“Why on earth will I help you after everything you have done?” Aaron snarled, “I do not even consider you a friend, much less an ally, and so you have no right to ask me for anything!”
Viktor nodded, not denying any of the words he just told him. “You are right, but I need your help still, and if you help me, maybe, just maybe, you won’t end up like me one day,” he said, struggling to get up.
“Is that a threat?” Aaron demanded, his grip on control thin.
“What’s the noise going on for?” Damor asked from far back, and they all paused and turned to him. “Isn’t it too early for this much noise? I was soundly sleeping, but I couldn’t drown out your voices and enjoy my morning sleep. Someone tell me what’s going on and why many are out of their quarters.”
They all remained silent, as those who could speak didn’t have the right to, and those with the right didn’t want to. He grunted and walked closer to where they stood, and his eyes met Viktor.
He blinked immediately before asking. “What is he doing here?”
“We are yet to find out,” Aaron answered.
A smirk curled its way over his face, and he kept walking towards them. “Well, will you look at that? Fate brought you my way, after all.”
He stopped walking when he got to Viktor, who was barely standing. “Do you remember me?”
“Yes, I do; you’re the Alpha brother, Damor.”
“Wrong, I am a dog,” he said, and before Viktor knew what was going on, Damor head-butted him so hard that he lost his balance and fell to the ground again.
When he raised his head back up, there was a deep cut on his forehead, and blood ran down his face.
Despite the disapproving look on Aaron’s face, he didn’t scold Damor for what he just did. “Are you okay now?” Aaron asked.
“I’m much better, thank you.” Damor responded.
“Zera,” she heard Davine’s voice call her name, and she turned around and found him not so far away, watching what was happening closely.
He approached soon after, only stopping when he got to where she was.
“Davine, this is-” She began but didn’t get to finish because Davine cut in.
“I know who he is. He is Viktor, the alpha of the Crimson Moon pack, the one who sent those that attacked me yesterday.”
“He didn’t come here for you.” She added.
“I know that,” he replied, stepping towards him.
Zera put her hand out to stop him from taking the step that might land him in danger. “I don’t think you should do that,” she warned.
He smiled. “He isn’t here to kill me, Zera, so I am not afraid of him.”
She withdrew her hand, and he stepped further towards Viktor.
“I am sorry for what I did,” Viktor said remorsefully as he stared at Davine.
“I know.” He answered and took Viktor’s hand in his. Everything stood still, and it felt surreal, but right before their eyes, Viktor’s bruises healed up, and once that was done, Davine released his hand.
“What I did yesterday, I did out of desperation-the desperation of preserving my pack,” he said, and a painful tear slid down Viktor’s face, and he didn’t move to wipe it off. “I have lost everything.”
“She wasn’t responsible, though; she never killed anyone.” Davine said in her defence.
“I realised she hadn’t after my men made it back to the Pack estate and told me what had happened. A real killer would have never left even one alive if she had the opportunity to kill. Sadly, I still lost everything to an attack on my pack. I would have lost my life as well if Kol hadn’t dragged me away. I watched my pack estate burn to the ground, and those whom I care about fought and then lost their lives,” he said, and his voice was filled with pain and agony. “Their first attack was the wise ones; without them, they knew the packs would be vulnerable and open to attack. With the division their attack brought, they capitalised on it and waited until it was time to strike.” He turned to Aaron and said, “They had hoped that by leaving your wise one alive, the pack would hunt down and kill the only sage we knew and make their work lessened. They almost succeeded, but we weren’t fast enough for them. They are coming for every one of us; they will not stop until they have us all under subjection.”
“Who are those coming for us all?” Aaron demanded, and a frown settled on his face.
“The sages.”
At his words, Zera remembered the words Mercedes Lane had told her over two months ago at the Hart company’s anniversary. “What will kill you is your very own.”
“I saw them; they were not one or two, but four of them. They took us out as if we were nothing-all seventy-four of us. We were like the very dust under their feet, and they trampled us under foot until those still alive fled,” he explained, and those standing around made sounds triggered by fear.
“They will come for you soon, and you might not believe me, but everything I say is the truth, and it will be too late before you know it.” He said, looking around at everyone standing around.
“I am sorry for the loss of your pack and family, but we are not going to run away if that is what you came here to tell us.” Aaron said, sounding not so happy.
“I am not asking you to. I am asking you to stand and think; we still don’t know who is up to this and who is behind the death and annihilation. They are out there, and these sages are their puppets of war and havoc,” he said. “The Dominio pack still has the wise one, and you still have your sage; you stand a better chance in battle than we ever did. They’re coming for everyone, and though the dominion pack might stand a chance, with their numbers, it will only take a little longer to kill you.”
What do you think of Viktor and the news he brought? I’d like to hear from you.