Reborn- His Scarlett Moon

As I sat in the courtroom, surrounded by all the other Alphas and my father, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Ryan. He looked confident.

And just beside him, was sitting Tristen.

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We were there to discuss the Grey wolf situation, but my mind kept wandering back to him, me and our first encounter.

We were actually there to analyze and resolve the events that took place that night.

“So, what do you propose we do about the Grey wolves?” my father asked, bringing me back to reality.

“I think we should send a delegation to their pack and try to ask for an explanation,” Alpha Tristen replied confidently.

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at his arrogance. He was always so sure of himself, but I knew he wasn’t the right one for me. I turned my attention back to Alpha Ryan, hoping to catch his eye again.

“I agree with Alpha Tristen,” my father said, nodding. “We need to take a diplomatic approach to this.”

“Are we talking about the rogue Grey wolves?” Alpha Ryan spoke up. “Do you think they will own up to the fact that they were causing trouble in these lands? We need to take a stronger stance against them.”

“I think Alpha Ryan makes a good point,” I chimed in, surprising myself. “Maybe we should consider a more aggressive strategy for dealing with the rogues.”

Alpha Tristen scowled at me, clearly unhappy that I was disagreeing with him. “I think diplomacy is always the best approach,” he said firmly.

“But sometimes diplomacy isn’t enough,” Alpha Ryan countered. “We need to be prepared for all eventualities. The Grey Wolves we encountered that night, me and Princess Sherizad were no ordinary wolves. They were gigantic. They were wild. Had it not been for my pack’s presence, they would have shredded her into pieces and gone for a ride. ”

It was at this point that I realized how ferocious an Alpha Ryan was. His voice was enough for domination. The room went silent as he spoke and everyone listened carefully to his details.

I saw Tristen turn his gaze to another Alpha. He was trying to say something to him. Suddenly that Alpha stood up,

” I have a question to put forth in front of the council. ”

He said.

My father moved his hand giving his permission and Tristen also nodded, showing that he had no problem.

“The question is, we are accusing an entire werewolf tribe based on the statement of this Alpha who has just got his position and a little girl, who knows nothing well.

The Grey wolves are an ancient breed.

They love to stay aloof.

They are not any ordinary pack to mess with.

Can we really accuse them of something so grave with no strong proof in our hands? ”

I clenched my teeth and gritted my teeth.

Who did he just call a little girl who knew nothing? Me?

My blood was boiling to teach him a lesson.

Guess my father noticed my anger , threatening to erupt at any point.

He quickly chirped in.

“I believe my daughter. She has proved to be trustworthy and able over the years. ”

I could literally feel my father’s hands pulling me down, tugging my dress from the back to ask to keep sitting.

I felt even more uncomfortable at my father’s words because they were now going to single out Ryan.

Everybody knew about his past.

And knowing the sly Alphas, I worried that they might turn the entire meeting around to discuss Ryan and his history instead of the Grey Wolves.

Things took an unexpected turn before I could finish worrying.

One of the Alphas, a man named Marcus, stood up and addressed Ryan directly. “I heard some troubling rumors about your family history, Ryan,” Marcus said, his voice laced with accusation.

Ryan stood tall and proud, his eyes blazing with anger. “What does my family history have to do with any of this?” he demanded.

“It could be relevant,” Marcus replied. “If your family has a history of violence or instability, it could explain your behavior and leadership decisions.”

I could feel the tension in the room rising as the other Alphas began to murmur among themselves. Ryan’s Alpha reputation was on the line along with the dignity of his tribe. And the conversation had shifted away from the main topic of the meeting successfully just like I had worried.

I decided to speak up, hoping to steer the conversation back on track. “Excuse me, but can we please focus on the rogue Grey Wolves?” I said, my voice loud and clear, totally ignoring my father’s hand, pulling at my dress desperately. His hands were about to pinch me like Midnight at this point.

“We need to come up with a plan to stop them before they cause any more damage. And also find out the reason behind their humongous size and wild rampage.”

But Marcus wasn’t deterred. “I think we need to address this issue first,” he said, turning back to Alpha Ryan. “Tell us, Ryan, what do you have to say about these rumors?”

Alpha Ryan took a deep breath, his fists clenched at his sides. “My family’s past is not relevant to this discussion,” he said firmly. “I am here to talk about the rogue Grey Wolves, and that is what we should be focusing on.”

The room fell silent, and I could feel the weight of the tension in the air. Finally, one of the other Alphas spoke up. “I agree with Sherizad,” he said. “We need to focus on the rogue Grey Wolves. Let’s get back to the main topic of the meeting.”

I couldn’t help but feel a little relieved in that difficult and tense situation.

The tension in the room was palpable as the other Alphas looked on in silence.

“Ryan, you wouldn’t know a good decision if it hit you in the face,” Tristen sneered, crossing his arms in front of him. I watched in discomfort as Alpha Tristen suddenly insulted Ryan for no apparent reason.

Ryan stood up from his seat, his eyes blazing with anger. “That’s enough, Tristen. We’re here to discuss the issue with the gray wolves, not trade insults.”

Tristen laughed mockingly. “What’s the matter, Ryan? Can’t handle a little criticism?”

I could see the frustration in Ryan’s face as he took a deep breath and sat back down. The tension in the room was still thick as Tristen continued to make snide comments, but then , to my utter surprise, my father spoke up.

“Enough, Tristen,” he said firmly. “We’re here to discuss the gray wolves, not to bicker amongst ourselves.”

Tristen scowled but fell silent. I could tell that he wasn’t happy with how things turned out.

The meeting continued with a focus on the important issue at hand. But I couldn’t help feeling uneasy about Tristen’s behavior, and wondered what else he might do to disrupt the proceedings. Or what his actual motive was?