Still Valerie’s POV
“Damn!
This is bad!
I’m literally shaking in fear, Malia. Are you sure we can do this, are we ready for this?” I asked my wolf, but she wouldn’t say a word to me. I nearly scream in rage as she ignored me, sometimes she can be so damn annoying. I’m sure she would have responded so quickly if this question was being asked by Maverick or his wolf, Hunter. She makes it look like I’m the stupid one who doesn’t understand how the mating bond works.
Yeah, while that may be true, I still need to get her to listen to me and speak to me like she used to when it was just both of us. But she couldn’t care less about my feelings, she doesn’t even care if I’m jealous of her relationship with Hunter and Maverick. She still does everything to please and satisfy her mate, and when I get bored or scared and begin asking my many questions, all she would say to me is,
“You are stronger than you can ever imagine. You haven’t discovered all your abilities yet because you don’t let me come out. Trust yourself and follow the instructions from your Mom. The vision was clear, and her instructions are genuine. So I’ll suggest you get rid of your fears before you lose this war before it even begins.”
These are her usual response to my question. Now tell me how this abusive response of hers would be of help to me, I mean, how the fuck do I depend on my wolf when she is obviously bored with my questions. She is so confident that she can win this war, so whenever I’m being doubtful, it often gets on her nerves and she responds with a backlash to get me furious as well. I wonder what the moon goddess was thinking when she gave me such a stubborn, and unique wolf.
“It’s time guys, the truth is finally out. Get the guys ready, and end word to all my allies, tell them to get ready for war. Take more precautions, and keep all my secret safe houses ready for my arrival. I may move into any one of them, and I’ll need the guards to take cover in their respective positions. I want my safe houses ready to be secured and loaded. It doesn’t matter if I’m there or not, the guards should be heavily packed with weapons and I need you to run double shift for the guards. In fact, no one goes home until this war is over. We need to confuse our enemies and make them work hard to get my location. In time, King Gerald would locate all my safe houses, and when he does, I need him to sweat it before he pinpoints my exact location. When we gave heavy security guarding each safe house, it would be nearly impossible for him to find me.”
“Send a message across to my Beta, Leroy, and my parents. They have no idea what is going on, and they may not believe you. But I need them to be aware of the ongoing war. They know the drill, and even if they won’t understand what is going on, they still know our defense strategy, and they would still be useful in keeping everyone safe.
“What are you doing, and where the hell are we going?” I asked him when he took a turn that was leading us way out of town. He was on the phone since we left the garage and I haven’t been able to speak with him and tell him where we are supposed to be going. I think he has it all planned out from the beginning, but he needs to know that this is a fight that is way bigger than his rent-a-thug bodyguards that are mere humans. For all we know, they could all run off if the fights get too tough, and I don’t even know if they can be trusted or not. I could recall when he told me that he has a bunch of safe houses and bodyguards that are ready and waiting for the right time for him to use them. I don’t even want to mention his scientist and the many weapons he created for this war.
“Don’t start, Val. You can’t be asking me questions at this point when our lives and everything we are fighting for is in danger. I’m on the phone trying to put everything in order and get my guys ready. You just need to concentrate on hiding our tracks and disguising our aura so we don’t end up leading our enemies to our location by ourselves. Trust me, I’ve been planning this for some time now, I have it all figured out and I’ll make sure we get to a safe location.” He responded firmly. He did not let me respond, he went back to his phone and continued with his call that he put on hold all this while. I was about to get pissed at his snobby attitude and plain rude response, but I recalled that he has no idea about my vision, and I can’t lose my temper now because any little distraction could cause a surge of energy that could lead King Gerald right to us. Besides, I need to focus more on hiding our aura and tracks. As he said, that is the most important job right now.
“Hang up the phone, Mav, I need a few minutes to say something very important,” I told him in the calmest voice ever. He turned to look at me curiously, giving me a strange look. I know he is wondering what could be so important that I couldn’t say it out loud, or maybe he’s wondering if I’ve suddenly gone crazy for distracting him when he is making arrangements to save our lives. How do I explain to him that his allies may be spies, or his phone may be bugged. There are just many probabilities and possibilities that I just can’t work with, not when my life is at risk. I just don’t trust anyone right now and that’s it!
“come on Mav!
