#Capítulo 203 – Damon trama 

tercera persona 

Cuando James comenzó a transportar refugiados del continente asediado a los territorios ocultos , su trabajo parecía simple : peligroso , pero simple . Aterrizaría su avión en la costa y lo ocultaría lo mejor que pudiera , rodando hacia el bosque y cubriendo el _aviones con lonas y plantlife . Luego viajaría tierra adentro a pie . _ Había veinte millas hasta el pueblo más cercano , por lo que James a menudo caminaba durante la noche hasta que llegaba a la modesta posada donde la red de espías de Sinclair transportaba a los cambiaformas perseguidos .a la seguridad Una vez que fueran entregados al cuidado de James , los espías desaparecerían de donde vinieron , y James conduciría a sus nuevos cargos a la costa . _ 

En algunas ocasiones las cosas se habían puesto difíciles , como con los padres de Sadie . Sin saberlo, habían sido seguidos por los agentes de Damon , lo que obligó a todo el grupo a dispersarse mientras James y algunos de los hombres más capaces se quedaron para luchar . Cuando el padre de Sadie cayó , sumadre no había podido mantenerse alejada , y la decisión le costó la vida . Afortunadamente, ese tipo de drama era una rareza , aunque cada refugiado fue consumido por una adrenalina casi constante en su viaje , y solo pudo relajarse una vez que el avión aterrizó en elterritorios ocultos . Al menos , así es como empezaron las cosas , cuando había tenido tiempo de aprender . cada rostro y nombre , escucha cada angustiosa historia de escape . 

Todo cambió cuando los humanos se enteraron de los cambiaformas . Ahora la costa una vez vacía estaba atestada de cuerpos hasta donde alcanzaba la vista . _ _ Ya no había necesidad de viajar a la aldea , porque los refugiados acudían directamente a él . _ Aterrizajese había convertido en una especie de desafío , ya que la gente aterrorizada estaba demasiado ocupada trepando al frente de la fila para despejar una pista de aterrizaje adecuada . James estaba aterrorizado de que iba a golpear a alguien uno de estos días . Incluso con los aviones extray los pilotos que  Gabriel había proporcionado para hacer estas carreras , nunca había suficiente espacio para

todos _ En el mejor de los casos podían llevar a cien personas por día , pero se reunieron miles , exhaustos , hambrientos y heridos . 

James también era muy consciente de que la operación se estaba volviendo demasiado grande para permanecer en secreto , y vivía con el miedo constante del día en que Damon enviaría a su ejército para masacrar a los cambiaformas que huían . El único resquicio de esperanza , si pudiera llamarse asíuna cosa era que sus fuerzas estaban tan ocupadas tratando de manejar los estragos que habían causado en la tierra , que no había soldados de sobra . 

So as he helped the most urgently injured shifters and families with the youngest children board the plane, he was so distracted answering the pleas and cries from those who wouldn’t be able to travel this day, that he didn’t notice an extra man sneak onto the plane. He didn’t catch the way the shifty character slunk to the very back and huddled on the ground, wrapped in an emergency blanket. James didn’t see the dangerous glint in his eye as he surveyed the quaking passengers, and when they eventually landed in the hidden territories, he didn’t realize that one of his passengers hadn’t thanked him for his rescue. 

The man prowled off into the triage tents, his hungry gaze taking in every detail, listening to every word spoken by his relieved companions. When he reached the intake tables, he gave a false name, accepted his tent assignment, and disappeared into the camp- as silent as a ghost 

They’re here. 

Damon – now better known as Emperor Damon (as he insisted everyone call him) or the Usurper ( 

for which he threatened to kill anyone caught calling him) or His Royal Fuckwit (his least favorite name of all) – swore violently, smashing his fist into his desk. “I knew it! That bastard Gabriel must be hiding them.” He complained, speaking so loudly into the phone receiver that the man on the other end of the line flinched. “Have you seen them?” 

“No, I’m still in the refugee camp.” His spy replied. “But I have plenty to tell you regardless. This entire place is abuzz with intel, the idealistic fools never saw me coming.” 

“Well get on with it then.” Damon ordered gruffly, pacing in his rooms. 

“To start, Sinclair is apparently traveling around the Vanaran territories building alliances with the Alphas here, and the rest of his delegation stayed behind. Word is that the old man and Sinclair’s Luna visit the camp most days, and the King and that traitor Roger are busy trying to find local families to host the refugees.” The spy reported, derision heavy on his tongue. 

