Rejected His Miracle Luna (Dorothy and Ignatius)

Chapter 124

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“Are you seriously considering this?” Angie vented, pacing up and down the meeting room in agitation.

“Surely there’s another way? What about a stealth mission? I can-”

“We can’t do anything to jeopardize the children’s safety. Angie, Ignatius growled, the deep rumbling in

his chest warning Angic to drop it. There is no other way.”“”

“The campires have eyes everywhere. They’ve been watching us from the beginning, they’ll know if we

try to go against their wishes. But we have a plan, I ventured, curling my knees to my chin where I sat

on the edge of the large council table.

“We’ll work on exposing this fake Johan after this is over. But right now, we just need to get our kids

back.” My voice was small, betraying my anxieties as I tucked my head between my knees.

Angie looked from me to Ignatius, her own expression twisting into one of anguish at the thought of the

children. Angie was loyal to the Bielke, but she was loyal to us too. She didn’t want the children hurt

either.

Far stood silent and sober at her side, having agreed with our decision the moment she heard what the

vampires had done.

I checked the time, tilting my b*dy to glimpse the large, yellowing plastic clock that hung above the door

of the meeting room. “We’re running out of time. Ignatius. We need to go now!

The possessed Plato had relayed the coordinates of where we were to go once Ignatius announced his

retirement. After which Ignatius had knocked the man out and bound him in silver chains.

It had hurt him to have to collar his friend, after Plato had spent so long shackled by the Tally. But we

couldn’t afford him. wreaking havoc under the sway of some vampiric mind control Until we could figure

out how to help him, we needed to be sure that Plato would stay put

Ignatius too looked at the clock, a dark cloud passing over his features. Outside the meeting room,

Bielke shifters waited impatiently in the grand hall. The murmuring crowd could be heard through the

walls.

Everyone was afraid Coming home to a pack that couldn’t recall the past few hours was alarming, and

distrust brewed among our fellow shifters.

The atmosphere was tense, the air crackling with energy as Ignatius stepped out to face his people.

They looked to him for comfort and guidance. They wanted to hear words of encouragement and fierce

loyalty, the same kind that had stirred them to stand together against the Tally army three years ago..

The meeting hall was full to bursting, packed tight with dozens of weary shifters, all waiting to hear

some much needed good news. Ignatius could give them no such thing. As he stepped up to the

podium, the hall fell silent.

It was so quiet that the crashing ocean waves could be heard in the far distance.

Ignatius licked his dry lips, steeling himself for what he had to do. I came to stand beside him, looking

out over a sea of pale, weary faces.

These were people I had fought alongside, people I had healed and protected, people who had

protected me in return.

The soldiers and civilians who stared back at me had a special place in my heart. These were people

who had accepted me as one of their own, who had offered up their very life force to ensure the

survival of me and Ignatius both.

It felt like a betrayal, abandoning them when they needed us most. If our suspicions about the fake

Johan were right, then we were handing our people over to the enemy, an unforgivable sacrifice.

Even if some of them had turned on us, out of fear and desperation, even those who saw salvation in

the form of Johan’s ghost, they were still out people to protect.

Ignatius cleared his throat before addressing the crowd. “I’m sure by now you’ve all seen the broadcast

from the so-called Jolan.

Whispers buzzed through the swarm of bodies. I curled my fingers around Ignatius’s hand, squeezing

slightly to reassure him.

“After much contemplation, and running through the options. Ignatius continued, has voice rough and

gravelly, every word a knife-twist in his heart, Thave come to a decision. I want only what is best for the

Bielke people.”

“When you crowned me as Alpha of this pack, I took a wow to protect our own. I am eternally grateful

for each and every one of you. You have proved your unwavering loyalty time and time again”

He paused, took a labored, heaving breath. “However, I am unable to keep my vow, in light of the

recent vampire attacks. I have failed you. And so, as of this very moment, I will be stepping down as

Alpha of the Bielke.

The sudden cries of outrage and disbelief were deafening, and I stepped closer to my mate as he

struggled to finish his sentence. “And Johan will be ruling in my place.”

The uproar that followed was heartbreaking. Shifters jostled and shoved one another, accusations and

insults were flung around the room as Ignatius bowed his head and pulled me our of the meeting hall.

I had felt a physical shockwave roll through my b*dy after Ignatius spoke, as he ended his reign of the

Bielke park. An Alpha no longer.

From what I could hear, it was clear that some took Ignatius’s retirement as a clear sign that Johan had

been in the right all along. Others saw it as a hopeless surrender, a sign that there was no beating the

vampires. Not when even their own Alpha wasn’t willing to fight.

I ran behind my mate, struggling to keep up with his long strides. “Ignatius, I-

“Let’s go. It’s almost midnight. His voice was as cold and cutting as his expression.

There was no time to mourn, no time to explain. No time to bid our people goodbye. I caught Angie’s

eye as we left, the she- wolf had her arms folded tightly across her chest. From the look in her eye, her

message was clear as day: Don’t die Red Not yet anyway. Not like this.

“We’ll come back.” I whispered, gripping Ignatius’s hand as he tugged me along. I promise we’ll come

back.”

Before his announcement, Ignatius had appointed Angle to track down the fake Johan. Fae he asked to

stay behind, to bring some semblance of order to the distraught Bielke pack.

He would not leave his people high and dry, planning instead to let Far console and guide them until

Angie could unveil the fake Johan’s true form. By then, we would have our children back.

We stepped out into the dark, leaving the distressed shifters at our back. Ignathis’s b*dy burst into wolf

form, shifting from Two legs to four as he threw himself headlong into the forest. I followed suit, my

white wolf sleeping soundlessly through the trees beside his shaggy, silvery form.

Rence and Tor had both been writhing in turmoil since we realized our children had been taken. Now,

they howled together, their agony erupting outward in the form of long, sorrowful wails.

Now no longer Alpha, something had broken within Ignatius, and I could feel his power waning,

weakening. He could feel it too, and combatted this grim realization with cold ferocity.

“They’ll pay for this, came a vicious growl. I wasn’t sure if it was for or Ignatius I was hearing in my

head. “If those demons have hurt them, they’ll pay with their lives tenfold.”

“I think we know who’s behind this,” I whispered back as we darted through the woods. The truth had

become infinitely clear when the vampires” plan was revealed.

They didn’t intend on wiping us out, they wanted to take over. And while there were a few hold shifters

who held a grudge against Ignatius, there was only one possible reason the vampires had targeted the

Bielke

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“You’re right. Ignatius answered in my head, bristling with unbridled rage. “The dhampir child. Elliot’s

bastard. He’s come to claim his birthright.”

Rabbits and other small forest creatures darted out of our way as we pelted through the trees.

Overhead, the moon evaded us, ducking behind a cover of clouds and offering no comfort.

With our life fracturing and shattering around the both of us, we pressed on, racing through the

shadows in search of that which was most precious to us.