on his lap. He was working on something about the SCC’s legal terms.

"No one else but me." He answered with a pen in hand. Documents were piled up on his table to confirm which deals to approve. Even having a stand-in CEO doesn’t mean that he had less work. He wanted to be involved in the business as much as he could. It helped him keep busy and distracted from life-threatening threats of being a supernatural from time to time. Working made him feel much more alive, human at the least.

"Who would you go with?" Gandolf was working at the vision table behind the lounge seats. He was busying himself placing miniature wolves on the forest map at the long table. It was a lifelike setting of the whole village area. Complete with small houses, soil, plastic grasses, and trees, and with the town hall at the end.

Gandolf often plays with it to know where to put the rangers around the base and the walls.

"I already answered that." Zek opened his phone as a secretary messaged him with a problem at one of his branches across the globe. It was something of a terrorist attack that his building got caught in the crossfire and a bomb. He stood up and called her.

"Fucking great." He cursed under his breath as he set the pen down with a thud on top of a file he was reading and stood up. He moved to the window, pacing. A hand on his waist while the other holding the phone to his ear.

The two other men inside the room instantly threw their alpha a gaze. Both paused at what they were doing and exchanged looks at each other. Their ears straining to hear what it was about that made Zek stand from his chair. It could only mean something came up.

Gandolf approached the lounge area, sitting across from Argon, who hadn’t resumed his work yet as they listened to the conversation Zek was having on the phone.

"That isn’t good at all." Argon uttered with a low voice towards the general, not wanting to interrupt their alpha. Gandolf shook his head.

After the conversation, Zek sighed loudly as he almost tossed his phone on the table. He instructed her to have Veronika Jorda travel there and see to it personally. He wanted to make Argon go with her, but he needed him more to stay with the pack as he was about to leave later in the evening for the gathering. It took a day to travel by plane to get there. Today is Sunday, so he’d reach there by Monday evening, just a few hours before the meeting would start at 12 sharp.

He hovered over his desk, hands on the surface. He blew a loud breath of frustration. Strands of hair covered his forehead, touching his brows. He combed them back with his hand, but they only fell back down.

"Argon, Gandolf." He started as he pulled himself up and stood straight. He moved out from behind his desk and went in front of it. Leaning against the edge of it. The two looked at him, ready to take any orders from their alpha king.

"I’m guessing they already found out about the hunters and their poisons. So that only means that them discovering about my mate was just around the corner. But what I want to address now is the werewolves’ safety. As always. It’s my top priority." He was having a hard time really believing what he said now. He wanted it to be Melisca. But he had a vow. He was tied to it. Families and children were under him. They weren’t just his subjects. They were lives—innocent lives, that could make the werewolf grow in numbers in the future. And Ezekiel never breaks his vows.

"We get it, Alpha." Gandolf was the first one to respond. "You do your thing in the court. Leave the rest to us here. We’ll take care of everything while you’re gone."

"I’ll keep a close eye on the SCC problem too." Argon added.

Over the years that a meeting was called, Argon was the one representing him to the court. But now, he knew it was different. The invitation was directed at him, to his private mansion, in his room, and even had his complete name on the paper.

He had to face them eventually. His former family. But he just knew it wouldn’t be a pleasant reunion. He can bet on that.

"Please bring some people with you, Alpha." Gandolf was almost pleading with his eyes. He already expected that Zek would refuse, though.

"Yes. You’re a king after all. An entourage is also for the formality of your position. And wear your crown." Argon doesn’t have to remind him of the old antique piece of head jewelry.

"It’s not the Sovereign meeting." The Sovereign Council meeting was the gathering of the leaders of all races. No sending of representatives. The rulers were the only ones allowed to join.

"You’ll never know, Alpha." Argon still insisted.

"If they still consider Zek as their prince, then there could be no problem."

Argon closed his laptop and eyed the general. "I’d been there a few times. One thing I noticed is that they don’t want their court in a mess."

"Bloody right." Zek seconded. As much as vampires love blood, the royals didn’t want the court to be in any mess. They wanted to remain old-fashioned and in their court ways. It was disrespectful and ill-mannered to shed blood inside. He knew that, of course, because he grew up there. That’s why he also deemed it unnecessary to bring extra people with him.

But the men in the room knew that it couldn’t always be the same every time. For they knew the matter involves their king and the hunters’ threat that they kept from other races. They had huge explanation to do. Zek had to handle it himself.

Silence fell over them all. Then they groaned in unison after a few seconds. They were just pretending to lighten the situation for the impending doom that was about to happen sooner that they’ve thought.

"How’s the antidote working?" Gandolf broke the silence.

Zek stood up and walked around the table, plopped himself on the swivel chair. "Nearly done. Just a few more days." He uttered. That’s the only great news he had in a while.

"That’s great! Then we’ll have to gather the forces for the raid." Argon exclaimed. "In that way, you can get your mate out before they found her."

"Considering other races wouldn’t think of attacking first before us." Gandolf didn’t have to voice out Zek’s worry.

"I’ll try to hold them off before the antidote came. If they wouldn’t be stupid enough for a suicide raid." He announced.

"Hope they’ll follow your advice. It’s their lost anyway if they push it." Argon put the laptop beside him and reached for his coffee on the small table. It had gone cold but he still downed it to the bottom. He had forgotten about it because of the issues being discussed.

"It’s also good to think for the worse. After the meeting, I’ll go straight to Melisca and try to bring her with me."

Argon and Gandolf got silent upon hearing it.

"Well, I do hope she’d willingly come with you this time." Argon was the first to comment.

Zek kept his mouth shut. He sure hoped of that as well.

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Melisca was running on a treadmill. She was hitting the gym in a Sunday afternoon. Lorna was reading a book by one of the benches near her. She had grown used with the girl’s presence even though knowing she was her cousin all along.

Lorna was eating a bag of junk food while reading a hardbound book. She was lucky that her father brought it to her or she would have gone mad of her boring free day.

"Why don’t you mingle with the other groups? Not all of them were bad, I think." Melisca was even surprised with herself of asking her that. And she was even the first one to make a conversation.

"Nah. I’d rather stick to my books or with you. I can do both." She shrugged her shoulders and fished a chip from the plastic bag without averting her eyes from the page. "It’s hard to get close to someone here knowing that they could die anytime."

That caught Melisca off guard. She quickly pressed the button to stop as she nearly stumbled on the equipment. She was wearing a sleeved tank top and shorts. Most male population were ogling her around. And they kept on staring and shooting glances at her. She tied her hair in a high ponytail.

She approached Lorna’s side and snatched the towel laying beside her bag of chips. She wiped the sweat on her face and neck. Then she obliviously stared at the girl’s head who was bowed down to her book. There was an inkling inside her that she hoped Lorna would be safe at the plan she’d commence the day after tomorrow.

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