CHAPTER 63 - WORGEN GUARDIANS

-THIRD PERSON'S POV-

"Bless me, Father, for I have sinned."

"Indeed, child." Dymian retorted in the confessional as he swiped the viewing slot to glare at her with his garnet-red eyes blazing. "You went against my wishes."

Angrily, he glared at her on the other side of the booth. Farrah gulped nervously and pried her gaze from him. He wasn’t wearing the ceremonial mitre hat today. Instead, he managed to let his short curly pearl-white hair fall over his forehead to cover his guardian mark of three small purple squares that formed triangular vertices.

"I had good reason. She was in my hands until another showed up." Farrah lowered her head in shame as she related the earlier events as a sacrament of penance.

The sun was still up when she entered the Renaissance chapel. Briskly she rushed through the nave and bypassed the waiting line of five people. With urgency, she entered the reconciliation room to report to Dymian.

Cruelly, she opened the door of the confessional and invaded the privacy of an old woman with a cane by dragging her out and pushing her from the room. Seff noticed what had transpired and proceeded over to calm the cursing senior. Subsequently, Farrah went inside the confessional and her actions riled the Abrasive Abner of the bogus priest.

They had to minimize the use of their debilitating powers to keep hidden in the meantime. The synagogue was a deliberate choice because, in the Middle Ages, fugitives could claim sanctuary in churches from the offered protection.

On the other hand, Farrah had not expected to miss the presented opportunity to capture Raina. She did not have a laundry list of sins like the regulars in the queue. The single failure was heavy with a lingering grief.

It crushed her mantle of pride when she examined her conscience. She had been monitoring the red wolf. Raina was right in her grasp. All she had to do was drain the red wolf and absorb enough so that her power would increase and the agenda could get moving.

"Naturally, the Alpha King Junior will protect his mate. Had he not been blessed with his two guardians, we would have already gotten the red wolf and achieved all our goals." Dymian reminded her, flatly.

"No, Dymian. Before Valen showed up, another woman who resembled us interfered." Farrah clarified.

Their eyes connected. His garnet-red orbs were mystified. He wondered why she stopped talking right there. The opposing four Worgen Guardians were not buried in the same place that they were. And they were all men.

Questioningly, Dymian narrowed his gaze on her for want of more information. "Another like us?"

"Yes. The bitch….."

He sent her scolding eyes and cut her off in exasperation, "Language Farrah. This is a church and while we are here we must do as the Romans do."

Farrah forgot that they had to blend him. These parts were a neutral area where mixed species lived. People were doing mass. Plus, other clergy and church folks were around.

"Sorry, Dymian," she apologized and asked worriedly, "Do you think that it could be her? Selene?"

"If she was a reincarnation of the moon goddess, wouldn't you easily recognize her?" He analyzed, since they carried the pure blood of the moon goddess. He sensed the panic in her radical heartbeat.

"History has shown that the moon goddess has taken different forms each time that she is reborn on earth." Farrah pointed out cautiously.

Dymian might have taken her as his lover, but it did not mean that she wanted to agitate him. His cruel side was quite monstrous.

"Then you of all people should be able to sense the deity in her. You are a part of her for god’s sake!" He gritted, with garnet eyes that could kill hundreds of people in its path.

Farrah defended, "That would be difficult if she was marked and mated. Besides, she can also cloak her true self. Dymian, you know this."

"She's marked?" Dymian sought confirmation. His eyes penetrated hers. It was hard to believe. Farrah nodded and he clenched his fists. He snarled a bit too loudly, "The fucking whore!"

The shortest strangling silence passed as he mastered his anger. The thought of Selene jumping from one mate to another because of the different eras of which she was reincarnated into, enraged him. Farrah was aware of his continued love for Selene. While she was his backup option. Quite desperate, actually.

Farrah's eyes widened that the same man who reprimanded her for cursing in the synagogue was the same man who had just uttered profanity. Sometimes leadership depicted double standards.

"Shh." She placed her forefinger over her shell-pink cupid bow lips to remind him that they had to keep a low profile.

Several murmurs erupted around them from the disgruntled confessors on the other side of the door. Pretending to be a part of the clergy had been so damn annoying. Oddly, the guardians were built for war.

Wearing that hot nun's gown was uncomfortable. Farrah believed that she was walking around looking like a penguin. Today, luck was on her side to be in normal clothes when she went on the mission to abduct Raina for a second time. It was a drastic adjustment from the corset and chemise dresses that she was accustomed to in her medieval lifestyle.

Dymian would be furious if Selene was reborn in this life. He despised mates. Even after years of being his lover, he wouldn't mark Farrah.

The moon goddess had been the second woman to reject Dymian’s affections after his human mate could not accept a shifter as her lifelong partner. He harbored a hatred for being shunned and discarded.

Centuries ago, all species were divided and Selene aimed to unite them all. Humans had a hunters association that strived to obliterate all supernatural beings. Therefore, Dymian's human fated-mate rejected him.

Selene gave him consolation in an affair they had and his broken heart healed. Until she ended up being mated to Phobos, another Worgen Guardian whom she abandoned Dymian for. Phobos died at the hands of Dymian and that’s when the others took sides.

From that day on, Dymian hated both humans and our creator. He no longer believed in the same dream that Selene had. He opposed her. They were the superior wolves because they were Worgen Guardians who were created from her own flesh to protect the werewolf realm.

They were the invincible nine. Lycans were below them. Then all the other werewolves followed. Without the guardians, Selene's dream would be difficult to achieve because she shared her essence with them. The line of the oxblood red wolf began in their era.

Witches were the strongest. They had no weakness except for over-exertion of their power. However, in a coven, they replenish strength from each other rather quickly. They could attack us from a distance using spells and elements, while shifters and vampires required close contact. And they were great in numbers, despite the amount of them that humans burnt at the stake. They made sure to breed like rabbits.

Vampires, those disgusting germs, were hellbent on wiping out werewolves. Similarly to wolves, they always kept in the shadows. It was an endless era of wars among species. And humans saw everything as a threat which was different.

Freaks of nature, they called them. Cursed. The damned. Spawns of the devil.

The mutiny against Selene divided the nine Worgen Guardians making it five against four. Even though Dymian’s group outnumbered them, Selene and the others managed to seal them away. It took a lot of power to break out of that prismatic Mallimbo Prison.

All thanks to the little red wolf. She freed us without knowing she had done it.

In this century, apparently, Selene has achieved her goal. They were surprised to find that peace was among the species. A Lycan shifter was the Alpha King, though he did not show his true heritage. Now they had incarcerated his youngest son.

With this freedom from the realm came the intent to ensure that their goal was achieved. Take over the werewolf kingdom. Eventually, they'll wipe out the vampires and later, witches. Their agenda was big, but they'd start with the easiest. Capture the red wolf and obliterate the Wolversons.

Nothing will obstruct their plans. The sacramental world as they knew it was about to be shaken, shattered, and sorrowful.

Dymian rubbed his right temple, thoughtfully annoyed, "How could it be Selene? She left this world centuries ago after she sealed us in the Oakven Realm. She got the false peace that she wanted. Her work was completed."

"Yeah, but we came back," Farrah highlighted a second point, refusing to hail any triumph to their deity. "And no one can truly attest when or where Selene died. If we came back to this era, why can't she?"

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