BROKEN BONDS DESTINED HEARTS

Chapter 2: Shadows of War and Unspoken Bonds

HY LOVELIES

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The grand banquet hall of the Starrful Pack palace buzzed with soft murmurs as the royal families and high-ranking members of the two packs gathered around the long, gleaming oak table. Chandeliers cast a warm, golden light across the room, illuminating the rich tapestries and paintings that adorned the walls, each a testament to centuries of werewolf history, honor, and valor.

Prince Jungkook, seated at the far end of the table beside his sister Hana, felt the weight of the evening pressing down on him. His mind raced with thoughts of the impending war, alliances, and his place in all of it. However, the familiar comfort of Jimin, his ever-watchful bodyguard, standing silently behind him, was a steady anchor amidst the storm of his thoughts.

Jungkook and Hana wore the traditional hanfu of the Starrful Pack, their faces delicately veiled in respect to the customs that unmarked omegas should always conceal their beauty. The intricate embroidery on Jungkook's robes shimmered under the soft glow of the chandeliers, hinting at his royal status, though none could see the ethereal beauty of his face behind the veil. His eyes, however, were enough to capture anyone’s attention—dark, captivating, and filled with a depth of emotions that often went unspoken.

Jimin stood silently behind him, his stance rigid but protective. As Jungkook’s personal bodyguard, Jimin had been by his side for as long as Jungkook could remember, a silent shadow ensuring his safety. Yet, beyond the formalities, there was an unspoken bond between them, one that transcended duty.

As the first course was served, the sound of silverware on fine porcelain filled the room. The conversation was light but restrained, as if everyone was aware that the night was not one for celebration, but one of looming darkness.

King Namjoon, the Royal Alpha of the Night Walker Pack, sat across from the Starrful King. His sharp eyes scanned the room with the intensity of a leader who missed nothing. Though his expression was calm, there was a tension that no one could ignore.

After a while, the pleasantries came to an end. The heavy silence that followed was broken by King Namjoon’s voice, his words cutting through the quiet like a blade.

"We are not here for lighthearted conversation," he began, his deep voice filling the hall. "We gather because the threat of war is upon us."

All eyes turned toward him. Even Jungkook felt the chill that accompanied the weight of Namjoon’s words. The tension in the room thickened as Namjoon continued.

"The vampires have grown bold, attacking smaller packs in the southern regions," Namjoon stated, his gaze sweeping across the gathered leaders. "Their numbers are growing, and their leaders are no longer divided. A new ruler has emerged—one who seeks to unite the vampire covens under a single banner."

There was a ripple of unease among the attendees. Jungkook, although he tried to remain composed, felt a shiver crawl up his spine. He had heard whispers of these vampire attacks, but the reality of war hitting so close to home was unsettling.

Namjoon continued, his voice steady and resolute. "Vlad, the vampire lord, seeks to claim werewolf territories and enslave our kind. This threat is no longer something we can ignore."

Jungkook’s thoughts drifted for a moment, his gaze lowering to the table. War was a constant specter over the royal families, but the idea of it becoming real, of lives being lost, was almost too much to bear.