370 The Werewolf’s Quest
Benson Walton’s POV:
After so many months, I was back at the Lycan pack. This ti, I didn’t bring any small baggage with . I ca here purely with the mobile patrol team.
That was right. Even the Lycan pack was within the inspection range of the mobile patrol team. Although our existence allowed the central governnt to keep track of the local situation, who hadn’t heard of the saying ‘darkness under light’? There might have been a hidden danger right under the nose of the Lycan King, so it was necessary to be on guard.
The mobile patrol team usually did not move together as a whole; rather, such a situation was rare. After all, the werewolves had so many packs that even a single team could not finish checking half of them in a year. That was why we usually split up into a dozen or so teams.
A middle-aged man of few words led the squad I was in. I heard he had been on the mobile patrol team for almost seven years. This was an extrely abnormal number, as most mbers would retire after three years of service. This was to ensure the ntal health of the mbers and the loyalty of the mobile patrol team. Other than experience, ti also accumulated complicated relationships and growing ambitions. After all, living day after day in suspicion and conspiracy was maddening.
A veteran who had served for seven years was undoubtedly experienced, had a strong heart, and was trusted and valued by the higher-ups. This made his orders extrely prestigious and allowed our team to work exceptionally smoothly.
However, he should have inford us of our specific destination when we ca to the Lycan pack. He only asked us to hang out all day long, as if he was using the excuse of a mission as an excuse to take a break. However, no one questioned anything. Everyone silently and loyally carried out the order and wandered around the huge bustling pack.
The small restaurants on the side of the road even had posters of discounts and revelry. The excuse was the sa as that of grocery stores or coffee shops, all to celebrate the birth of the next generation of the royal family. This caused to stop in my tracks for a few more seconds, and the mories that I had suppressed in my heart suddenly ca back to .
A child?
Had Selma beco a mother?
My impression of her was that of a timid little girl or an overbearing Princess. It was said that the reform she made at the border was very popular and loved by the people. The people loved the house and its crow. They also liked a newly born child from the bottom of their hearts and spontaneously organized many celebrations.
It wasn’t just the Lycan pack and its surrounding packs. Even in remote, small places, one could hear a few words of praise for ‘Her Highness’.
In contrast to the public, the attitude of the Alpha was subtle, so supported him, so opposed her, and so remained silent and watched from the side.
In any case, Selma’s approach undoubtedly touched the core interests of the Alpha, there would be far-sighted assertiveness chasing after her footsteps, but for the old families used to the ruling, her approach was undoubtedly digging their graves.
If I were still an Alpha, I wouldn’t agree with Selma’s reform even though it brought the three dying packs back to life and gave tens of thousands of people a good life. It was an achievent in the present era and a benefit in the future.
However, it made the Alphas step down, and it seed there was no chance for them to co on stage again, so no matter how good it was, I would oppose it. Who knew if I would be the next one to step down?
But now, I was just an insignificant mobile patrol mber, so I just stood by the poster and thought about it aimlessly, then entered the small restaurant for a al.
A few days passed, and the captain still needed to give us clear instructions. One day, he suddenly gathered us and asked, “It has been three days. Are you guys familiar with the terrain of the Lycan pack?”
Every ti we arrived at a new location, we had to familiarize ourselves with the terrain and landmarks. This had almost beco an instinct for the entire mobile patrol team.
“You are the best mbers of the mobile patrol team, selected after a long observation period. There is no room for criticism, be it ability or loyalty. Now, no matter your mission, their priority will be lowered before I announce a new mission,” the captain said.
“From today onwards, the fourth team will officially begin the ‘hidden sentry plan’. You will beco the hidden sentries of the entire Lycan pack, each responsible for monitoring different areas. Report to imdiately if there’s any movent, understand?”
“Understood!”
No one asked what the ultimate goal of this mission was. They just had to carry it out.
My biggest problem was that I would be stuck in the Lycan pack indefinitely. This way, I would not be able to help Selma gather information on the Evaria Family’s movents in the other packs.
I contacted her, but she said she was fine for the ti being, as she was about to go on a diplomatic mission to the elven territory. The country’s internal affairs would be temporarily left to her female attendant – the newly-appointed trainee secretary of the King.
“If there’s any new information, you can contact and send the information to Emma at the sa ti.”
She gave a new way to contact her.
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