Rebirth Of The Rejected Luna Chapter 29: Good News And Bad News

**Theo's POV**

The moment Peter mentioned my father, my heart seized with worry. "Peter, we must call an urgent meeting with the courtiers, ministers, and elders of the pack immediately."

I could not afford to let anything happen to him. In as much as I was ready to become Alpha, I could not stomach the thought of my father dying now— especially in the hands of those evil creatures called rogues. 

Peter nodded in agreement but added, "We should also send a soldier to meet with your father wherever he is on his journey today and warn him about the new species of rogues."

I shook my head. "It would be too dangerous. The person might not even make it. Our best bet is to focus on the border my father will be passing through. And that is if there are no rogues on the way."

Peter frowned, the gravity of the situation sinking in. "You're right. We need to ensure that the border is fortified and the rogues are kept at bay."

I sighed, taking in a deep breath. I could not afford to not be composed in a time like this. 

"The moon goddess will protect him," Peter said reassuringly.

Without wasting another moment, Peter called the guards to call for a messenger. When the young man arrived, I noticed his thin, wiry frame. He was barely out of his teenage years, with an eager yet nervous look in his eyes. His uniform, slightly too large for his slim build, hung loosely on his shoulders. I had a strange sense of endearment towards him and he seemed scared so I gave him an encouraging smile.

"Y-y-our high-highnesses," he stuttered. 

I raised an eyebrow at him, surprised at his stutter. "Who made you a messenger?"

"I-i-i"

"Are you scared because you are speaking with the Alpha's son or you have a stutter?" Peter asked. 

"No," he said more firmly. "I-i-i saw..." He took a deep breath. "I was at the border this morning."

Peter instructed him firmly, "Go and make sure all the courtiers, ministers, and elders are assembled within the next hour. Tell them it is of utmost importance and they cannot delay. What you saw is the reason for the meeting boy, I hope you haven't told anyone."

"N-not at all. I don't have friends."

"Well, good," I said. "If you still struggle to speak. Relay it to another messenger."

The messenger nodded and dashed out of the room, his urgency matching the severity of our situation. His boots echoed through the corridor as he sprinted away.

"Good?" Peter questioned. "That he doesn't have friends?" 

"Well, it does help one situation," I sighed. 

"How about the other citizens?" Peter asked. "We could not have known everyone there. I did not even notice him... We don't need them spreading what they saw. The panic will affect our economy."

"We can only hope... And get a solution as fast as we can. So there is no room for panic."

"We'll need to outline a clear strategy," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "We can't afford any mistakes."

Peter nodded. "I'll gather all the reports and maps. We need to have everything ready before the meeting."

We moved to the large oak table in the center of the room. Its surface was already cluttered with scrolls, maps, and various documents. Peter began sorting through the mess with practiced efficiency, pulling out the most recent reports and spreading the maps across the table. The maps detailed every inch of our territory and highlighted the known rogue territories with ominous red marks.

"Here," Peter said, pointing to a section of the border where my father was expected to pass. "This is the area we need to focus on. We should increase patrols here and here," he added, marking additional spots with a piece of charcoal.

I leaned over the table, studying the maps closely. "We need to ensure the guards on that border are aware of the new threat. They need to be extra vigilant."

"I'll handle it," Peter assured me. "We'll have our best men on it."

"Let us pack this up. They shall soon be here," I said. 

We gathered them up as soon as we could and put them away. The meeting was to inform them of the predicament and hear general suggestions. Only a few chosen people were going to be a part of the strategy council.

As we waited for the assembly to gather, I couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom. The moments dragged on as we awaited the assembly. I paced the room, each step mirroring the anxious beat of my heart. 

"How are you going to break the news?" Peter asked concern etched on his face. "Our goal is to avoid causing panic."

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "Honestly, I don't know. The news of rogues will always cause panic, no matter how carefully we present it."

Peter nodded solemnly.

One by one, the courtiers began to arrive, their expressions a mix of curiosity and concern. They filtered into the throne room, their robes swishing softly against the stone floor. 

The courtiers mumbled among themselves, wonderinghat was going on. The air was thick with anticipation. I could see familiar faces among them, some showing signs of ageing with graying hair and lines etched into their skin, others were still vibrant and full of life. 

I cleared my throat, drawing everyone's attention. They have already taken their places in rows, as usual. I just needed them to quieten. "There are two important matters to address," I began, my voice steady but serious. "First, the Alpha—my father—is returning."

A round of applause and murmurs of approval swept through the room. 

I waited for the applause to die down before continuing. "Secondly," I said, my tone grave, "we are being plagued by rogues. And this time, they are more powerful than before.''