Chapter 60
POV: King Hades Pierce
He had almost lost himself. He had almost lost his light. He had almost lost everything.
If not for Tamara, who had felt his rage beyond himself he would surely be eaten by his eternal inhumanity.
He mentally let out a deep sigh.
She had woken up because of it. She had rescued him… again.
King Hades firmly closed his eyes as he leaned against his golden throne thinking of Tamara and her words before he left her at the infirmary and faced the things that he needed to do.
‘Anger is also part of your animalistic side’s tricks, Hades. Because it would blind you to what is right and just. It will fuel your mind to think negatively. Until nothing was left but the anger that you let in you. Because once you let it creep into your system, it would dominate everything of you. It will control you without you knowing. Don’t let it happen, Hades. Please, Hades. You must try hard to control it. And if you felt that anger slowly creeping into you, again. Please bear me in your mind. Please remember that you are not alone and that I am here with you.’
He felt his heart clenched inside him. It was throbbing in pain for both gratitude and foreign emotions that he couldn’t exactly comprehend.
Those were Tamara’s words at him, the moment she opened her eyes and saw him in her room.
After she fell that day, he was so afraid that he would lose her… again.
But Dreyson assured her that Tamara was fine. He didn’t see that other salutary wolf. He might be in another room because of what he did. He didn’t care anyway.
Tamara was getting better every day. It was her second day and her improvements seemed promising. Even Elder Zeparu couldn’t believe how fast she had recovered after everything that had happened.
Given the fact that the arrow had almost hit her heart and the blood that she lost. It was the moon goddess’ miracle that saved her once again.
“Your Majesty, I have already arranged everything for your departure.” Arlan brought him back to reality as he heard his deep voice.
He gave him a knowing look as he let out a sigh.
Raven was still unconscious because of what he instinctively did to him. But his plans should still move forward because the enemies were still on the loose, and he wanted to end this as soon as possible.
He wanted to be with Tamara once and for all.
King Hades unconsciously clenched his fists until his knuckles had already turned paperwhite.
Now, Arlan had discovered something was happening at the eastern part of the South Side. He firmly tightened his jaw as he remembered that he had set sentinels and hunters to guard that post, but they had recently discovered that something was already happening there.
He had tasked them with that because it was the part of the South Side closest to the Darkwoods. Now, this happened. And he had this tiny hint of the possible things that they were trying to do.
The corner of his lips rose as he felt his intensifying fury inside him. But he was truly trying hard to control it and not let it control him.
King Hades let out a deep sigh as he stood up.
“Make sure that everything is settled, then.” He lowly warned him as he saw Arlan swallow hard.
“Y-Yes, Your Majesty.” He nervously replied.
It was a discreet task for him to do, but he must be careful. He needed to know what was happening there.
The corner of his lips rose as he felt his second in command’s growing fear. He was too focused with everything that might be happening on the South Side that he ignored the faintest scent from someone secretly hiding in the darkness of the room.
Because little did he know, the man hiding in the curtain, had covered his scent through a potion that the enemies had perfectly invented. He was watching them intently and had heard what they had been talking about.
He instantly went towards his true master as he held the news to them.
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POV: Someone
“Make sure to tell me relevant things about the king, this time.” Lamina annoyingly threatened the man wearing all-black clothes and a black hooded overall.
He menacingly smirked ignoring the pack’s Luna’s devious warning. But Lamina was just too engrossed with the papers in front of her and how to get hold of the alliance that she had built for the plans she had.
She had done everything to get to where she was now. She wouldn’t allow anything to be ruined. Not now that Aeron had almost completed his experiments.
“The king is on his way towards the South Side where everything is experimented and stored.”
Those words were enough for Lamina’s eyes to widen and his mouth to agape in both shock and anxiousness.
“What the f*ck! How did he discover that?! Darn it!” She furiously spat as she frantically called the beta of her pack.
