Chapter 19
POV: King Hades Pierce
“Your Majesty, the competition will start today.” Arlan seriously informed him as he gave the list of the packs, the Were Council, Prince Raven, and his other subordinates and other information of the said competition.
He was done letting his raging emotions at the Southern Side where hundreds of rogue bodies were already rotting in hell. He is now calmer and more composed.
He wouldn’t join the screening process, for he didn’t want to waste his time on such rubbish things well, he planned to attend… more important… things other than these.
He could imagine his wolf being disappointed at him as he felt it become restless and wanted to see and sniff more metallic blood again.
He wanted to sigh in frustration for he was covered with so much blood a few days ago but he wouldn’t do that, not in front of his second in command, who was still blindly trying to put himself in his plans.
Arlan watched him as he boringly flipped the pages of the paper, he just gave him. He could sense his growing nervousness and fear as he swallowed the lump in his throat.
The corner of his lips rose but instantly vanished as he clenched his jaw the moment, he read that one particular name written on that piece of paper. The wooden board where the paper was clipped was broken and the side of the papers crumpled for his intense hold making Arlan flinched a bit.
“Did the Were Elders’ Council already know their assigned positions?” His voice was dark and deep it signified danger and cruelty.
Arlan pressed his lips together as he tried to contain his anxiety and distress.
“N-not yet, My King. I wanted to get your approval, first.” He answered the King fretfully.
“Very well, then, assigned Elder Urticius in the Western Side, and do it in silence.”
He menacingly ordered and threw the broken wood board and crumpled papers back at him which Arlan instantly caught before it dropped to the floor.
He placed his elbow on the armrest of his throne and leaned his right cheek to his balled fist as he stared out at the huge window. He didn’t want to hear any questions or commentaries, which Arlan immediately understood his foul mood started to creep within him.
“I would immediately follow your order, Your Majesty. Is there anymore else you would want to add?” Arlan respectfully asked.
He just boringly raised and waved his hand dismissing him.
“I will be leaving for now, My King,” Arlan politely said as he turned around and moved towards the door.
He was about to take his second step when the King spoke.
“Who placed Elder Courdamus on the Western Pack?” King Hades menacingly asked.
Arlan’s mouth ajar trying to find the right words as he turned around and looked back at him, who was still looking out the glass window. He didn’t even give a glance at his second in command.
“I… Well, it was all arranged by Prince Raven, Your Majesty.” Arlan answered full of confusion and curiosity in his voice.
A deafening silence engulfed the entire room; that Arlan could sense the growing darkness in his whole being, making him tremble in fear which the King’s wolf find it very satisfying.
Arlan dismissed himself the second time around, and the moment he closed the door he let himself be consumed by his raging animalistic form ready to pounce on his mischievous brother.
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POV: Tamara Davis / Tyra Amaris
While Tamara, on the other hand, went to the Lunar Packs’ library so early in the morning. She was so amazed making her mouth wide open at that certain moment when she entered the room. The books were arranged like in the study room, from the floor to the ceiling but this one was far more enormous than the latter.
In the study room, there were built-in ladders on the side of each of the shelves to get the books she needed up to the ceiling. Unlike here, they were using wood ladders to get the needed books, most especially at the higher part of the shelf. It was better, though, because they could move it from one shelf to another.
She loved to read, and she was really fascinated it made her want to discover new things from the book itself.
There were ten wooden rectangular tables placed in the center of the room each had five wooden chairs with foam on it.
Some parts of the room that weren’t covered with bookshelves weren’t plain blank. There were hanging paintings which she found enticingly beautiful and created the entire room with a tranquil and classic vibe.
She was waiting now for Shahara, who asked her to wait for her here at the library. She was thankful that a servant had come with her and led the way. It was located on the fourth floor of the mansion. She hadn’t had a proper tour of the huge Lunar Pack mansion, yet so, she doesn’t have a tiny clue where it was.
Tamara toured around shelf by shelf. She was looking at possible books that she could read while waiting. She ardently wanted to spend her precious next few minutes reading.
She was about to move to the next shelf when a black with intricate golden linings book caught her attention.
~ The Royal Blood ~
Those words were embossed in gold making Tamara’s brow creased due to her growing curiosity. There was something inside her that was asking her to grab the book and read it and she did.
It was placed on the third shelf from the floor. It actually caught her attention, for it was not in line with the other books it was slightly protruding from the shelf.
The book’s cover was made of leather she was so astounded. It was a little bit heavier and bigger in size than a normal book.
Her fingers ran to each of the imprinted letters as she blew the dust that covered them. Her nose itch because of the bountiful dust, making her sneeze thrice before forcefully ridding her red nose. But that would not stop her from her plan on reading the book she became much more eager to read it. She went towards one of the tables and sat good thing, no one was around in the library.
Maybe Shahara didn’t want anyone to disturb them while she was lecturing her, she thought she just shrugged her shoulders for her wild guess. She excitedly flipped the page of the book as her heartbeat speeds up fast with so much anticipation.
