Chapter Five: There is a Spy in My Room.

    "Did you just say a thousand gold pieces?" Pamela wanted to be sure of what she had heard. She could not believe that a girl as young as Helia could have such an amount of money. Who was the girl before her? Pamela suspected that she was no ordinary werewolf. Was she even a werewolf? It was hard to detect but Pamela noticed how much she radiated an aura similar to that of royalty. It was so obvious from the way she spoke and walked.

    "You heard me right. I'd give you a thousand gold pieces. All you need to do is hand over your clothes to me and speak of this to no one."

    "Who are you?"

    "You've surely heard of me from folklores told in Wulfe. Anyways, knowing my identity is of less importance to you. What is more important is you giving me your uniform."

    "I want your gold but the reason behind paying such an amount for the uniform of a maid is what baffles me."

    "It is not your cup of tea and I do not have much time to waste." Helia was visibly pissed. She was running out of time.

    "Very well then," Pamela sighed. "You can have my clothes."

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    Helia walked about the Alpha's court as she tried to figure out where Rendall might be. Helia sighed in frustration.

    "Why am I doing this?" She asked herself. She wondered why she wanted to see Rendall badly. She had planned to avoid him so why was she here?

    "I'm going back to Khron," she muttered. "This was a foolish idea."

    "Hey," a voice called out as she headed towards the exit. Helia turned to see a short, chubby woman.

    "Why are you lazing around when there is much work to do?" The woman paused and eyed her for a while. "And what's with the aura?"

    "Aura?" Helia was lost.

    "To the kitchen," the chubby woman commanded and Helia just looked at her without moving an inch. She had no idea where the kitchen was.

    "I said to the kitchen," the woman said sternly. She was getting annoyed. Helia began to move away not knowing where she was heading to. 

    "Do you not know where the kitchen is?" The chubby woman was infuriated. Helia switched to another direction. She took slow steps and since the chubby woman was no longer complaining, she assumed that it was the right direction and she hastened her steps.

    The chubby woman watched as she walked away. She was baffled at how a maid could have an aura like that of royalty. Her aura was not the only baffling thing. She was too beautiful to be a maid. The maid was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen and she wondered why she had not noticed her before now.

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    Helia felt someone grip her hand. She turned to look at who it was. It was the chubby woman.

    "Why do you still loiter around?" The chubby woman gave Helia a look of disapproval.

    "Give it to her." The chubby woman gestured to the guard who was standing beside her to give Helia the tray of food he was holding. The chubby woman turned to look at Helia.

    "The food is for the heir of Wulfe," she said and Helia's face lit up. "The guard will take you to where he is imprisoned."

    The dying hope of seeing Rendall was now revived. She followed the guard to where Rendall was. The prison Rendall was in was luxurious. She was not surprised. Rendall was royalty after all. The only thing that made this a prison was that he had no freedom of movement. He could not leave the room since its doors and windows were locked and heavily guarded.

    The guard at the entrance of the room made way for them to get in and when they went in, facing them was Rendall's back.

    "Your highness, your food is ready," the guard that accompanied Helia announced.

    "I'm not hungry," Rendall said coldly.

    "You have to eat," the guard said and an angry Rendall turned to face them.

    "And who are you to tell..." His voice trailed off when he made eye contact with the maid holding the tray of food. His hard gaze softened.

    Those amber eyes were very much familiar. His thoughts wandered back to the forest where his blue eyes had met the same pair of eyes. What he felt at that moment was similar to what he was feeling now. He observed her for a while. Her features were the same as the human form of the werelioness he had met earlier. The only difference was the hair and eye color. Well, she must of dyed her hair blonde and must have used eye contact. He smirked. Did she think he would still not recognize her?

    "You came to see how I was doing? Are you missing me already?" He said to Helia.

    The guard was confused and shivers went down Helia's spine.

    "W...what do you mean?" Helia stuttered. She was nervous.

    "Helia," he called out. " You're Helia."

    "He... Helia?" The guard looked at Rendall, puzzled at what he was saying.

    "Leave," Rendall commanded and he left. Helia was now very much uncomfortable. Rendall turned to her.

    "Helia, why are you here?"

    Helia froze. She could not let him know she was the one. She was in the territory of the werewolves and if they found out, she would be dead meat. Rendall might hand her over to his people. Well, deep down, she felt he could not do such but she was not going to take chances. However, she could not let Rendall think that she cared about him so much to have visited so she planned on sticking to not letting Rendall know who she was.

    "I do not know the Helia you speak of. All I know is that I am a werewolf and my name is Helena," Helia said without flinching. She did not take her eyes off his even for once as she spoke. Rendall snickered.

    "The only person I know of that can talk to me as boldly as you just did aside from my parents and probably Montague is Helia."

    Rendall watched as she flinched and he smirked.

    "And," he continued. "I did not ask if you were a werewolf. Why did you deem it necessary to tell me that you're a werewolf? By the way, every single person present in Wulfe is a werewolf." He looked at her teasingly. "Right?"

    She nodded.

    "Except you of course," he laughed. "You're Helia and the Helia I know, is no werewolf."

    "Pathetic! Being locked up must have made you delirious," she was annoyed. "I'll drop your food and take my leave."

    There was a hint of authority in the way she spoke. The same authority he had seen in the werelioness he had seen earlier. An authority that was almost impossible for a maid to possess. Rendall knew this and he smirked. Even if he was blindfolded, he would know she was Helia.

    "Pathetic?" Rendall began to laugh. "Helena guess what, the werelioness I had met at the forest earlier had told me the same thing."

    He said the Helena in a way that suggested that he was mocking her. He stood up from his bed and went over to her. He collected the tray of food from her and dropped it on the table beside his bed and drew closer to her so that his mouth was now close to her ears. She found it very difficult to breathe as she became aware of how close he was.

    "If you don't confess now that you're Helia," she felt a tingling sensation wash over her body as he spoke. "I'd shout and draw the attention of everyone and when they arrive, I'll tell them that you're a werelion sent by your people to spy on the werewolves. In fact, I will tell them who you truly are."

    Helia's eyes widened in terror.

    "What if I'm not Helia?"

    "There's a spy in my room," Rendall yelled and she gasped.