Chapter 315

315 The Election

Selma Payne’s POV:

The next day.

The Alpha candidates gathered at the temporary Campaign Committee in advance. Most of them were ambitious or smug middle-aged men, Daniel and Rhode were relatively young, and there was even a white-haired old man. Due to Benson’s reputation falling like a cliff, Daniel and Rhode also suffered many negative effects, and they were weaker than the other candidates in terms of competition.

However, in the end, the winner would depend on the public’s votes and the Moon Goddess’ will. Only the person she approved of could succeed in the Alpha position, which was why Alpha’s status in the pack was superior.

After some small talk with the candidates to prevent cheating, the chosen representative and I were isolated from the candidates. We were to stay in a specific small room until the moon rose. There was no one to accompany me during this time, so I decided to write my memoir out of boredom.

It was about what had happened three years ago: Leviathan, Azazel, Mullwika, the Archpriest, Frank, and Linda, as well as New Flow, god’s blood, Dorothy’s past and present life, and other minor points.

The most important thing was the black cocoon that was still lifeless.

Regarding this strange cocoon, the research team was cautious. They feared hurting Linda and Frank, who were still in danger, and also afraid that it would explode if they left it alone. However, they were also helpless. No precedent could guide the current situation. Even if they wanted to do something, they had no way to start.

The medical room where the black cocoon was sealed had become a forbidden area in the entire palace. The werewolf grandmasters had set up layers of restrictions and seals on it. Even I had only visited it once.

I was quite familiar with this black cocoon. It looked like the black version of the light cocoon, but its power was millions of times eviler than the light cocoon. Furthermore, it had the same effect as the cocoon formed from the sap of the giant pine tree. The two were both creations of demons, so it was hard to say if they had any similarities.

Did Linda, who was ‘sleeping’ in it, also experience the changes I had experienced?

Linda had black moth-shaped kins, which made her true identity a mystery. After I reformed my body, the golden moth pattern appeared on my skin. I once guessed that it had something to do with me absorbing Azazel’s power.

Linda’s black moth was so similar to my black-gold moth. Did this mean that she had a secret relationship with Azazel? Was the black cocoon a symbol of ‘ascendance’? What would it hatch? Was the thing that it hatched still Linda?

I drew up conjectures about the relationship between Linda and Azazel, but I overturned all of them in the end. Unless Linda woke up, all my conjectures would have no results.

I wrote and drew, and the day passed. I could finally come out of the small house when the moon was high in the sky.

After the voting during the day, the final five candidates emerged: Daniel was eliminated, but Rhode was still around. The other four were people I was not familiar with, and they used to hold important positions in the government.

At this point, it had nothing to do with the person. The Moon Goddess would choose the final candidate. Since the last public Alpha election was almost a decade ago, the committee was unfamiliar with the process. We could do less and make fewer mistakes to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the loophole. We asked the candidates to stand on the altar and wait for the goddess’ will.

After a while, dark clouds gathered in the sky and blocked the moon.

“It’s coming! It’s coming!”

The surrounding crowd cried out in surprise. We looked up into the sky, and sure enough, a tiny gap had opened in the clouds. The bright moonlight poured through the cracks and enveloped the people on the altar. The moonlight had some unknown power, causing the candidates to transform into their wolves.

Whoever was the last to transform would be the goddess’ choice.

At this moment, I couldn’t help but feel nervous. Could it be Rhode?

His changes didn’t seem as drastic as the others, making my hope grow. I watched everything change without blinking.

Finally-

“They’ve changed! It is Rhode! The goddess has chosen Rhode!”

It wasn’t just someone who cried out in surprise. Immediately after, everyone’s eyes were focused on the majestic wolf on the altar.

It was Rhode!

I heaved a long sigh of relief and took the lead in clapping. The others followed my lead and gave Rhode a warm round of applause.

The wolf transformation only lasted for a little more than ten seconds. Rhode, who had transformed back into his human form, waved to the crowd in high spirits. His competitors, sincere or not, congratulated and hugged him. Countless flashes recorded this historic moment.

The voters’ representative and I went to the stage to announce the results. When we hugged, I whispered, “Congratulations, Rhode.”

Rhode winked at me.

As the new Alpha, Rhode gave an inauguration speech to the public. He must have attended many such occasions with Benson before, so he seemed to be at ease. His mature behavior won the support of many hesitant people. An experienced and sophisticated young leader soon won the cheers of the people.

Becoming an Alpha was a very glorious thing. The hereditary system allowed the Alpha family to rise to the sky with them. But the greater the interest, the greater the responsibility. History had seen many Alphas who were overthrown due to stupidity or cruelty.