[ New World – Blackmoon Pack – Alpha Malrick's Chamber ]
The room was a mess.
Bags lay open. Clothes, scrolls, maps, and flasks clattered all around in hurried bundles. A leather satchel swung from the bedpost, half stuffed with herbs bound in strings…There were some paper notes sticking out.
Alpha Malrick's hands moved hurriedly…each gesture trembled with urgency.
He shoved a folded cloak inside, then paused to clutch at a pendant resting on the dresser.
For a moment, his eyes closed, jaw tight, before he dropped it carefully into the pack.
The door creaked open.
Gamma Kael stepped inside, sharp eyed, his movements cautious. He froze mid stride as his gaze swept over the chamber.
The scattered items. The satchel. The Alpha himself...all dressed up.
Kael bowed his head low, respectfully. His voice came quietly, though strained.
"Alpha… forgive my asking… but are you… going somewhere?"
Malrick paused only a fraction before nodding, his face set like stone.
