Chapter 371
Chapter 372 The Hunt to Aligator Harbor
Third Person POV
That single look and the icy question made Charles straighten instinctively, as if being examined by a truc alpha.
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He answered on reflex, standing to attention: “I brought twenty–five officers from the Werewolf Security Bureau.”
Only after he finished did he realize what he’d said, and his gaze flickered, a little dazed. When had this omega–once forced to endure at the Mary household–grown such a commanding presence?
Was it because of her long association with Alpha Henry?
A bitter taste rose in his throat, but beneath it was genuine relief for Aubrey–her strength meant she could survive in this cruel world.
Aubrey didn’t know the thoughts that had rushed through Charles in those brief seconds.
She only nodded once. “Good. That’s enough. Let’s go to a place.”
Charles wanted to stop her. Shadowmoon Pack was in turmoil; nobody knew where Kira’s men might be hiding, or how strong they were. Going out recklessly was dangerous. Yet something about Aubrey’s aura–so lethal it felt tangible–made the words clawing at his tongue die away.
“What are we doing?” he asked, resigned; whatever she chose, he would follow to the end.
“Killing,” Aubrey said.
Her fists clenched; a cold, murderous light flashed in the slits of her eyes.
Soon ten black sedans howled toward Aligator Harbor. Once a small fishing village famous for its silverfish, the place had grown into a busy goods depot: wealthy pockets and lawless corners coexisted there–one of the few chaotic, prosperous districts inside Shadowmoon Pack.
As the sun sank bit by bit, Aubrey’s expression grew darker.
Something was off.
Ulrich had been dead for months. If Kira intended to avenge him, he would have acted earlier. And when Alpha Mateo had gone to Tempest Pack, he’d reported that Kira hadn’t seemed particularly grieved by Ulrich’s death.
So what had driven Kira to pick a fight with Shadowmoon Pack now?
Chapter 322 The Hunt to Aligator Harbor
Aubrey felt as if an invisible hand nudged from behind, but she couldn’t yet find the thread to pull.
The immediate priority, however, was rescuing Leon. The boy was pure as paper; he didn’t belong dragged into this darkness.
She shut her eyes and combed through every scrap of memory and data she could access.
Aligator Harbor, Aligator Harbor–why did that name feel familiar?
Pieces of information skittered through her mind like data streams until a quiet light kindled in her eyes. She had it–this harbor had shown up before in her past life.
She issued a rapid string of orders to Charles. He stared at her in surprise but said nothing, simply nodded and carried them out.
In an instant, nine of the ten cars split off in different directions, while Alpha Henry still couldn’t be reached.
Aubrey pressed her lips together; an uneasy glint shone in her ice–blue eyes.
Charles tried to soothe her. “Don’t worry about Alpha. There’s no one in the Northern Continent who can match him. But if he knew you were coming here, he’d be worried.”
“Then don’t let him know,” Aubrey said, staring straight at him. Charles sighed and set his phone down.
“Very well,” he said solemnly. “Then I’ll protect you.”
He swore his life to the Moon Goddess–he would keep Aubrey safe.