13|| A Story Or History

13|| A Story Or History

“Your highness, are you sure we should go there?” Poppy stood in front of the royal library looking like we belonged anywhere else than there. The maids and servants that passed up didn’t even acknowledge us but this time instead of sneering and pretending I didn’t exist, they looked more fearful, like they didnt want to offend me which I was very comfortable about. But then I don’t have the chance to ask them what I needed to do to enter the library in the first place.

No matter how much I tried to find answers to my questions, of why I, a wolfless omega could be suffering from intense heat and why the voices in my head seemed like prophecies and not just dreams, I couldn’t get answers anywhere. Until Poppy who suggested I tried the Royal library.

“It’s the oldest library in the entire kingdom, Your Highness,” she was folding clothes when she turned to me. “Older than the King apparently. If whatever you’re looking for is real, it would be there. But…” She shook her head smiling like I wasn’t serious. “It belongs only to His Majesty and his closest advisors. Even other concubines don’t go near it.”

And the old me would have certainly not wanted anything to do with it. But I couldn’t help it, I wanted to understand why I was like this.

So the both of us stood awkwardly in front of the massive library doors not knowing where to go from here. Poppy was nervously scratching her head looking around in fear. “If someone catches us… if the king hears of this—”

I gave her a look. “Nobody will see us, no worries. I’ll be very fast, okay?”

Poppy nodded as I held her hand. “Okay. Your Highness, quickly go in. I’ll guard the door. If you hear me make a bird sound, it means run.”

She looked like she was about to cry so I tried to calm her down. “Poppy, stop being so scared! You’re making me scared too. I’m just going to check for a few minutes. If we get caught, it’s not like we’d be thrown in jail, right?”

The look she gave me said we probably would and my stomach did a backflip in response, but I shook my head and started walking towards the door.

I pushed it open and immediately the smell of old books and incense filled my nose. I looked around in total shock because it felt like I was walking into another world. There were thousand of shelves everywhere like a maze and as I walked I started to fear that I would get lost,

There were even books that were stacked long from floor to ceiling. I turned my head to look at them, careful not to bump into them and get myself in trouble.

What was I even looking for? Where would I even start?

Then the words of that voice rang in my head.

“A great war is coming. A great evil we have fought before. Time is running out. Remember me and renew our binding soul or all will be lost.”

“A binding contract…” I started making my way to the history section and grabbed a book opening it.

I had never heard of such a thing before, but the words on the page made me remember something that had happened to me long ago. When I was a child, I was very happy. Before I lost my brother and my mother died of heartache. Before my father started treating me as an enemy. My grandmother was still alive then and used to tell me a bedtime story l.

“Once, long before our packs were made into a kingdom, there was a wolf unlike any other. Born in the blood of the moon, cursed with a hunger that could never be satisfied. They called him Wonlock, the Devourer.”

My hands gripped on the book as the memories came down on me like a ton of blocks. My heart started beating fast as I felt a chill rush down my spine. Wonlock was a massive black wolf. The first pure Alphas of his kind. He was the master of the battlefield and he wasn’t just a wolf, he was the devil.

A creature that wanted not only to rule the packs, but to enslave them. He fed on their fear, and with every death, he only grew stronger. There were rumors that he hated the moon goddess and wanted more power and glory, that he even made a deal with hell to steal wolf’s power.

“The Devourer had burned villages and drowned rivers in blood. He was the only one that could take a man’s power for himself. He could turn a strong powerful wolf into a wolfless sack of nothing. But then, someone more powerful came to help…”

“Who came?” I remember asking her as a child.

“An enigma,” she whispered. “She wasn’t a wolf, or a man or even a god. She was blessed by the moon goddess and came down to fight Wonlock the devourer. They Fenrath for three nights and three days, and when the sun rose on the fourth day, the Devourer was gone.”

I used to laugh and ask where the savior went, and every time, my grandmother would only shake her head and say, “No one knows. Maybe they died. Maybe they sleep, waiting to be woken again.”

Back then, I thought it was just a story meant to keep children quiet at night. But staring at the words in the old book, I realized this wasn’t just a story. It was history. And the “binding contract” the book spoke of… it was tied to that war. To Wonlock. To the Enigma.

My hand trembled as I shut the book, wincing from the headache that was beginning to form in my head.

Hadn’t the voice in my dream said… “Wake me up”?

It did, but what does that have to do with me? The enigma was definitely not me, I didn’t have any power or strength to even save myself from my current situation, talk less of a Great War. And about my heat, was I going crazy and feeling things I’d never felt before?

What do I have to do with this terrifying story?

I started feeling the headache grow bigger and bigger and the book slipped in my hand and fell. I leaned into the shelf pressing my hand on my head and taking a deep breath till it reduced. It was when I tried to bend to grab the book that I felt it.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as a strange feeling of warmth pressed against me from the back. My body stiffened as I froze, still bent in the position.

There was an unmistakable feeling of a very tall and strong man pressed behind me. He’s so close, his lower body is pressed into the curve of my back.

My heart was pounding like a drum in my chest and I bit my lip turning slowly, I gasped at the sight of the man behind me.

He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my entire life. Every curve and part of his face looked like it was sculpted by the gods. His brows, to his cheekbone that looks sharp enough to cut glass. It was perfection… he was perfection. And his eyes…oh his eyes.

“…his majesty?”