However, the smile disappeared from her ethereal face when she uttered her next words. "I have also noted that there are now three Alphas under the name of New Moon. That is… Alpha Ochir, Alpha Boroo, and also you…"
Appearing solemn, her next words sent a chill down his spine. "I am concerned that this could forecast a dire future for not only you, but the entire community…"
The ominous projection, presented so candidly by the Goddess of Mothers, hung heavily in the atmosphere between the two strangers. The silence that ensued was unsettling.
The Goddess slowly stirred the contents in her teacup, while she waited for the man to process her words.
From the second that the utterance was unleashed upon him, his breath hitched in his throat. These were thoughts that had lingered on his mind since the moment Alpha Ochir merged the Rising Moon clan with the New Moon tribe. Though he had not spoken them out loud, he had been internally ruminating over the ramifications of that event.