“What else?” Damon growled, becoming more and more furious with every moment that passed.” Do you know if the alliances are successful? Are they building an army?” 

“I don’t know, but there’s going to be a huge political summit next week. Every Alpha on the continent is going to gather in the Capital to either pledge or deny their support.” He answered.” They’ve made it into quite a lavish affair, with excursions, opportunities to hear from the survivors of the conflict, feasts and even a grand ball.” 

“Trust Sinclair to wine and dine grown men like one of his fucking girlfriends. Does he understand nothing about war?” Even as he said it, Damon was grinding his teeth with barely contained worry. If Sinclair succeeded in his efforts, there was no telling the damage he and the Vanarans could inflict. With their next–generation technologies, they could probably wipe out his armies in a single stroke. “I can’t believe I didn’t think of this sooner. I thought they’d just gone to ground. I should have remembered how far back he and Gabriel go!” 

“Well the Vanarans aren’t your only problem.” His spy remarked reluctantly. “They might not even be your biggest.” 

“What the hell are you talking about?” Damon hissed. 

“By far the biggest rumor swirling around this place is that they’ve figured out his Luna is the long. lost daughter of King Xavier.” The spy shared, trying to hide the excitement in his own voice. 

“That’s nonsense, Xavier and Reina never had children. Everyone knows that.” Damon argued, though he rubbed his neck, trying to remember if there had ever been a failed pregnancy or still- birth. “There is no way they could have had a pup without anyone knowing, let alone that the bitch would have ended up in a human orphanage.” 

“Apparently it was by the Goddess’s own orders that she be hidden.” The spy explained, relating the events of the hypnosis session, which were now all over the city. 

“What absolute nonsense.” Damon dismissed the tale before the last words were even out of the man’s mouth. “That sounds like the sort of fairy tale a child makes up to comfort themselves. People can’t possibly believe that shit.” 

“But how could a tiny human child know about wolves? How could she know about a King and Queen when she didn’t even know monarchies still existed? That anything existed outside of the human world?” The spy questioned. 

“I don’t know, kids are creative.” Damon scoffed, “Last week my son was talking to an imaginary cowboy all day long, the little idiot.” 

“They’re calling her a demi–goddess.” The man revealed, “they believe she was sent to save them. She’s even more popular than Sinclair.” 

“Then get rid of her.” Damon commanded sharply. “If they lose their hope, they lose their will to fight. Put an end to the bitch before it’s too late.” 

“Do we even know if she can be killed?” The spy asked uncertainly, “if she’s truly the go-” 

“Everyone and everything can be killed, one way or another.” Damon snapped. “Sinclair isn’t there to protect her and from the sounds of it, she’s running around the refugee camp without a care in the world, so just get it done.” 

“I didn’t sign up to assassinate anyone.” The man countered. “This was just supposed to be information gathering.” 

“Oh like you haven’t killed for me before.” Damon reminded him. “Don’t tell me you’re balking because she’s breeding.” 

“No… but I’m not eager to kill the child of the Goddess.” He corrected. 

“You can’t honestly believe that nonsense.” Damon exploded. “She’s not a fucking unicorn, she’s a regular she–wolf with a grandiose personality disorder.” 

“I won’t do it.” The spy protested, gritting his teeth. “Even if I wanted to, she’s constantly surrounded by people. I might be able to get to her but it would be the end of me. Can you 

imagine what they would do to the man who murdered their savior.” 

*Fine, if you’re too much of a coward to do what’s necessary, then at least kill Sinclair while he’s away from his reinforcements.” Damon suggested. “If he’s traveling then he’s vulnerable – meeting countless shifters he doesn’t know, moving through unsecured areas with minimum security. There are advanced technologies in Vanara, weapons and tools we don’t have. It could be as simple as planting an explosive on the road to intercept his car.” 

“That’s assuming I can get my hands on their weapons and track him down in time, to predict his movements well enough to ensure he fell for the trap.” The spy explained. 

“Is that a no?” Damon snarled. 

” No ” , aclaró el espía . ” Es una cuestión de cuánto estás dispuesto a pagar . Si quieres que mate a un Alfa , mi precio acaba de subir ” . _ _