Chapter 39: Find mate

"Let’s forget about that Light Witch for now," one of the witches finally said, trying to bring everyone’s attention back to the real problem.

Janet raised an eyebrow. "Then let’s focus on the solution. We can’t continue like this without a Queen. This welcome ceremony is supposed to have representatives from every important group in the Immortal Headquarters, so who exactly is going to represent us?"

The witches looked at one another helplessly.

Sarah leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "I don’t care about the Queen. She’s too weak to lead us."

"Sarah!" an older witch immediately warned.

Sarah scoffed. "What? She shouldn’t have been captured so easily in the first place."

Janet slowly raised an eyebrow. "You weren’t born during Caius’s old regime. That’s why your mouth is running like this."

Sarah glared at her. " As if the histories are real"

Janet continued with a small smile. "Do you know how much effort it took to put Caius to sleep? Three Royal Light Witches and one Dark Queen Witch had to work together just to seal him inside that coffin. All of them are dead now, and Caius is awake again."

The room became silent. Nobody could argue with that. Caius had already proven how dangerous he was. Another witch suddenly slammed her hand against the table. "It’s because of that damn mate!"

The others immediately nodded. "Yes."

"That mate is the reason everything is changing."

"We need to deal with her."

Janet’s eyes narrowed as she thought about it. "Why don’t we focus on killing his mate?" she finally suggested. "But we need to be careful. We should lay low and make the werewolves believe we’ve accepted our defeat."

Sarah nodded. "And how do you plan to get close to her?"

Janet slowly raised her hand. "I will."

Everyone looked at her with interest, they knew it’s a suicide mission "They will recognize you," one of the witches warned.

Janet smiled. "I’ll kill one of their maids and steal her scent. They have too many maids around the palace. Nobody can possibly know all their faces."

The witches exchanged looks. The plan sounded dangerous, but it was possible. "Do it on the day of the ceremony," another witch said. "Use witchcraft on the other maids so they will recognize you as the maid you replace."

Janet raised her chin confidently. "Of course."

She leaned back in her chair."I heard the girl is still weak and wants to train. I’ll pretend that I want to help her with her training." A wicked smile appeared on her face. "She won’t even know what is coming."

The other witches nodded happily. " Sounded great"

.....

Bloodmoon Pack

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your presence, Alpha Gebrel?"

Alpha Jeremiah of the Bloodmoon Pack smiled as he stood at the entrance of his pack house.

Gebrel did not answer immediately. He only sighed and walked past him.

Jeremiah chuckled before following him inside. Emily walked behind her father while looking around in amazement.

This was her first time leaving their own pack. She had always believed the Bloodmoon Pack was close to theirs because they were neighboring packs, but after traveling for so long, she had realized just how far apart they actually were.

She looked around the large pack house with curiosity. So this is Bloodmoon Pack. Everything looked different from what she was used to.

Before they could even enter properly, several maids hurried toward them and began helping with their luggage. "Please, allow us to carry those for you," one of the maids said politely.

Emily smiled. "Thank you."

She followed her father inside while secretly looking around. She had never visit another pack. A few hours later, everyone gathered around the dining table.

Large plates of food filled the table, and the smell made Emily’s stomach rumble. Jeremiah picked up his glass and looked at Gebrel."So, you want me to throw a celebration?"

Gebrel sighed.

"Yes."

Jeremiah looked confused.

"For what?"

Gebrel glanced at Emily.

"My daughter hasn’t met her mate yet, and honestly, it is becoming tiring."

Emily lowered her head. She did not like hearing her father talk about it. Gebrel continued, "Even my first daughter has already met hers. Emily is the only one left."

Jeremiah nodded slowly. "You think her mate may be here?"

"It’s possible." Jeremiah thought for a moment before nodding.

"Most wolves usually meet their mates within their own packs, but it isn’t impossible for her mate to be from another pack."

He picked up a piece of chicken.

"Don’t worry. I’ll throw a celebration for you. If she doesn’t find her mate here, you can take her to Basileia afterward. His Majesty likes you, after all."

Gebrel scoffed."Like he’s really good to me."He took a sip of his wine.

Jeremiah laughed. "Actually, Basileia may be the better place to look. His Majesty’s welcome ceremony will bring many important people together. Every Immortal Council member will probably want to see him with their own eyes after two hundred years."

Gebrel became thoughtful. Emily quietly listened to them. Her fingers tightened around her cup.

How am I supposed to tell them what Hazel saw?

....

Thar night. The entire Bloodmoon Pack was decorated with lights, flowers, and colorful banners. Music filled the air as wolves gathered from different areas of the pack. There were long tables filled with food, drinks, fruits, and desserts, while young wolves gathered around the open field to dance and enjoy themselves.

Emily stood near her father and looked around nervously. There were so many people young men.

Her father told everyone that she was searching for her mate, so many families had brought their sons to the celebration.

Emily did not know whether to laugh or cry. She looked at almost one hundred young males that night.

Nothing happened... Not even mate bound By the time the celebration ended, Emily felt tired and quietly worried. She already knew the truth from Hazel’s vision, but part of her still hoped the vision was wrong.