章 18: Warmth of Home
When Seraphyne had finished organizing her soul space, her thoughts were momentarily interrupted by an urgent call from one of the housekeepers.
"Luna!"
Startled, Seraphyne quickly turned toward the door.
"What's wrong?" she inquired, her concern evident in her voice.
The housekeeper, his face etched with worry, stammered out the words, "The young Alpha was badly injured! You must come and see!"
Seraphyne's heart raced as she rushed to follow the housekeeper. Dread gnawed at her, and her thoughts raced as she imagined the possible reasons for Kieiran's injuries. She had seen her share of battles and knew the brutality of the world they lived in.
As they reached Kieiran's side, Seraphyne's breath caught in her throat. The sight of deep cuts and claw marks crisscrossing his body was shocking. The extent of his injuries left her in awe of the fierce battle he must have endured.
"You... Do you have a death wish?" she murmured, her voice monotonous but filled with concern.
Kieiran managed a faint smile. The pain was evident in his eyes. For him, this was the first time he didn't mind returning home injured.
"Hurry and call for the pack's doctors!" Seraphyne ordered, her tone unwavering even in the face of such dire circumstances.
"Uncle Sike, please investigate the details of what happened and inform the Alpha immediately."
Seraphyne then moved closer to Kieiran, her eyes scanning his injuries. She couldn't help but wonder why his wounds weren't healing as quickly as they should. Werewolves, especially those with Alpha blood, possessed remarkable regenerative abilities. However, the severe scratches on Kieiran's chest appeared far from ordinary.
Moments later, the pack's medical team arrived, saluting in unison as they entered.
"Luna, we came to report," the head doctor said, his expression grave.
"Come in and assess his condition," Seraphyne instructed, her mind racing with concern for Kieiran and determination to get to the bottom of what had transpired.
Under Seraphyne's watchful gaze, the pack's medical team quickly assessed Kieiran's condition. They exchanged solemn glances, recognizing the severity of his injuries.
"Luna, we must get him to the laboratory for immediate surgery," the head doctor informed Seraphyne. The urgency in his voice was scary.
Seraphyne nodded in agreement. Every moment counted in Kieiran's condition, and she was not about to waste any time. She swiftly gave her approval, saying, "Do whatever is necessary to save him."
With a sense of urgency, the medical team carefully lifted Kieiran onto a stretcher, their movements precise and practiced. They swiftly wheeled him out of the room, with Seraphyne following closely behind.
The laboratory at the pack's hospital was a massive facility equipped with advanced medical technology that rivaled any modern hospital. It was here that they would perform the life-saving surgery that Kieiran so desperately needed.
Seraphyne watched as Kieiran was prepared for the operation, her heart heavy with concern. She knew that the surgery would be critical to his recovery, and she could only hope that the skilled medical team would be able to mend his injuries and bring him back to health.
Uncle Sike, the pack's trusted investigator and head housekeeper, joined Seraphyne in a nearby waiting room while Kieiran was undergoing surgery. The tension in the air was suffocating as Seraphyne anxiously waited for news about Kieiran's condition.
"Luna, I need to brief you on what we've uncovered about the young Alpha's injuries," Uncle Sike began, his expression grave. "It appears that a group of rogue werewolves intentionally attacked him, but the situation is more complicated than it seems."
Seraphyne leaned forward, her eyes locked onto Uncle Sike, "Tell me everything, Uncle."
Uncle Sike took a deep breath before continuing, "After we investigated the incident, we found that Kieiran had initially confronted these rogues because they were bullying a fellow student at his school, a young Omega. He wanted to protect the Omega and intervened, which led to the fight."
Seraphyne frowned, her concern deepening. "Is the Omega okay?"
Uncle Sike nodded. "Yes, the Omega is safe, thanks to Kieiran's intervention. However, after we apprehended the rogues and questioned them, we discovered something disturbing. These rogues are not your ordinary packless werewolves. They are hybrids."
"Hybrids?" Seraphyne repeated, her confusion evident. "What do you mean?"
Uncle Sike continued, "These rogues are the result of a forbidden union between demons and werewolves. They possess unnatural strength and resilience and are immune to the usual silver-based restraints we use on rogue werewolves. Their abilities are far more dangerous than any normal rogue we've encountered."
Seraphyne's eyes widened in shock. The revelation of the existence of such hybrids was alarming. "How did they end up like this? Is there a way to reverse it?"
Uncle Sike shook his head gravely. "We don't have all the answers yet, Luna. But we do know that these hybrids have committed heinous crimes, including murder. They are a significant threat to the pack and the entire werewolf community."
Seraphyne leaned back, processing the information. "What do we do next, Uncle?"
"We need to find out more about these hybrids, their origins, and how to deal with them effectively," Uncle Sike replied.
"This situation is far from over, Luna, and we must remain vigilant."
Seraphyne nodded, determination in her eyes. "We must protect our pack, no matter what it takes."
As they waited for news about Kieiran's surgery, Seraphyne couldn't help but reflect on the dangerous new threat that had emerged. Her role as Luna was becoming more significant than she had ever imagined, and she was determined to rise to the challenge and protect her pack from any danger that lurked in the shadows.
Alpha Zephyir was in his office when he received the distressing news about Kieiran's injuries and the revelation about the rogue hybrids. His normally composed demeanor shattered like glass as he listened to the report from Lucas.
"What do you mean they're hybrids?" Zephyir's voice was laced with a dangerous edge, his eyes blazing with anger.
Lucas hesitated for a moment, knowing the Alpha's temper. "Alpha, it appears that these rogue hybrids are the result of a forbidden union between demons and werewolves. They have abilities beyond what we've ever encountered before."
Zephyir slammed his fist on his desk, causing a deep crack in the wood. "They dare to infiltrate our territory?"
Lucas replied, "We're still investigating, Alpha, but it seems they've been hiding among the rogue werewolf population. Their true nature was only revealed when Kieiran confronted them."
The Alpha's fury intensified as he connected the dots. "Kieiran... my son... he did this to protect an Omega?"
Lucas nodded. "Yes, Alpha. He intervened to protect the Omega."
Zephyir clenched his jaw, his fists trembling with anger. "I want those hybrids found, and I want them eradicated. They pose a significant threat to the pack, and I won't allow them to harm anyone else."
Lucas bowed his head in acknowledgment. "We're already working on it, Alpha. We'll use every resource available to track down these rogues and eliminate the threat."
Zephyir took a deep breath, trying to regain his composure. "And Kieiran... how is he?"
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