Crowned In Vengeance のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

Rya's POV"Dad!" I spoke up as soon as my ears picked up the background noise. My heart leaped in urgency as I spoke with him, skipping through the compliments of how I missed him and how things were going. "Rya? Rya, you sound so nervous. What is the problem?" He spoke over the phone. I could hear the fear in his voice, the way his voice went bold like he sprang up, ready for war. "Dad! I need your help," I said to him. Where would I start from? "A whole lot is going on, and I don't know what to do about it. Lily broke out," I said. He went quiet, but I could still hear that deep sigh that spoke worry and concern. "And what about Vargan?" He asked. "I've asked Oscar to put a much tighter lock on him. I can't rush having the escape of a demon in human skin," I answered, wearing a frown on my face. My loathe and disdain for Vargan was one I was certain would never end."And Lily? Where is she now?" He asked again. His voice was surprisingly calm, unlike the time he picked up t

Frost's POV I headed back to my room where I picked up a few clothes. I shoved them down a little bag which I considered wouldn't be heavy weighted. This was the first time I took on a mission like this. There were men who were more built for such a task. I had no idea of where to start, or where to hide, or how to blend in. It was even worse given the fact that my father was a very powerful king, and his son should be well known in the werewolf world. But trust was more vital than skill, at least for this certain moment. And I made my commitments clear to Rya. I would go to the heavens just for her sake. I wouldn't be a weakling as my premonitions had always portrayed me to be. I grabbed the little bag, and tossed it over my shoulders, heading outside the pack gate. "Frost! Wait up!" A voice called from behind me. I stopped in my tracks, and looked behind, to the sight of Elder Malrick who came running behind me. This was the very same man who had a grave repugnance for my fath

Rya's POVI was alone in the throne room. The weather was fair, the skies were bright, the morning sun shone its beautiful rays on the landscape, and the winds blew against me softly. I enjoyed this solitude. It was extremely quiet in the room—the perfect place to think. I was reviewing the options I had chosen over the last few days. I was beginning to grow a thicker skin to the oppositions coming my way. Leadership was more than the crown on the head, or the respect and the riches that followed. It was... demanding, tasking, not for the faint hearted. I still stood in the quiet when I heard a knock on the door. It was Oscar. "Can I come in, my lady?" He asked in a low tone. "Sure," I whispered, sniffling my nostrils. I didn't know when tears already began trickling down my cheeks, not until I felt that tickle that forced me to wipe it off. "We are receiving numerous concerns from the neighbouring packs," he started, slowly showing me some of the papers he held in his hands."

Frost's POV Things hadn't been the same since I stepped into the Vampire Kingdom. I knew this mission came with its own peril—troubles which an expert in the field could have foreseen and adapted to. But I... I was lost, confused, and felt like a child who still needed directions. Lily was never the same since I stepped foot there. It was as though she was excited to see me—covered through the many glances she threw at me, the frequent touches that seemed so intentional, and the way her voice changed whenever we spoke. Yet, those weren't the only observations that caught my attention. Things became... eerie, strange, like there was something wrong somewhere. For a moment, I was with Elder Malrick. He hadn't still implemented the dialogue method he always proposed throughout the journey, and his absence was questioning. On one of the days, I received a letter from Lily. She walked up to me, her face beaming with excitement, and her eyes casting that usual seductive stare at me

Lily's POV "Did you give him the potion?" I asked the nurse by my side. She was breathing heavily, her entire forehead beaded with sweat drops, and her hands shaking as though she had done something wrong. She looked... scared, terrified. "We... We struggled, but he drank the potion," she answered, with a shaky tone and a stutter in between her words. Even with the side of my eyes, I could still see her shivering. I couldn't deal with it anymore—with the constant shuddering, and the aura of fear which she dissipated into the room. I turned to her immediately, and grabbed her by the hands. A single touch and it seemed as though she was calm. I made sure she peered into my eyes. She swallowed hard, but her eyes still gleamed fear. "You didn't do anything wrong," I assured her in a soft tone and a smile seated on my face. "You didn't kill him. You just helped secure victory on this side of the divide. Now that you've done your part, you can leave, and call in the guard by the door.