Lahat ng Kabanata ng Memories of a wolf: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

11 "This man...when can I meet him?" He inhaled sharply. "Tomorrow. Although I remain unsure... He's remarkably stubborn, yet he finds your instincts intriguing." "Instincts?" I inquired. While Chance's demeanor appeared open, it left numerous questions swirling in my mind. He spoke freely but provided minimal explanation. Perhaps it wasn't intentional; it might have slipped his mind. What truly mattered was effective communication regarding the subject at hand. "You detected the impending attack long before anyone else did. In fact, none of us were even aware of it. As I mentioned, those attackers were already dead, and our sense of smell can only detect the scent of the living... Yours is undeniably exceptional.... Even if you haven't turned, maybe you could even outdo most of our pack warriors," He trailed on. Remarkable as it seems, I was convinced that there wasn't anything special to it. Instead of probing further, I remembered my agenda as of today. "I should be going. I a

 13 Peace once dominated this world. And sadly, the only proof of its existence is engraved on deteriorated papers. The once beautiful realm is now divided into four kingdoms, governed by each of their ruling classes. The Vampires from the Northern, the Werewolves from the Western, the Magicians from the Eastern, and outcasts from the Southern. Fates intertwine with each other, and yet they stray far from each other's orbits, almost but never touching. Many yearn for the union, but some terrible mistakes cannot simply be bypassed, and thus, the ruins and the scars inevitably ruin all hope—perhaps, it may never mend. But there will always be dreamers, they say... 

15 Samos Lemir. The man that Chance wanted me to meet, was a rather shabby but enigmatic-looking man. He's a few inches shorter than Chance, with matted hair, and a gritty stubble. I could almost note the wrinkles on his forehead, making his age more apparent. After being invited inside, the door slammed behind us. Samos gestured his hand towards his wooden table and we obliged to his amenity. When we were finally settled, I couldn't help the gush of questions. "Kaleya? Why did you call me by that name? Do you know me?" Samos shook his head, tucking inside one of his wooden drawers. My gaze instantly landed on the bottle of whisk he pulled out of his hand. He held it out mid-air as if offering us a drink. I looked at Chance and realized we were thinking of the same thing, we kindly declined the offer. "No, I don't know you girl...but I may have what you're looking for," Samos replied, popping the bottle cap with his teeth. Absentmindedly, my eyes wandered to Chance who was also

17 "Yes," I replied, though the true answer remained concealed within me—indeed, I didn't even know the answer myself. When the coldness became more aggressive, I realized the need to go back inside. I was no longer clinging to him, no longer interested in talking with him. For once, I felt oddly empty but fulfilled. Contended? Safe? Clarified for once? Maybe that's what it is. What are you thinking? I want to ask him. Since he was out here, preoccupied in his trance, I knew he was thinking deeply about something. He mentioned there were numerous murders that have been happening lately, besides that, I knew there was something else that was about to happen, things he must've planned. "The ceremony will be sooner than expected. It is better to end us with haste," A frown crossed my features. "What ceremony?" "To break our bond," "You rejected me already..." "Rejection doesn't qualify as an official separation. One must go through the unwinding of two fates and two souls," Bene

19 I was a bit preoccupied with reading to take notice of someone approaching. Wells came to a stop right in front of me, arms crossed. While my initial instinct was to ignore his presence, a deeper sense of respect urged me to acknowledge him. "You've been here for hours. Don't you eat sometimes?" I briefly raised my eyes to meet his gaze and shook my head. "I lost my appetite a while ago, maybe I'll eat later," I replied firmly. Since my encounter with Alpha Chance and Knight, I had chosen to keep a low profile and remain silent—too embarrassed to utter a word, let alone face them. My memories involving them were a jumbled mess, just as our interact