~ Many years ago, one clan was chosen by the moon to be the Royal Blood, who were given the responsibility to lead the main six packs from the Northern, Western, and Eastern Sides. ~
Tamara’s forehead creased.
“Is this some kind of narrative story?” She inquisitively whispered to herself and continued reading it.
“Well, I would love to read stories, though. Maybe it’s worth trying.” She lowly said as she continued her reading spree.
~ The clan was the most powerful of all the other clans, for they were born with the pure blood of Lycanthropes the strongest, the unbeatable, and the highest form of werewolves. ~
Tamara’s nape shivers.
“Lycanthropes? Where did I hear that before?” She confusedly asked herself as she held her temple and gently massaged it. She was trying to organize her thoughts but still couldn’t remember where the heck she first heard that word. She just bit her lower lip of the abrupt frustration she felt and looked at the book.
~ Other werewolves, most especially the Cold-Blooded Pack, which was led by the Kersh Clan, consider the Lycans as Cursed Bloods. They made an alliance with the other packs as they ruined the name of the Royal Blood. ~
~ They made their own stories, and they made it look like blasphemy to the moon to be part of the Royal Bloods dependents. They made them believe that Royal Bloods were ballistic and more hostile, most especially during the full moon. That they could be consumed by their own animalistic form making them forget their own humanity and become merciless and evil. With that, half of the packs they led seceded to be part of the Royal Blood’s vassal. ~
~ Little did they know the real reason for the Cold-Blooded Pack for the war of the packs was that they had this hidden jealousy and heaping greed inside them. They wanted to be the ruler and not just a mere subordinate. They wanted the throne for themselves wanted to be declared as the most powerful and above all. At the new moon, they tried to attack Royal Blood’s castle. ~
~ But to no avail they couldn’t beat even one of the pure bloods; for they were blessed by the moon with great power, immeasurable strength, extreme agility, and endurance, as well as the prodigious mind. They started the chaos, and every member of the rebel pack who tried to assassinate the Royal Bloods died that night. ~
~ They didn’t even realize that they were the ones consumed by their own wolf forgetting their conscience and mortality. But the Royal Bloods weren’t as cruel and merciless as they thought they were. They gave a chance to the renounced packs to prove themselves and claim their rights to be part of their comrades. Unfortunately, being as magniloquent and belligerent wolves, they were they didn’t grab their chance of a peaceful living. They claim their lives instead of a humble surrender. They were too proud to accept their own defeat. ~
Tamara held her breath as her hand flew in front of her agape mouth.
What a terrible story this was she thought but she couldn’t stop reading it, for her curiosity was in the sky.
~ As many years passed by, the Royal Bloods had proven themselves, and that their territory was becoming the prime of all. They became the leading pack of all wolves borne. They were both respected and feared. Respected for the way they treated their comrades who belonged to their pack and feared for what they could do in just a blink of an eye. ~
~ But being part of the Royal Blood wasn’t as easy as it seems it was. Every member of their clan needed to pass the most perilous and cruel judgement and trial. They were given different and various situations for training and survival. For it was the price they must take for being a Lycan. ~
Tamara let out a deep sigh. She doesn’t know whether being a Lycan was a blessing or a curse just by reading the book. She felt the melancholic emotions and sympathy for whoever became part of their clan.
“That was really so sad.” She whispered as she stared at the shelf of books in front of her.
Their obligations and responsibilities were quite tough, yet before they became one they needed to take a death-defying circumstance just to prove themselves.
She felt a pint of pity and empathy towards them. She moved her gaze from the shelf back to the book she was reading.
~ Through the years, the Royal Bloods never faltered in being the greatest leaders of all the packs inside their territory. They continued doing countless virtuous things as the years passed making them sustained by the majority. ~
~ For now, Alpha King Reeve Pierce and Regina Hadia Pierce leave the throne to his eldest son, who managed to pass his hideous and momentous judgment and trial from the Southern Side. ~
Tamara’s eyes turned wide open as she realized what the heck she was reading. Her heartbeat jumped in shock and her knees wobbled with mixed emotions.
Royal Blood?
She held the book firmly from both sides as she read the last paragraph from the page, she was currently reading… again and again.
She was trying to grasp every word that was written making herself believe that she had just read it wrongly.
~ Alpha King Reeve Pierce and Regina Hadia Pierce ~
Her heartbeat pounded her chest, making it hard for her to breathe for a moment. Then she looked at the words once again still couldn’t believe it.
Pierce?!
The Royal Blood it was talking about was the Pierce Clan?!
She was reading the history about the Alpha King’s Hades Peirce’ clan!
The Alpha King of All Wolf Borne?!
She stared at the bookshelves in front of her as she couldn’t believe what she had just discovered.
Her mouth slightly open for the sudden information she found.
She held her chest as she tried to lessen the tinge of pain creeping within her entire system.