The Alpha's Fated Outcast Rise Of The Moonsinger novel Chapter 377

Chapter 377: No one calls the Alpha...

Lenny

I didn’t go inside the pack house entirely.

I remained at the door, waiting to see what would happen. Korvain stared at the pack house door for a few minutes before turning and heading towards the car.

I watched as the convoy of expensive vehicles pulled away from the pack house, their tinted windows reflecting nothing as they disappeared down the winding driveway.

"They came in cars," I muttered under my breath. "But dressed like prehistoric warlocks."

The moment the last car vanished from sight, Elder Eldric rushed inside the pack house. As soon as he saw me, he ran to my side, his face pale with worry.

"Lenny, you shouldn’t have told them off like that," he said urgently, gripping my arm with surprising strength. "You have no idea who those men really are."

I turned to him, my brows raised. "They were insulting Ramsey and Lyla, Eldric. Calling Lyla a mere werewolf when she practically saved us all. We’ve just survived the darkest times of our lives—if our Alpha wants to take a fucking break after nearly dying with the Dark One, with his pregnant mate, he’s earned it."

My voice carried the edge of frustration that had been building since the strangers arrived. "And what seat of power could be more important than the Lycan Leader’s?"

Eldric looked down, sighed and then said the words that made my stomach turn.

"The Hollow Kin, Lenny. That’s what power is more important."

I stared at him, waiting for an explanation that would make sense of what had just happened.

He glanced around, then lowered his voice. "The Hollow Kin. They’re old. Older than our packs, older than the White Mountain Council. It was a body created before any of us, before the bloodlines of the first Lycans. Their job is to maintain balance and keep our world from slipping too far to either light or darkness."

I scoffed. "Well, they did a fantastic job showing up after the Dark One nearly killed us all."

The old man sighed deeply, suddenly looking every bit of his age. "They never visit packs directly. For centuries, they’ve maintained their distance, allowing us to govern ourselves without interference. But if they come here in person..." He shook his head grimly. "It means serious trouble."

"So, hurry up and call Ramsey," he continued, his voice taking on an urgent tone. "Tell him to come back immediately."

I scoffed, slipping my hands inside my pockets to ward off the cold.

"No. I won’t. I’m not calling Ramsey. Not for this. Let him have his break."

"Lenny—"

"No," I repeated firmly. "Where the fuck were these Hollow Kin when we were fighting for our lives for months? When our people were dying, when territories were being destroyed, when the entire world was on the brink of collapse?" My anger was building now, fueled by months of exhaustion and the memory of all we’d lost. "Why didn’t anyone ever mention their existence before now? If they’re that powerful, why hide until now?"

Elder Eldric looked at me with the patience of someone who’d lived through centuries of Pack politics. "No, Lenny. This is real. Like I said, these people never interfere in pack activities. The Hollow Kin is a body that was created long before the Lycan Leadership even existed."

He paused, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "They are the original council, the first Lycans who walked alongside the ancient spirits. When our kind first learned to shift, when territories were carved from the wilderness, when the fundamental laws of our society were written—they were there. They’re not just our checkmates, Lenny. They’re the foundation upon which our entire world was built."

I felt a chill run down my spine as he continued.

"The Hollow Kin possesses knowledge that predates written history. They remember the old order, the original compacts with the moon goddess, the reasons why certain laws exist, and others were forbidden. They have the authority to dissolve pack alliances, strip Alphas of their power, and reorganise the entire hierarchy if they deem it necessary."

Elder Eldric’s voice grew even more grave. "More importantly, they have connections that span every supernatural community on Earth. Vampires, witches, fae courts, dragon clans—all of them recognise the Hollow Kin’s authority. If they declare Ramsey unfit to lead, it won’t just affect our packs. It could isolate the entire Lycan community from every other alliance we’ve built."

"Okay!" I shrugged. "Great speech. But why show up now and why disrespect Ramsey?"

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