Chapter 108. Still a Pawn

Althea sat with Melva on a makeshift bench, quietly watching the steady stream of people moving in and out of the manor. Pack members worked tirelessly, handing out relief goods to those who came for help.

She had tried several times to stand and lend a hand, but each attempt ended the same. A pack member would immediately rush to her side, guiding her back to a chair with polite firmness. They would offer her fruits, remind her she needed to rest, and insist that she focus on recovering.

In the end, Althea gave up. It felt as if the entire Nightwalker Pack had silently agreed that she must not lift a finger.

“My Lady,” one of them had told her earlier, “if you wish to move around, you may walk and enjoy the serenity of the manor grounds. And if the Alpha King permits, we will gladly tour you through the whole pack territory.”

The words had been repeated to her often enough that they almost sounded rehearsed.

With a small sigh, she popped anot