Chapter One-Twenty: Undeserving

Marko’s gaze turned left to right before confirming that the question was meant for him.

“They-”

He began, confused by the sense of authority she held over him.

“They are not your people! Red Graw is not where you belong!”

He uttered.

Had his mark been replaced? Had he failed to catch her in the nick of time that she would refer to them as ‘her’ people?

“Not where I belong.”

She repeated with a light laugh that seemed to echo in the open space.

“A thousand lifetimes, and my moon has still not learned to love or control his temper.”

Her words filled him with a sense of melancholy that he could not place.

“Every wolf kind is my own.”

She uttered before stretching her hand, palm upwards.

A light shot from her palm that pierced the smoke clouds filling the sky.

Within seconds, the light widened, covering everything before it vanished, and the sky remained clear for a few moments before dark clouds followed at high momentum.

The glowing Alba stepped down from the podium with r