Selena is in a room that is well furnished, with big windows behind safety bars. A few wolves are placed at her door as guards. A golden cage for the angel. Streams of thoughts have been churning her brain, despite her calm appearance. Her face hasn’t shown any emotion in the past hours. Sitting on a chair next to the window, her eyes have been fixed on the sickled moon, high up in the black sky. She or basically her wolf has been intimate with Zaden for the past 10 days. If it is true that she is pregnant, how could he have known it so early? Plus, she just had been hospitalized after a major injury. Is it possible for early pregnancy to survive such an impact? It’s medically impossible. It must have been a lie to deceive Ozrain in hope that he would let her go, she thought. A gentle knock echoed from the door and Selena looked up. Ozrain slowly paced in with a calm face
“Hi… I see you have sent out your dinner?” he asked with the same gravelly voice but in a gentle manner. Selena dropped back her head onto her pulled-up knees. Ozrain sighed out as he sat down on the bed next to her.
“I have been looking for you for 200 years…” he said in a low tone.
“I want my Zaden” Selena said, nonchalant. She had given up fighting. Whatever that is coming out is her plain thoughts and that was the first word she said to Ozrain
“Look, I am not going to lose you–” Ozrain’s sentence got cut off
“I want my Zaden”
“I know he is your mate…”
“I want my Zaden”
“Would you please let me explain?” he shouted, yet the soft-natured girl didn’t even flinch. Acceptance of death comes with its own perk. Nothing scares you anymore since the will to live has dried up.
“I want my Zaden” she repeated. Ozrain temper was raising. He doesn’t want to burst in front of his newfound blood. He strode out of there, as fast as possible. Draven was waiting outside for him
“What did she say?” he asked
“Nothing important. We will be leaving from here the day after tomorrow. I have to arrange something before bringing her out” Ozrain said calmly and Draven nodded. Although he is throbbing to go check on his Luna, serve her needs, pamper his grandchild but he didn’t want to get attached to her as well, and so kept his distance.
Back at the red brick house, Zaden has been pacing back and forth in the communal room, lips pinched, clutching his hip as he sweats profusely. His heartbeat hasn’t subsided. For the first time, he is extremely conflicted, that he doesn’t know what is his next step.
“What happen?” he asked, still pacing around to Xavier.
“I arrived at the elderly village after 2 days, meet Alpha Draven and Mother Ruth before meeting the elderlies. As expected, it took time for us to translate the printed-out manuscript. It took another day and it was not mentioned who killed Elisa or even a hint in the manuscript, just as Selena suspected. I was ready to wrap up and get out of there when Grandma Rose stopped me and asked why we have this single piece translated so many times. I slipped a word, just one bloody fucking word and it got us into this mess. I said we needed to find the killer of this lady and we need to double confirm whether it was Ozrain Samrat or not. That’s it, it got chaotic” Xavier took them back to the time.
“Who is the writer of this letter Xavier?” Grandma Rose asked.
“What connection does it have with Ozrain Samrat?” Grandpa Cesar added. Xavier stood there with agitation. He just realized he made a huge mistake.
“Talk, son” a deep husky voice came from behind. Xavier looked behind and Draven was there, a similar image of Zaden and similar mannerism, with his hands in his pocket. Xavier gulped air, blocking his windpipe, and refused to talk
“Fine, have it your way then” with that Draven linked his pack and they dragged Xavier by his arms, out of the house into an open field behind. Wooden handrails were planted in a circle–it’s a sparing ground. Draven’s trusty pack pushed him into the ground, where Zeus was already standing, sweaty and shirtless after a sparing, as Draven walked behind them with a smirk. Soon, at least a dozen of his fighters showed up at the ground, each attacking Xavier at their will. Xavier was not as weak as they thought. He put up an impressive fight but when more fighters showed up, he shifted to his wolf form, a dark blue, almost black with green eyes. He snarled at them and waited for their attack. They also shifted to wolves. Xavier tackled a wolf that pounced on him, biting the wolf’s leg and another at its rib. His paw slashed through countless wolf’s faces, leaving deep cut. He also had been cut and bitten, drowning his strength every minute. Eventually, after 15minutes of struggling, Xavier gave up and remained laid on the ground, drowsy and gasping for breath as all the other wolves had stopped and made a clear path for Draven to walk.
“Now, talk” Draven said. The pain on Xavier’s body was unbearable. The fighter wolves were clearly not trying to kill him. They were focused on injuring him, making him suffer in pain. Zeus walked to stand right next to him, stretched his feet, and flipped him to lay flat on his back. He then placed his foot on his throat, putting light pressure but it was enough to make Xavier cough. Zeus slowly increased a little bit more pressure, clogging Xavier’s windpipe, his eyes widened at the lack of oxygen
“Just a few more minutes, it will be over” he kept chanting to himself the whole time. But Draven and his fighters aren’t going to allow that to happen so easily. Finally, Xavier gave up and shifted back to his human form. Zeus removed his feet from his neck.
“Talk” Draven bend slightly. Xavier spoke through his coughs
“Selena… we have his daughter… the manuscript is written by… Elisa Mitkoi… we suspect that… Ozrain might have killed her” Xavier sat up, gasping for air
“Selena wanted me to cross-check,” Xavier said
“Is your alpha stupid? Why didn’t he call Ozrain and hand over his daughter? It would be a great benefit for our whole pack. We would be able to get the hell out of this place!!!” he exclaimed
“We didn’t let him too,” Xavier said low
“Selena is a pack member. Orion loves her. We can’t just hand her over to a killer” Xavier said, his palms were flat on the ground as it propped his body up. After a long pause
“Lock him up and close his mind-link,” Draven said as he walked away. The fighter helped him up
“No hard feelings, we obey our alpha just as much as you do,” one of those hunky fighters said to Xavier.
He then guided Xavier to an underground room. Xavier washed up, put on new clothes, and went to sleep. After a few hours, his wounds had recovered 50%. That night, Draven took the elderlies on a palanquin as they climbed the highest mountain peak. With the help of elderlies, they prayed to Moon Goddess so that their mind-link would reach Ozrain Samrat, The King of werewolves, where ever he is in this world. It worked, he got the information and moved towards Mountain Manuka. It took another day till he finally came. Draven took Xavier and his fighter to the first village, with the intention to wait for Ozrain there. They arrived at the same time that not much information was shared.
“Welcome Ozrain Samrat, we believe we have found your daughter, putting an end to your search,” Draven, buttering up to Ozrain.
“My daughter died in front of my eye, Draven,” he said coldly and Draven got confused
“No sir, she is your daughter. She even have Elisa Mitkoi’s letter.” Now that caught his attention. Xavier managed to slip away from the group and ran to the communal room. Ozrain didn’t waste much time as he motioned Draven to show the way and they came to Selena, taking her away.