All Chapters of The Last Red Wolf: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Mordeu raised an eyebrow. The last reason Cillian gave did not sit right with him. Nevertheless, he would rather hear from Cillian than anyone else, whether he was going to die or not. Probably, it would make him feel much better if the reason for his death was coming from Cillian.Under everyone’s eyes, Cillian rose to his feet and walked away, tugging on Mordeu’s robe as he walked right past him. Mordeu followed immediately after him. Cillian led him away into the woods. At the time, the sun was getting ready to lay her head to rest and give way to the nocturnal creature, the moon. Cillian walked in the woods, through the trees in silence. His marvelous face entertained a small, satisfied smile as his feet touched the fallen leaves on the ground.At the moment, Mordeu cared less about the issues going on—whether he was meant to die by Cillian’s hands or not, which was starting to feel like unfathomable bliss, or whether he really was a menace to society. None of that seemed importa

Mordeu couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Though Cillian had told him the history of this man in such a casual manner, it still ignited a sense of unease, a feeling of dread and a need to escape in Mordeu, and now he was hearing that that man was still very much alive.“You said it happened a hundred years ago, there’s no way he would still be alive.”Cillian nodded his head. “Well, normally, it wouldn’t be, and that has brought about the deduction that red wolves have a longer life span.”Mordeu swallowed. The good thing was that he was going to live long, but then, his loved ones wouldn’t, his mate surely wouldn’t, and he would outlive everyone he cared about.However, Mordeu couldn’t allow himself to indulge in that section of the story just yet. He was still trying to wrap his head around the newfound knowledge that the scariest man he has ever heard of was still very much alive. Though it wasn’t a problem of his, it still made him feel very anxious. He couldn’t quite place his

“Isn’t it better that way? What’s the use of keeping the boy? It’s normally one red wolf per a lifetime, but now, there are two,” Stregobor argued. “A lifetime?” Cillian’s discontentment was rather intuitious. “It’s been more than a hundred years, isn’t this enough to be considered a lifetime?” “So you advise that he should remain alive?” Alvitir interpreted the words of his son.“Yes, Father. I think he should be given a chance to prove that he is not the menace we think he is.”“That was the same thing Tristan’s father had thought about him, but what happened next? He drank his father’s blood while watching the life drain from his eyes.”Tristan, the name of the red wolf that was imprisoned, the one that Cillian was supposed to put an end to.Stregobor nodded, agreeing with Balor’s words impatiently. This was what he had been waiting for, someone to agree to his swift yet clean suggestion.“Mordeu is different,” Cillian found himself defending the man who made him lose the ability

Two swords hung around her waist, and from her left shoulder to the right side of her torso contained a bow, the container of the arrows behind her.She looked like a true warrior. A murderer.Everybody’s eyes were pinned on the princess who was advancing closer, but Ayra appeared to be taken by the man walking behind her. The man she had seen a couple of times, the man she had shared just one conversation with. The man who was the object of all her desires.And just like her uniform, his was white as well.“This is a very fun group.” Freya folded her arms, glaring fixatedly at Alana.Mordeu had seen firsthand the kind of relationship that existed between Alana and Freya, and he could tell that it was not the best. And then there was the relationship between the princess and the Alvitirs; it was impossible not to understand that if given the opportunity, Ayra would rip her apart.However, her arrogance and nonchalance occupied the space where fear or shame should reside. “This is too

“Capturing the flag gives you forty points, and the rest sixty points are earned by slaying beasts and obliterating the competition,” Alana explained.Fjall gasped in shock, his head flung around, glancing at his teammates, hoping that one of them shared the same thoughts he did regarding the fact that obliterating competition was the same as murder.However, no one, even his brother, seemed to hold any sort of regard towards the issue. And as if Alana just didn’t say something crippling, Ayra continued.“The race will be held on the other side of the mountain. The beasts will be let loose and when you slay one, the scores will be shown to the leaders.” She glanced at a pavilion that was erected high by the help of stones and wood. On that pavilion resided the Heads of the three houses, eating or drinking away.“So do you understand now?” Ayra asked.Mordeu nodded his head, but Fjall had other thoughts. “When you say obliterating the competition, what does that mean?”Freya raised an