Return of the Pack’s Priest Chapter 11

Return of the Pack’s Priest Chapter 11

John’s eyes met mine. “Betty.”

“Did you send her here?

He didn’t deny it.

“Betty… I’ve thought about everything. Every day.”

“All those years I failed you. Every tower ritual I missed. I know it’s too late.”

“But I can wait. As long as it takes.”

He stepped closer. “Can you… give me one more chance?”

I looked at his face.

From eighteen to twenty-nine… Now I was thirty.

I once thought I would spend my entire life looking at this face.

“John. I truly don’t love you anymore.”

His expression remained still.

But something deep in his eyes shattered.

“How can you not believe me?”

I sighed.

“You placed Eleanor before me just to make me jealous. You made me wait eleven years.”

“Now that I have stopped waiting… you say you will wait for me.”

“See? We were never walking the same path.”

“Don’t come back. I have Liam to care for now. And the pup in my belly.”

His gaze dropped to my stomach.

There was no visible sign yet.

But my hand was already resting there.

His entire body collapsed.

Like the last thread holding him together had finally snapped.

I never saw John again.

Through Pack whispers, I learned what happened to him.

He drank until he destroyed himself.

He lost his position as Alpha. His status fell.

One night, while drunk, he fought with a rogue wolf.

A bottle shattered against his skull. The healers tried. But even a wolf’s powerful body could not save him.

He died.

I felt only a distant sadness. An Alpha had fallen.

As for Eleanor… I never heard from her again.

The Pack truly abandoned her. No one spoke her name. No one cared where she went.

Small footsteps hurried behind me.

I turned. And caught the little pup running away.

I tapped the Moon-bow on her head.

“Didn’t I tell you not to run?”

She giggled.

“Mother! Mother!”

“Father said someone is building a tower at the New Moon altar!”

“Can we go watch?”

Liam looked down at our daughter.

The corners of his eyes crinkled with a gentle smile.

He remembered.

Years ago… Betty sitting alone in her yard. Struggling to place that final heavy stone.

That tower had already fulfilled its purpose.

Now, in this small courtyard, a new stone had been placed. And its name was Liam.

(END)