Death III

Death III

Third Person’s POV

The moonless night allowed the darkness to deepen, and even shadows could not be seen to the scattered soldiers of the Royal Ark Clan that are now cleaning up the breathless bodies of the clansmen of the Blood Wolves clan.

Each cold body of the children, women, elderly and the warriors are piled up like small hills at the central square where Priestess Eva’s body lays.

The trail of blood and the burnt down buildings around the central square added to the gloom of the darkest night that have ever happened to the peaceful-loving Blood Wolves clan.

The sounds of bodies scraping the ground seems more prominent as the blessed land quieted down with the last bouts of killings to those member of the Blood Wolves clan that have managed to escape to the edge of their lands but were unable to leave due to their intense loyalty.

Soran curled down on the rough ground of the dark tunnel as he tried to clutch at the soil with his already mangled hands. The honest-looking man is now wearing a twisted expression full of frustration and grief.

After knowing that their lady Asha pushed him down the tunnel without a word, Soran did not stop to think of the reason as he tried to go back out to forcefully carry Asha to escape, but he could not even move from his current position as if his entire body is glued to the ground.

Asha Blood as the hailed next priestess of the Blood Wolves clan is also a special existence in her own right even without the golden drop of blood from the Moon goddess.

The land of the Wolves is a wondrous land that is full of mystery. And the development of the werewolves since the first creations is full of change and evolution.

There are werewolves that managed to awaken a special aspect of their physique that allows them to have a unique standing in their clans or kingdoms.

Some exaggerated abilities might be from the distortion of rumors, but there are really werewolves that are cut above the rest. And some of them are even recorded in the historical scripts of each of the clan and forces that they came from.

Asha Blood is an example of such an individual. She was born under the full bloodied moon, and she found out her own uniqueness through an accident when she was just six years old.

The little Asha was a handful, and she likes to climb trees followed by the little Soran.

Scratching her arm on the sharp branch of the tree that instantly drew blood, Asha stumbled and when she was about to fall from the two meter high tree, the feeling of weightlessness assaulted her little body as the blood that is flowing from her small wound attached itself on the trunk of the tree as if it could perceive her current crisis.

Blood manipulation, that is what Priestess Eva called Asha’s special ability, and it is an ability that have never appeared in the ancestors of the Blood Wolves clan which set an unprecedented wave on the clan leader and the main family.

After all, most of the awakened special abilities of the chosen werewolves were entirely passed down from the time of their ancestors which allowed the slim chance of such special abilities to land on their descendants.

But they understood that it could not be known to even their trusted partner, so it might be the only secret of the Blood Wolves clan that is unknown to the Royal Ark Clan.

Soran is one of the few that is aware of Asha’s ability, and seeing his own blood that is tightly caging him to the ground, a silent roar of despair rumbled through his heart.

Asha did not want Soran to die, but she did not know that her action of going back alone to die is also a way to swallow the latter’s only hope of living.

After all, Soran has been living his life as Asha’ personal servant and guard since was young, and as an orphan from one of the side branches of the clan, Soran only felt the warmth and care of a relative from Asha’s family.

How can he live the following days if he is unable to ensure Asha’s safety? And how can he go to the afterlife peacefully to face Asha’s parents, brothers and relatives if he failed to protect her at the only time that he needed to do so?

Soran felt suffocated at his chaotic thoughts, and the tight binding force of his own blood slowly pushed him to unconsciousness.

And in the grassy slope, Princess Regina is currently wrapping her arm with a clean white cloth to stop the bleeding as her ferocious face turned to the struggling Asha a few meters away.

She did not think that the weak and fragile-looking Asha would suddenly go crazy enough to wound her. A surging feeling of humiliation pressed down on Princess Regina’s chest as she gritted her teeth with extreme hate leaking out of her entire body.

Princess Regina wants Asha to die by a thousand cuts. After all, Princess Regina never imagined herself being wounded by a trash like Asha that does not have her own wolf form. It feels so shameful that she wants to torture Asha to death.

The Blood Wolves clan and the Royal Ark clan has been existing peacefully since their first ancestors, and the fact of every Priestess of the Blood Wolves clan is devoid of their own wolf form which in turn makes them unable to find a mate in their lifetime is not a secret to Princess Regina.

In Selestine, finding a mate through their soul connection is the purest and greatest treasure that any werewolf could ask for. But, finding a mate is also the hardest thing to do in the vast lands of Selestine. And even with the low chances of finding a mate, Princess Regina could only laugh mockingly at the zero chances of all of the Priestess of the Blood Wolves clan.

They could not even have the chance to find one because they do not even have their own wolf form.

Such a life, even the ruthless Princess Regina feels that they are pitiful. Of course, all of this pity evaporated into thin air as soon as she saw their ravishing faces that could throw her own beautiful face in the mud.

Princess Regina drew out a sneer as she thought of the pitiful life of Priestess Eva and Asha.

She walked closer to Asha, and looked down on the latter’s struggling appearance of trying hard to breath back the life that is living her body.

“Such a pitiful life…wouldn’t it be better to just go die and never reincarnate?”

Princess Regina softly uttered as she crouched down to whisper a few words on Asha’s ears while smiling devilishly.

Asha’s dark pupils fluctuated like a stormy wave as she tried to let out a sound, but the slender white hand of Princess Regina ruthlessly grasped her throat as a crisp sound of breaking bones sounded in the surroundings.