Sould As The Alpha King's Breeder

Chapter 54: What Happened to Seraphine?

Rowan-Valoria

Boy, did things unravel.

We hadn’t been able to sleep for long before Damian’s warriors found us again. Dad led us deeper into the forest, crossing the river and attempting to back track towards Mirage, but it was too late. The forest was full of wolves. We were two against an impossible force.

“What pack did that woman say she was from?’ Dad said, his voice cracking over the mind-link as we began to climb up the base of the mountains, our paws slipping on the uneven, fragile shale rock.

“Greenbriar, I think,’ I answered, my legs sore and hips aching from the exercise. I ran in my wolf from every single morning and had done so for years. But spending over twenty-four hours as a wolf was causing an indescribable exhaustion and something I had never experienced before.

Plus, I was watching my dad’s plans fall through, and he was pissed. Especially after we crested the top of a cliff face looking over the forest and our plane buzzed the top of our heads.

*Damnit!” he said, turning his head to watch it ascend into the clouds.

‘That was us, wasn’t it

‘Yes, obviously. Come on, we have no choice but to keep going. They’re pushing us into the mountains, and we’re outnumbered-‘

The mountains? What exactly are you planning,

‘I was wrong, Rowan. There’s too many of them. I hadn’t expected Damian to have made alliances with other packs in Valoria, especially without my knowledge. We have to get home

“By crossing the mountains? Are you insane? That’ll take us weeks!”

.

Howling drifted from the trees below as we continued to climb, and I winced, torn between two impossible paths.

How did I prefer to die? Being torn apart by wolves, or dying of exposure in the mountains between the North and Valoria?

‘We have no choice. They’re expecting us to travel through the forest until we reach the Northern Tier. Stop whining, let’s go.’

I followed him up and over another ridge, padding further and further into the clouds until I finally looked down, seeing a full view of what had once been Mirage. Fires burned in pockets across the city. I could see the destruction of the buildings from our perch. And there was the castle, standing like an untouchable fortress amongst fields of golden grass.

And ahead of us?

I looked up where Dad had stopped and stretched his legs.

Nothing but miles, and miles, and miles of stone.

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One Week Later

belong to?” I asked, pulling the jeans on and tucking in the sweater I had pulled over my head. Dad was lacing up a pair of boots, grimacing as he pulled the

said through his teeth as he tied the other boot. We were sore and dead tired, having spent nearly a week trudging through overgrown valleys

now was remarkably changed, the once perfectly sculpted mountains giving way to deep craters and sharp, uneven peaks. Nothing grew here, and fields and fields of boulders marked our journey between valleys. This hadn’t been what I was expecting. The mountains

flag. A familiar flag. Waving in the stiff, unrelenting breeze. The flag of Winter

narrow cave opening and inside

layers of rotting fabric. He counted them, one by one, and after we found their backpacks, we shifted and changed into the spare clothes they had brought on their

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must have been here for a long, long time. But their clothes were

missing explorers. They’ve been here for roughly fifteen

was a kid? Really? This is them?” I looked down at the bones at my feet, my stomach tightening as the memory of their departure from Winter Forest, all of

back at Gemma, who had tears in her eyes as she watched her

They never came back.

I tried to remember what Seraphine might have been wearing, but they had dressed in a similar fashion for the journey. It was damn near impossible

are missing. I’m not sure,” Dad said briskly, tossing an empty backpack out of the cave opening. He turned back,

“Dad!”

Look through the packs for anything like flashlights or matches. They had a fire

collected two matchbooks that were in decent shape and at least half full, and a lighter that was dry, useless. I also found a

Dad came out of the darkness. He had his hands tucked into the pockets of the jacket he had found as he scanned the

team sent into the mountains. No one had ever crossed the mountains before, at least as far as we know. Generally speaking, when we travel by land from the Northern Tier to Mirage, we do so through the forest, but she was convinced there was more to find to the east, that it could be faster if we found this river. It’s hundreds, if not a thousand miles of mountains and valleys between Winter Forest and Valoria on the east. This was shortly after the war when our planes and boats were in disrepair and supplies were short. We were desperate, and Seraphine, she well. She said halfway through the mountains was a river that she believed linked up with the river that runs through Valoria, through Mirage. She believed she could find

strange woman. Not in a bad way, but in a way that made me wonder if she knew and saw things most people couldn’t.

didn’t matter to me at the time. It sounded plausible. There were warriors that wanted to go, begged in fact. So, your

the expedition. I wanted to

that,” Dad said with a sober smile, “You fought us

were the generation born

asked, moving

we need to find a place to rest and start a

had been eating rabbits and ground squirrels for

“Should we bury them,”

as we exited the cave, “We shouldn’t disturb them. I’ll do my best to identify them so I can give their families closure when we return to Winter Forest, but that’s all. I

I was thankful to leave, walking a quarter mile away over the boulders until we reached another short cliff where a cave opening was

lighting matches as he examined the shallow cave. We could fit inside if we crouched and sat, but we couldn’t stand. “We’ll sleep here,” Dad said, “look for something, anything, we can burn. We can’t have a fire inside,

out to find kindling, careful of the uneven ground as I moved through the

the strange

the top of Dad’s head disappear as he made his way back to the final resting place of the expedition.

Ethan, the mate of the White Queen. Ethan, who likely felt he had failed to save his daughter, who lost his hold on the castle of Drogomor. Whose nephew, the Alpha of Drogomor, was missing or

heard a whooshing sound and turned to it, right as something

backward, my vision blurring as I tried to maintain my balance. I could

“What,”