Hunted Hybrid Aegis War Saga 1 novel Chapter 72

Elowen POV

The lunch buffet was a full on feeding frenzy. Wolves from every pack were stacked three deep around the tables, inhaling roast chicken like it might vanish into another dimension. I was halfway to a second helping of creamy potatoes when it happened again.

A loud CRASH echoed through the dining hall. Everyone froze. Two wolves…one burly brunette guy and one tall, fierce redhead..stood locked in a trance by the drink station, their trays shattered on the floor. Eyes wide. Breaths ragged. Mates.

“Holy fuck,” I whispered, nudging Taya hard.

“That’s five!” she whispered back, practically vibrating.

Rylen growled low, pride all over his face. “I knew it. The moon is waking up the bonds. We’ve been kept apart too long.”

Lachlan came up behind me, brushing his fingers over my back and murmuring, “She’s callin‘ them home, mo ghrá. Just like she called us.”

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Ashrian, always the overachiever, was already counting names and packs. “That’s five confirmed in twenty four hours. If this keeps up, we’ll need wedding tents.”

Jace groaned. “We’re gonna run out of condoms by Wednesday.”

Everyone laughed…until Alpha King Draven stood up, his voice booming across the hall with that signature no bullshit edge. “Council meeting,” he barked. “Now. Alphas, Betas, and Gammas…conference hall in fifteen. Elowen, you too.”

Oh fuck. Of course I was invited to the Werewolf NATO. As the rest of the hall exploded in excitement and gossip over the new mate pair,

I gave a little sigh and stood. My circle followed…Daxon, Ashrian, Lachlan, Rylen, Taya, and now Jace and Amaris.

Lachlan leaned in close, brushing his lips near my ear. “Ye reckon this is where they start buildin‘ thrones for ye, princess?”

I smirked. “Not yet. But maybe a war table.”

He grinned. “Even better.”

Because whether we liked it or not, the prophecy was real, the bonds were forming, and our war had already begun. And if the other alphas were smart, they’d stop posturing and start protecting.

Because fate wasn’t waiting anymore. We filed into the war room like royalty on a mission, and honestly, we kinda were.

The long, carved oak table was already packed, five alphas, five betas, five gammas, and more gray haired elders than I could count. Everyone stood as we entered. Eyes locked on me. Not my mates. Not the king. Me.

And fuck, that was a lot of pressure. Alpha King Draven stepped forward and gestured to the seat beside him. “Elowen. Here.”

I nodded and took my place, my inner wolf radiating calm strength thanks to Lyssira murmuring steady confidence in the back of my mind. Daxon stood behind me, flanked by Ashrian and Lachlan. Rylen and Taya settled at my left, their hands clasped. Jace and Amaris stayed close too, protective energy rolling off them in waves.

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12:52 Sat, Sep 27

Chapter 72

The Alpha of the Eastern Shadowclaw Pack spoke first, his voice faced with curiosity. “You called us here with urgency, Draven. What threat demands all five packs present?”

Draven didn’t hesitate. “The prophecy is unfolding. The one we’ve dismissed for generations.”

That got everyone’s attention.

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