The Alpha's Unwanted Luna (by Miss L) novel Chapter 369

Chapter 369

38 – Ben

“What exactly are you talking about?” I ask, my tone sharp with disbelief. It’s clear to me that a witch is behind these relentless attacks—drug dealers and assassins lurking in the shadows, striking at every opportunity. Yet, he speaks about it as if it’s some mundane topic we discuss daily.

“It seems there’s a conflict brewing among some of the local covens,” he replies calmly.

I lean forward, gripping the arms of my chair. “A conflict? What kind of dispute involves poisoning and murdering wolves?” My voice rises in frustration.

He shrugs slightly. “It’s not exactly a quarrel between covens themselves. From what I’ve gathered, there’s a growing demand for werewolf muscle as mercenaries. Witches, warlocks, fae, and vampires alike are all converging on the idea that if they can control us, they’ll have their own pack of loyal enforcers at their beck and call.”

I sit back, stunned, my mouth agape. What the hell? How could anyone even conceive of that? We’re not some new species to be toyed with; we’ve coexisted alongside these supernatural beings for centuries. It makes no sense at all.

“I was thinking the exact same thing,” he says with a small smile. Did I say that out loud? “Witches and werewolves share something unique—we both have human forms. Other supernatural creatures struggle to blend into the human world as seamlessly. I suspect that’s part of the reason. And while witches aren’t weak by any means, we have the advantage in strength, endurance, and pain tolerance. That’s what they’re after. If they can control us, they gain a powerful edge over other supernaturals.”

I rub my face, trying to process this. “Okay, but how does all of this relate to a dispute?”

He leans back, thoughtful. “The covens are split on the issue. Some want to coexist peacefully with us, maybe even collaborate, while others want total domination—complete control.”

“That makes more sense. But what about Elara and Junior? What’s their connection to all this chaos and danger they’ve been facing?”

He takes a deep breath. “About ten years ago, a faction of chaos witches broke away from their original coven. They call themselves Ember and Ash now. They live hidden among humans, but harbor a deep hatred for them—though they despise their isolated forest existence even more. Their leader is named Eliza. My contact managed to get me that much. Eliza never leaves the forest, fearing attacks and the possibility of her coven being absorbed by Ember and Ash.”

I glance at the clock, feeling the urgency creeping back in. “How does this help us? I need to find out what happened to Elara—I sensed something was wrong hours ago. All this information feels distant, not immediately useful.”

Ben stands, offering his hand. “Now that we know witches are behind these covert attacks, we can learn how to see through their defenses and catch these rogues in the act. It’s progress.” His gaze is steady. “Don’t think you’re being cast out. You’ll always have a place here. This is your home. But now, you have to go protect your future.”

I nod, a flood of mixed emotions washing over me—not quite joy, not quite sorrow, but somewhere in between. I know I’m doing the right thing, yet I wish Jer, Rayna, and the others could be here for this part of the journey. Taking a deep breath, I head out to the waiting SUV, already fueled and ready.

I wonder what he meant about all my belongings being sent to Black Claw. Honestly, I wouldn’t even recognize my own room anymore. We just finished school, and it was probably cluttered with trivial high school stuff that doesn’t matter to anyone now. This might be one of the most awkward moves I’ve ever made. But it’s time to face what’s ahead.