“Merelos!” She angrily yelled as Merelos immediately went inside her office.
The man instantly covered his face and just shrugged his shoulders as he took his way out of the room ignoring the curious stares that the beta was throwing at him.
“Are you listening to me, Merelos?!” Lamina annoyingly shrieked at her beta before the unknown man walked past the door of the room.
He didn’t wait for her orders anymore because he knew that the Darkwoods would definitely do their best to hid everything that they’ve been working hard for for the decades that passed.
He bit his lower lip until he could feel it bleed ignoring the other wounds that weren’t healed yet.
The intensifying conscience and the pint of regret creeping into his system for what he was doing was something that he couldn’t stop and ignore unlike his physical wounds.
He knew that he had a choice.
And this was the choice that he made a long time ago.
A choice that no matter what he couldn’t undo anymore.
Because the damage that it created couldn’t be undone anymore.
He firmly closed his eyes as he clenched both his fists.
He had hoped that if he would just be born differently not in that clan that had indebted to Lamina’s family, he would totally refuse everything that she asked him to do. But it had already marked his life, and no matter how much he tried to walk past it, no matter how much he tried to run away from it, he just couldn’t.
Because fate would always bring him back to it no matter what happened.
Because it was already being written in his own fate.
A very solitary and tragic fate.
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POV: Someone in the Woods
Meanwhile, at the far part of the forest where no one had ever crossed with. A woman with long jet-black hair and deep purple eyes was facing her own altar.
Three white candles were lit in front of it, but the moment her purple tinted lips started to chant her prayer the candles began to turn a mix of black and bloody red.
Her hands slightly trembled at the mere sight of it. It was simply an omen to foresee some kind of situation that might happen if and only if it wouldn’t be stopped.
But how could she be able to stop it now?
She let out a worried sigh as she closed her eyes. Her hair began to change its color where every strand of it turned white with golden dust.
Her soul felt like it was trying to leave her body. And her mind was spinning like a fast speedy wheel that she wanted to puke because of it.
But she must endure the various emotions, the pain, the exhaustion for she needed to see what the moon goddess wanted her to see and the message that she wanted to convey.
Bullets of sweat were already accruing on her forehead.
As her lips began to let out the words in her deep and sensual voice.
‘Pain’
She groaned in pain as she felt her heart beating swiftly like it wanted to break through away from her.
‘Betrayal’
Her body uncontrollably shook as she felt her lips quiver. It was too much that she let out a deep inhale almost choking her.
‘Eternal’
Then, she felt like something had pushed her hard, that she fell into the ground. Her head almost hit the ground if she wasn’t careful enough to put some pillows around her whenever she prayed with the moon goddess.
She held her chest as tears started to flow from her eyes which she didn’t even know that she was already crying. She felt her tears slowly dripping into her hand and she instantly wiped her tears away.
For until that very moment, she could still feel how painful the brief scenes that suddenly flashed in her mind. She could still feel the agony of being betrayed as well as the melancholy that it held.
But what was more intriguing was what was the eternal meant?
She couldn’t foresee what it would be playing for.
She couldn’t pinpoint whether it was eternal light or love or was eternal darkness and doomed.
She could feel the shiver creeping up her spine. She was hoping for the first one and not the latter.
The woman let out a defeated sigh as she went to her small dresser to fill up her small bag with her clothes and other necessities.
She didn’t want to leave her house, but the moon goddess had ordered her to be prepared. And she knew it had something that would change her life forever.
Because someone who was able to take a glimpse of fate couldn’t be distinguished as a gift or a curse.
And it was etched into her blood her entire being that she just couldn’t rebuke because one she tried to, it just made her suffer more.
And even now, that she had embraced it and accepted that it was already her fate, she had been able to help other people. One thing that made her think that this was her gift.
And she must help them.
She must, to be able to live and finally set herself in the moon goddess’ mercy.
The woman closed her eyes once again as she tried to compose herself.