Semua Bab Betrayal under the wolf’s moon: Bab 21 - Bab 30

At Thane's pack.Underground, Beneath the library.There was a place locked away and sealed for many years. Many have sought it futilely. A safe. A vault. An impenetrable layout, filled with many locks and entrances, booby-traps, cobwebs and bones of those who tried to steal the seal but was futile because the seal can protect itself and it burned them to ashes even before they had a chance to get close to it, not even close enough to touch it. There were writings on the pillar, an ancient imprint on it that kept the seal bound to it until the keeper came and took a hold of it.It was created by the most powerful sorceress of that era and no one had ever been able to break that spell since.In its airy, greenish mystical bonds likened to a glass bottle—only that it was neither a glass nor a bottle. But what contained it had a green beam to its edges as it made the seal powerless and inaccessible by thieves except the bloodline dedicated to serve and control the powers contained in t

“Huh?” I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at her with questionable eyes. I hadn’t heard what she said. She repeated herself. “It must’ve been a difficult battle coming back to life from down there.” She said.“Yeah.” I agreed without giving much thought to it.I got on my feet and that’s when I realized I was still in my towel and it almost fell off but I was fast enough to cling onto it and I pinned it on my chest. My face flushed scarlet red, aware that they witnessed all that especially while Luca was also there. I was a little ashamed.Della chuckled when she noticed. “We’ll give you a moment then.” She said and with that she got up and guided the others out of the room.I heaved a sigh of relief as I took careful steps towards the book on my drawer. It laid open, a particular page, the one I had scribbled on but now I couldn’t even find what I wrote. The ancient inscriptions on the book were lit and shone in silver lining.I looked closer at it and read the inscriptions wi

Rosa glanced at him. “Is that what you were doing out here? Running away from responsibilities?” she asked, her brow arching in curiosity.He chuckled. “No, not really.” He shrugged. “I was hunting.” He said. “Took a wrong turn. Ended up in a ditch instead of with a deer.” He chuckled, feeling ashamed. It was embarrassing.She smirked. “Smooth.”They walked in silence again, the woods slowly coming to an end, revealing a small, narrow stream with glistening waters. Ethan decided to lower himself down by the bank, breathing heavily. His leg was still hurting.“Let me check it again,” Rosa offered, kneeling beside him.“You know,” he said as she examined his bandage, “You’re very… mysterious. Not like the other wolves I’ve met.” He added.“That’s because I’m not like the others.” She retorted.He tilted his head sidewards, looking at her like a mysterious creature he was yet to unravel. “What are you then?” as his gaze landed on her, his mind tried to read her thoughts even though that

I got dressed and stepped into the room. My eyes ran to where the book was—its obvious Della knows what the book is for and the significance it holds except for the fact that no one else is able to use it like I could once I finally access my powers after getting the seal.The drawer seemed untampered with and just for confirmation, I pretended to get my locket from it which gave me access to the drawer and that’s when I checked if it was still there and behold it was still there.“Are you done?” she asked even though it was obvious that I was.“Yes.” I nodded, straightening my outfit.“Good. Come with me, I would like to show you something.” She said and I obliged. I followed her and we walked into the field… far deep into the woods, away from the village, the village was more like a fraction of distant objects now.Then she raised her head and looked up. Curiosity stroke me and I looked up too, wondering what she was looking at.I couldn’t see it, didn’t know what she was looking at

I fell to the grass disappointed. I got up relentlessly, deciding to try again. Beads of sweat drops formed above my brows—on my forehead—and I could feel it trickle down my face. I wiped it off on my clothes and stayed focused. I did everything I could, everything I knew of—still nothing.I threw fists in the air and yelled at the universe. I was mad at it for making me this helpless! Then I sat to receive some cool air from the breeze blowing by, that’s when I realized that I had released way too much air into the wind while I was throwing a tantrum.Excited. I decided to sit with my legs crossed and try to stir my powers again—one last time. I was hopeful. I was excited. Focused. I felt it move within me like a string of energy, stirred and coursed right from the depth of my heart, into my body parts and my hand like a moving sand worm and into every cell and vessel, my metacarpals and carpals, skin, pore, every ounce of biology in my finger… I was expectant, waiting for it to c