What Brings You To My Territory?

Chapter 13

Deep down, Karyan felt a surprising sense of relief when he saw Nalani strolling in the garden, looking as lively as ever.

The disbelief that Nalani had returned from the dead still lingered in his mind, but he could not deny that there was something extraordinary about Nalani, something that signaled that she was priceless.

This revelation sharpened his thoughts about the assassination attempt and the Ruterowoman imprisoned in his basement.

Memories of his plans to visit an old friend, a member of the Rutero, surfaced.

He needed answers, and his friend was the best source of information.

Determined, Karyan quickly made his way back to the main building of the estate. The urgency of his mission quickened his pace, and his mind churned with questions and half-finished strategies.

Once inside, he called out to Radoff. He appeared instantly, his imposing figure filled the doorway.

"Prepare to depart," Karyan ordered. "We'll be heading to Rutero territory."
Radoff's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded without question. "Yes, Alpha. Should I gather the guards as usual?"

Karyan shook his head. "No, just you and I. It should be done discreetly."

Radoff nodded again, understanding the urgency of their situation. "I'll have everything ready within an hour."
When Radoff left to make preparations, Karyan gave himself a moment to reflect. His mind drifted back to Nalani's Unexpected awakening. The more he thought about it, the more he was convinced that Nalani's return was no mere coincidence.

There were forces at play that he did not yet understand, and he had to be prepared for whatever was to come.

He moved to his room, gathered a few essential items and donned a cloak that would help him blend into the shadows.

The Ruteros were known for their secrecy and ability to navigate the invisible currents of power and magic. His companion, though estranged, is a keeper of such secrets. If anyone could explain the assassination plot, it was him.

Karyan's thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. He opened it to find Karina standing there, then entered without waiting to be invited.
"I saw Radoff hurriedly choosing a horse. Where are you going this late at night riding like a human?"
"None of your business, Karina," Karyan replied coldly. "You'd better go back to your room now and not say anything about my leaving to anyone."

Karina frowned. "You'll be traveling for a long time?"

"No, I'm not. Just one night."

"Then can I come with you?"
Karyan sighed, holding her patience. "No, you can't. And I don't want to hear your whining. Put yourself in your proper position. I am your alpha. My every word is an order."

"I understand." Karina lifted her chin, trying not to look hurt by the affirmation.

"Goodbye, then." She turned and hurried to the door. However, she immediately stopped when Karyan called out to her.
"Take care of Nalani while I'm gone. It won't be long, but anything can happen."

Karina nodded grimly. Wordlessly she walked out of the room.

Within an hour, Karyan and Radoff slipped out of the estate under the cover of night. The road to Rutero territory was fraught with danger, but Karyan's had his mind set and ready.
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Their horses were specially trained, as ordinary horses would be frightened by the presence of werewolves.

These two black horses, dark as the night itself, galloped like the wind through the shadowy wilderness.

Radoff took the lead, his sharp eyes scanned his surroundings. They had left their familiar forest territory and were now in an unknown forest.

Rutero’s territory was not marked on any map. Only the lucky few who knew Rutero personally knew its location, under a strict oath of secrecy.

Years ago, Karyan was brought to their land by a friend, and Radoff was with him then. Their wolf instincts had not forgotten the subtle signs marking the border of Rutero territory.

They continued walking northward, their steps seemed steady and tireless.

The first sign of the territory appeared, a barely perceptible shift in the air and the faint scent of herbs that could only be recognized by those familiar with Rutero.

Karyan signaled to Radoff, his hand sliced through the air as a command to increase something.

They slowed the pace of their horses, moving forward more cautiously.

Suddenly, a group of figures appeared from the darkness, blocking their path.

The leader stepped forward, his eyes twinkled with curiosity, wariness. He knew that they were wolves and understood the implications of their presence here.

“Well, wolves,” the leader said, his voice a low growl. “Why Have you come to our territory?”

Karyan looked up at the leader, his gaze was as hard as a rock. “We wish to see your chieftain. We have important matters to discuss.”

The leader’s expression did not soften. “You know the rules. Outsiders are not welcome here without a reason. State your purpose clearly, or return.”

Karyan’s patience was wearing thin, but he maintained a steady tone. “I am Karyan, Alpha of Mond, and my right hand, Radoff. I am looking for an old friend, your chieftain. I have questions that only he can answer.”

Recognition flashed in the leader’s eyes at the mention of Karyan’s name, and his position shifted slightly. “Wait here,” he ordered, and then turned to one of his men, issuing quick instructions.

Seconds passed into minutes as Karyan and Radoff waited, with their senses on high alert. Every rustle of leaves, every whisper of wind was like a potential threat.

Finally, the leader returned, with a hint of respect in his eyes.

“The chief will see you,” he said, gesturing for them to follow. “But remember, you are guests here. Show respect, or face the consequences.”

Karyan nodded, and he and Radoff dismounted, leading their horses after the Rutero warriors deeper into the forest.

The tension was unspeakable, but Karyan’s mind was focused on the answers he sought.

The forest path twisted and turned, bringing them to a clearing where a large tent stood, surrounded by smaller tents.

The air was thick with the scent of plants and earth, a reminder of Routeros' connection to nature.

The leader stopped at the entrance of the largest tent. “Wait here,” he ordered, before disappearing inside.

Moments later, he reappeared and motioned for Karyan and Radoff to enter.

Inside, the Rutero chief sat with sharp and understanding eyes, a faint smile was seen on his lips as he recognized Karyan.

“Karyan, it’s been a long time,” the chief said, his voice warm yet cautious. “What brings you to my territory?”
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