Semua Bab Howl Of Fury: Bab 21 - Bab 30

AND I KNOW YOU TOO. “And I know you too.” He walked in closer to the bed. “Food?” Keondra looked at the plates. Whatever he cooked smells nice. “Aethon.” She muttered. “You remember.” “I also remember you did not want to help us the last time.” She said. “So why are you helping me now?” She frowned. “Trust me, I just want to help.” “And why should I trust you!?” She angrily said. “Last time, you left us to our fate in the hands of the hunters.” “I was protecting my sister and I.” He said. “That is not an excuse. What you did was inhumane.” She walked pass him. “I do not trust you, so I'm leaving.” “Don't go, please.” He said. “It's not safe out there.” “I do not feel safe with you.” She turned to him. “But you trust my sister.” He pushed. “She's stays here, with me.” Keondra looked around. “Where is Petra?” “She stepped out.” He looked down at the plates. “The food is getting cold.” “You can just heat them up.” She shrugged. “It is that easy for you.” Aethon looked at

IT WAS YOU. The cabin was warm and cozy, the fireplace crackling with a gentle warmth that seemed to seep into every corner of the room. Keondra helped her sick friend sit down on the plush couch, carefully arranging the blankets around her to keep her warm. Hilda's skin was pale and clammy, her eyes sunken with fatigue. Just then, Petra entered the room with a steaming bowl of soup in her hands. "Here, Hilda, drink this," she said, handing the bowl to Hilda but Keondra took it instead and helped Hilda take a sip. Hilda was sceptical at first with a scared look on her face. What the hell did Petra cook up? "It's a special blend of herbs and spices that should help you feel better," Petra explained, listing off the ingredients she had used to make the soup. "I added some dried chamomile for its calming effects, and a pinch of moonstone for healing." Aethon lounged in the nearby armchair, his eyes fixed on the flames dancing in the fireplace. “I've heard rumors,” Petra said,

WHAT'S A WOLF WITHOUT ITS SCARS?King Xerxes sat on his throne, his piercing gaze fixed on his advisor standing before him. Michael, a middle age man and average height with a stern expression, seemed oblivious to the king's restless energy.He was wearing a long robe with a hint of gray in his hair."My king, I've gathered the information you requested," Michael said, his voice dripping with formality. "The girl you're searching for was last seen in a car with a demon, she wasn't captured like you requested. However, I must express my concern about your interest in her."Xerxes’ eyes narrowed, his grip on the armrest of his throne tightening. "What concern?" He growled, his deep voice low and menacing.He might be lenient with his kingdom but he is still the alpha and that arrogance comes with it.His actions won't be questioned by an ordinary advisor.Michael swallowed hard, but continued. "Well, my king, she's just a local commoner. She's not worthy of your attention, especially

WHAT'S THE KING'S GAME? Ryker lead the four of them to the palace. Petra couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. She's never stepped foot here before. Aethon wanted to be anywhere but here. Hilda's eyes focused on Keondra who looks very uncomfortable. Keondra couldn't believe she's back here. The memories of her last visitation kept haunting her. What did the king want from her? He obviously doesn't know who the monster is. He doesn't suspect her if not, she'd have been dead by now. So what does he want from her? The palace gates were massive, with intricate carvings of wolves. The guards led them through the gates and into the palace, where they were greeted by a stern-looking butler. "Welcome," The butler said. "Follow me to the visitor's chambers." Keondra threw a skeptical look at Hilda, but they had no choice but to follow the butler. “I'm right here.” Hilda reassured her. Aethon, in particular, was unhappy about the situation. "I don't like this," He said, hi

HEY FIREFLY. King Xerxes backed off and walked out of Keondra's room, Aethon was walking down the hallway to Keondra's room. He stopped, his eyes fixed on the king's retreating figure with a mixture of anger and confusion. The king, seemingly oblivious to Aethon's anger, walked away with a confident stride, disappearing into the darkness of the hallway. How dare the king come to Keondra's room at this hour? Aethon's fists were clenched, his jaw tight with tension. Aethon entered the room, his expression stern. Keondra was still standing with her swords in her hands. "What's going on?" Aethon asked, his voice low and urgent. "Why was the king here?" Keondra sheathed her swords. "We need to leave," she firmly said. "Now." Aethon's eyes narrowed, but he didn't argue. He knew he had to trust Keondra's instincts. Together, they sneaked into Petra and Hilda's room, waking them up with a whispered warning. "What's going on?" Petra asked, her voice groggy with sleep.