Listen to me already!
I wouldn’t be playing with our lives, would I?” I asked him impatiently, earning a glare for yelling at him. After a few minutes, he finally hung up his phone, promising to call back. Then he turned to me with a stern gaze, frowning deeply.
“Start talking!” he instructed me firmly. But I didn’t speak up immediately, I had to snatch his phone from his hand and take out the battery and sim card. I did the same with mine because I have to be sure that we don’t give away our location.
“Have you suddenly gone bunkers?
What the hell is wrong with you, what is going on in that little head of yours?” he asked angrily, looking at me like I’d suddenly gone mad or something. The fact that he doesn’t even believe in me is pissing me off, like, why would you doubt me at this critical moment, do I have a death wish or something?
“I’ve come this far with you, Mav. What makes you think I would risk our lives and the lives of everyone?
Do I look insane?” I asked him angrily, making him sober as he turned his head the other way, trying to calm his anger.
“I had a vision back there. Devon had can’t a spell on me to weaken me and make me more vulnerable, but she only succeeded in unlocking some hidden powers that I never knew existed within me. There are secrets buried deep in my subconscious, I always dream about them. It comes to me in bits and pieces whenever I close my eyes, I never knew they were secrets and guidelines that would end this war and break the curse upon us.
I never got to the end of this dream because I was too scared to see what would happen next, but after she cast that spell on me, I saw everything very clearly, and now I know what we need to do to end this war.” I explained calmly. This time he was more interested in what I had to say. He parked the car immediately and turned off the ignition before turning to me curiously.
“Come on, Val, don’t stop now. Keep talking already, tell me what you know, how do we stop this madness, how do we break this damn curse?” he asked impatiently, sounding so tense and curious.
“First, I need you to ditch your guards, they can’t follow us to where we are going, and you can’t trust anyone with our location because nobody knows that the ritual must be performed in that location. Even King Gerald and his many sorcerers do not know the magic in that old tomb, we need to be extremely careful at this point, and we can’t trust anyone, not even your guards and scientist.” I explained.
“You must be a joker, Val. Are you mad or something. How is that even possible, do you know how strong and unstoppable the lycans are?
King Gerald would be coming with reinforcements, he could have surrounded the entire city with his lycan warrior already. And you are suggesting we face him alone in an old tomb?
If that is the vision you had, then I’m pretty sure that you are terribly mistaken. We would never make it alive, we would be torn to shreds. If the moon goddess wants us dead, she could have just said so already. Why send us to an old tomb, what will we achieve if we lose our lives in the cemetery?” he scoffed, sounding displeased.
“No, Mav, It’s not a cemetery. The tomb is not in the cemetery, it’s in the basement in the pack house.” I told him.
“The secret basement in the packhouse where my ancestors are buried?
Are you fucking kidding me?” he yelled angrily, pulling his hand through his hair in frustration.
“I hate hearing you speak this way, you doubt my powers and it’s weighing down on me. I need assurance that you are with me on this, I need you to believe that we are on the right path. I may be the last healer, and I may possess magic that I cannot even comprehend, but the fact remains that we are bonded by the moon goddess, and I’m nothing without you. I need you to trust me as much as I trust you. I need you to forget about your previous plans and let us bond with our wolves and let them guide us.
We could perform the ritual and still get it wrong if we make any mistakes. The spell can only work if we connect to our wolves and align with their thoughts and beliefs. There is no room for negativity, Mav, so you have to lose the attitude, right now!” I explained, still trying to reason with him. Honestly, I have no idea why I’m still so calm when a few minutes ago, I was about to lash out at him. I guess Malia didn’t abandon me as I thought. She is still working so hard to hide our scents and tracks, and at the same time trying to get me to stay calm.
“No, Val. I think you need help from a witch because you have no idea what you are saying.” He let out angrily.
“No, Mav, I’m not joking. I know exactly what I saw, and now that I think about it, I think I know the reasons why we need to perform the ritual in the basement. That very building wasn’t a packhouse in the past, remember?”
“Yeah, I know our history very well, you don’t need to remind me about it. I’m the Alpha, remember?” he retorted furiously. I saw the vein on his forehead pop out and he was grinding his teeth in anger as well. I guess he hates thinking about the disgrace and shame his family faced when they were thrown out of the city…