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.

***

One Week Later

on and tucking in the sweater I had pulled over my head. Dad was lacing up

and dead tired, having spent nearly a

grew here, and fields and fields of boulders marked our journey between

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

to a narrow

cave’s entrance for a long time, peering into its depths. We didn’t speak as we inspected the bodies, still fully dressed under layers of rotting fabric. He counted them, one by one, and

0.00%

12:250

What

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

here for roughly fifteen years,

them?” I looked down at the bones at my feet, my stomach tightening as the memory of their departure from Winter Forest, all of us watching and cheering them on as they disappeared into the forest, bound for the

looking back at Gemma, who had tears in her eyes as she watched her mother lead the group. Seraphine

They never came back.

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

missing. I’m not sure,” Dad said briskly, tossing an empty backpack out of the cave opening. He turned back, walking deeper into the cave where it was dark enough

“Dad!”

far. Look through the packs for anything like flashlights or matches. They had a fire in here,

half full, and a lighter that was dry, useless. I also found a compass and

asked as Dad came out of the darkness. He had his hands tucked into the pockets of the jacket he had found as he scanned the ground once more, crouching

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

a strange woman. Not in a bad way,

the time. It sounded plausible. There were warriors that wanted to go, begged in

for the expedition. I wanted to go with

Dad said with a sober smile, “You fought

other boys in Winter Forest. We were the generation born after the war, confined to one place while the

killed them?” I asked, moving towards the entrance

them closer, but for now, we need to

been eating rabbits and ground squirrels for a week and had stayed well fed,

“Should we bury them,”

the packs 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

agreed with that; the cave felt somewhat electric and overwhelming. I was thankful to leave, walking a quarter mile away over the boulders until we reached another short cliff where a cave opening

shallow cave. We could fit inside if we crouched and sat, but we couldn’t stand. “We’ll sleep here,” Dad said, “look for

uneven ground as I

would explain the strange landscape and cave

seeing the top of Dad’s head disappear as he made his way back to the final resting place of the expedition. I felt a pang of regret as I watched him, wondering

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

few handfuls of dry grass and rose, tucking them under my arm. Then I heard a whooshing

my vision blurring as I tried to maintain my balance. I

“What,”