Semua Bab Gifted With Two Wolves: Fated To Two Rival Kingdoms : Bab 101 - Bab 110

"Hmm," I sighed, as the echo of armored boots faded down the corridor as I stood alone at the threshold of my command chamber. I turned slowly to the guards kneeling before me, their heads bowed low in unwavering submission.“You know your orders,” I said calmly, though the weight behind my voice was heavier than ever because this was about the stubborn child that was dear to my heart. “Do not let Mira leave her room. If she attempts to escape… stop her. By all means necessary.”“Yes, my Alpha,” the guards responded in unison.“But,” I slowly added, my voice dropping an octave as I stepped closer to them while my face remained hard. “You will not harm her. Not a bruise. Not even a scratch on her skin.”One of the guards, barely older than Mira herself, dared to lift his gaze but I understood his fear. Mira was no ordinary girl after all, she was the princess of the Blackthorn pack.. my daughter. “And if… we can't?”“You won’t be able to kill her,” I calmly murmured, as if stating a f

'Kira.'A whisper, soft as a summer wind through pine, sliced calmly through the haze."Yes… Xena… Xena? You're finally awake?" I slowly spoke as I stirred awake. I was still next to the stream.. which meant the crazy masked man hadn't found me.'You have to get up now Kira or else you die and we die as well.' Xena slowly replied making me arch my brow in confusion."What do you mean by that? Xena I'm awake.. I managed to make it out of that man's grasp and we're going back to Dante…" I slowly whispered as I turned my head to check my surroundings, recounting how I had run away from the house, into the forest and then how I had swam across the sea to safety.'I don't have much time Kira.. wake up, you're still sleeping. This is the effect of the wolfsbane, if you don't wake up we will die. Athena is barely holding on, if she weakens more than this we'll be stuck here and you will be buried by the forest' Xena breathed.I slowly raised up my fingers to check if they were complete, cau

"Poor.. poor girl.." I tutted to myself as I threw the book I had gone in search for in the dirtiest part of the library. The book I had been reading since the day I found out about Dante's curse and how the foolish little piggy was his salvation.And I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she died. What happens if her Lycan does as well? That means Dante would have to spend his time wandering the lore alone , that is if the moon goddess doesn’t kill him.Dust clouded the air as the ancient book hit the floor with a hollow thud, its cracked leather cover splitting at the seam. I didn’t flinch. Instead, my lips curved into a slow, sweet and satisfied smile, one that didn’t quite reach my eyes.“Blood Moon... hybrids” I calmly murmured under my breath, reading the title aloud like it was a prophecy. “Its been a while since I went on a hunting spree.”"All it takes is one swift and clean motion and the lore would actually burn to ashes while I stand on the edge of the destructi

The wind shifted again for the umpteenth time making me roll my eyes in annoyance and frustration.And just then…I caught a blur of movement from the corner of my eye and turned around just in time to see Dante tearing through the woods like a possessed beast.No, correction.A Lycán possessed.I mean he acted possessed so I’m not far from the point.I blinked and stood up straighter on the mossy and muddy ground. I’d been standing breathless after running helter skelter trying to look for Kira. I had a whole monologue lined up for the fool who had dared to take what was mine before I gave him the beating of his life time. But no, Dante had to ruin that too.He moved fast and swift like the Angel of death was five seconds ahead and he was determined to kiss her on the lips.Interesting.“Where are you off to, your Royal pain in the ass?” I muttered to myself as I arched a brow.Then the thought hit me like a storm.If Dante was this worked up and running at the speed of light…“The

I couldn’t see clearly anymore.The world was now a blurred, violent stain of color and pain. My ribs ached. My legs wouldn’t hold me up. Blood stained my lips. Every breath tasted like rust and dirt.But I was still fighting.Still swinging, even if blindly.My stick had snapped long ago. My arms were bruised, scraped raw. My head throbbed so hard I thought it might split open like a coconut.As for the masked man, he was still standing.Still smirking. Still speaking with that eerie voice.“You’re being too aggressive,” he said, voice rising above the pounding in my ears. “As usual, My Mistress . Always so combative. So ungrateful.”He moved closer. I tried to strike again.. wildly, desperately.He dodged left.No. It was a fake and I realized it too late.My foot sliced through the air where he should have been.. and then.. WHAM.His fist slammed into my abdomen like a big wrecking ball.And all the air left my lungs.I collapsed to the ground with a guttural sound, spitting blood