Underwater: The Silent Luna novel Chapter 239

Chapter 239

Levi and Joseph arrived at the mansion and saw a multitude of warriors gathered around the compound like an invading storm that had already decided the house belonged to it. Some of them were in wolf form, low to the ground with their hackles raised and teeth bared, while others stood in human form with hard faces and weapons close enough to reach without thought. The whole place smelled of aggression, dust, silver, fear, and a kind of arrogance that made Joseph’s wolf press hard beneath his skin.

Levi was surprised, but Joseph was not.

Something in Joseph had expected this. Maybe not exactly this, not this many bodies choking the entrance of his home, but he had known Cynthia would not arrive quietly. People like her never walked in with simple requests when they finally believed power was in their hands. They arrived with noise. With threat. With an audience. With just enough violence to remind everyone who was now

supposed to be afraid.

Joseph alighted the car at the gate along with Levi and walked into the compound. His steps were calm because he forced them to be. Every instinct in him wanted to move fast, to find Adam and Brian, to find Elaine and Keith, to check the wings, to know if Meadow was still safe at the hospital, to know whether Ethan had been dragged into something he was not yet ready to face. But he could not rush. Not here. Not with so many enemy eyes watching for weakness and waiting for him to make the first wrong move.

There were growls and snarls as the two of them approached, and the sound moved through the compound like a warning. Joseph’s jaw tightened. Rex stirred with rage inside him, wanting to answer, wanting to remind every wolf there that Whitewood blood did not kneel because strangers came in numbers. But then Joseph saw what the intruders had done, and his anger sharpened into

something colder.

They had rounded up all the workers in the house and forced them outside on their knees with silver bracelets around their wrists.

For a moment, Joseph’s chest went tight. It was one thing to imagine Cynthia coming with warriors to show power. It was another to see people who had served in their home for years kneeling on the ground like criminals, faces pale, shoulders shaking, bodies bowed beneath silver that made any wolf weak and obedient. It was clear Cynthia and whoever sent her would not be taking chances. They had not only come to announce control. They had come to break the spirit of the house before any order was even

given.

Even the warriors Ethan returned with were also on their knees.

Joseph saw them and felt shame on their behalf, even though he understood. Surrendering had been the best option for the five warriors because there was no way they could take the multitude Cynthia came with. Some of the invaders were their old colleagues, and that made it worse. Familiar faces standing on the wrong side of the compound, watching men they once trained with kneel under silver. Betrayal was ugly enough when it came from strangers. When it wore known eyes, it became something that could rot

a pack from within.

Cynthia watched Joseph and Levi approach. Medley was a bit intimidated. Joseph could smell it. Rex could smell it too. The fear was not strong, but it was there beneath the pride, beneath the perfume of new authority she had wrapped around herself. Cynthia masked it well, lifting her chin, letting a smug smile settle on her face, acting as if warriors behind her made her untouchable.

“And so you grace us with your presence, Alpha. I thought the cripple would be joining you,” she said, referring to Ethan.

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Joseph growled at her before he could stop himself. The insult struck an old wound. Ethan had suffered enough. Ethan had carried

seven years of humiliation, pain, and silence because of people like the hidden bastard Cynthia now served. To hear Cynthia use his brother’s condition like a joke made Joseph want to rip her throat out right there in front of everyone.

But he controlled his anger.

He had to. He and Ethan had already mapped things out. They had to keep their heads down. They had to remain meek. They had to

let the enemy believe they were cornered. This was not cowardice. This was survival. This was strategy. He had bought them time,

with one false signature, and he would not waste that time because Cynthia had a dirty mouth.

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