She's Still Alive

Alejandra's POV

Ramia and I met at the back gate. It was a place that had never been touched by the warriors or almost any of the members. Ramia had worked as a servant for quite a long time. In fact, she had been doing so since she was a child. Her father and mother were pure omegas who would never reach a higher level, not only because of their lineage, but also because of their abilities.

Ramia adjusted my cloak and hood before motioning for me to follow her. Passing through a small door, we were immediately faced with a view of the forest that instantly brought my memories back to that time. Six months ago. The time when that tragic event befell Alexis.

My breath quickened. I grabbed the wall beside me to steady myself and almost fell, but Ramia quickly caught me and helped me back to my feet.

"Are you okay, Miss?" Ramia asked, and I just nodded. I didn't know what was happening to me.

Even in front of the judges, cheered on by the members, even receiving the worst verdict, it didn't make me this fragile. So, what was happening to me now?

"Let's continue our journey. I don't want Kyle to come back and find me not in the room," I replied, then forced myself to walk while holding on to Ramia.

Our journey was quite long. Ramia repeatedly asked if I was still able to walk, and the answer was obvious. Whatever it took, if it could prove my innocence, I would do it with all my heart.

We arrived at the edge of the forest. There was a path there. It wasn't urban like where we lived, but looked more traditional and ancient. I wasn't sure if it was just the road that looked old or if the location was indeed a rural area. What was clear was that I felt a different aura there.

"Don't worry, miss. We're not at the pack's border," said Ramia with a calm face.

I could trust her, right? Wouldn't she lie to me?

"Then where are we?"

Ramia looked around, then moved a little closer to me to whisper something. "We're in the witch's territory."

"What?" I took a few steps back from Ramia. However, her expression didn't suggest that she would do anything bad to me. "Aren't witches our sworn enemies?"

Ramia shook her head. "Not like that, miss. That's just what the old folks say. The truth is, we still need psychics to teach us some science and medicine. And the person I want to show you is one of the witches who has advanced knowledge."

"Are you sure we'll be okay?" I asked, beginning to have doubts.

"I promise," she replied.

It wasn't that I lacked courage. I was never afraid of anything, but not with Kyle's treatment. Even without disobeying orders, I had already endured endless torment from him. I couldn't imagine what he would do to me if he found out I had violated the territorial boundaries.

Although Ramia said that the wolves' hatred of witches was the result of incitement, in reality she didn't dare to say it openly, which meant that the conflict still existed.

After walking for about an hour, we arrived at a village. My steps faltered. This was the first time I had set foot in a place I shouldn't have visited.

Even though it was to find out the truth about Alexis' death, coming to this place could mean facing death.

"Come on, Miss. We'll be there soon," said Ramia, then continued walking with me following behind her.

An old castle stood firmly in front of us. I swallowed hard when I saw the exterior of the place that Ramia said was the residence of the person we were going to meet.

"Is she a witch?" I asked, and Ramia nodded. "Not a vampire, right? Her house is terrible."

"This place used to belong to the bloodsuckers before the massacre by our race. Our elders then gave it up as a place of refuge for witches. That's why I said we'll be fine," she replied. "Come on, Miss. He must be waiting inside."

I followed Ramia's footsteps inside the building, whose door opened automatically as if it had known of our arrival all along.

In a dimly lit room sat an athletic man who I guessed was about the same age as my father, or younger. His head, which had been bowed, looked up when he heard our footsteps.

"Are you Alejandra Quinn?" the man asked, and I nodded, unable to speak. I was never afraid of anything, but this time, I don't know what happened.

"How did you know my name?" I turned to Ramia. "Did you tell him?" Ramia shook her head.

"What don't I know? Not only do I know every little thing about you, I know everything in this world."

The man stood up, walked closer to me and Ramia, who looked calm. He stroked my head, then pulled out several strands of my hair.

"Ouch!" I cried softly while rubbing my head. He didn't seem to care and walked back to where he had been standing before, not far from a large pot that contained who knows what.

He put my hair in it, then sprinkled something strange, spread colored liquid, and other ingredients. He raised his hand, pointed it at the large pot, and a sparkling light appeared from inside it. He waved his hand as a signal for me to go to him.

I was about to step forward, but hesitated, so I pulled Ramia's hand to come with me.

"There's nothing there," said the man, pointing to the large furnace where an image appeared on a large circular screen, showing the situation at the lake where Lexy and I were attacked. "Her spirit is not there."

"Maybe somewhere else," I said. "Check again. What if you look for it at the border or where the rogues are?"

The man turned to me and narrowed his eyes. "Are you order me?"

"No. I'm just—"

"Do you know the rules of death according to your race?" I shook my head. "If it was murder, the spirit will remain there. It's impossible for her to go far because she'll definitely be waiting for you to tell her how she died."

I sighed heavily. If that was the case, what did he mean?

"...if you really weren't the murderer," added the man.

"What do you mean?" I asked, staring at him intently. "You know clearly about my twin sister's death? If so, why would you say something like that when I'm not the murderer!"

I turned to Ramia. "Let's go, Ramia. I shouldn't waste my time with a liar who dares to accuse me. Pretending to be a psychic, but he's just a fraud!"

"Miss..." Ramia looked frightened.

"Why? Are you afraid of him?"

"No... you just misunderstand him. He hasn't finished saying everything," said Ramia, as if she knew the man's habits.

Does she often come to this place, so that she knows the deceiver who has accused me carelessly? ?

"She's right, Miss Hothead. Or... should I call you by your new name? Luna Alejandra... if that's true. However, if what I suspect is true, it seems..."

The man didn't finish his sentence, which made me lose my patience and pull Ramia's hand to leave. I would never set foot in that place full of lies again.

He said he knew everything about the world and its contents. Was he the Moon God?

"She's not dead," said the man, causing me to stop in my tracks. I stood there for a long time, not knowing what to do. The man's words were like thousands of arrows shooting through my chest. "Yeah, you heard right, Ale. Your twin sister is still alive and she's somewhere right now. She's fine."

No-fucking-way!