The Quest

Dante POV

Within every veins of my fibre, anger and rage soared through. The fact that Collins had shot Nadia without no remorse made me loose all sense of logic.

"Dante, remember you would be punished if you attempt to assault Collins. Remember thw code rule of the hunting group. Yield yourself peacefully, we don't have to do this with force applied." There was no way I was going bro leave Lillith here. I looked from Collins to Nadia's dead body and in that moment, I knew where my heart lies.

"You know what; screw this organization, screw you and every single one that opted to be part of it." I leaned down and picked Nadia up and stared back at them. "I am out of it." From my peripheral vision, I could still see a struggle between Collins and Steve but at this point I didn't care.

Walking past several paths in the forest, my intention was to find a means to get back Nadia. It was weird, but I believed she could still be brought back to life. The awareness of other past packs that we had haunted still stuck in my brain and with hope placed in my heart, I still believe that there could be survivors that could produce an answer.

Once I arrived at a certain pack, I heard growls from each sides and with such awareness, I drop Nadia on the floor carefully. Their language were vague to my ears, while in wolf form, but after a stop in the growl, I realized they knew she was one of their kind.

In a flash of eyes, they were humans again, approaching me, oozing the aura of confidence within; a thing that intimidate me.

"You are human. What are you doing with her." One, who looked like their head chief enquired.

"She died in my hands and I am hoping to know if there is a means to get her back to life." I said in a rather much sad tone. The men look amongst themselves, once again speaking in a silence language. It was almost as though they mind linked amongst themselves.

"Stay here with the girl, while some of my men and i go consult the pack doctor. We don't want any human in our pack, after our last encounter with the hunters, we consider them an abomination." The chief guard indicated and moved away with most of his soldiers into the city, leaving a dead Nadia with myself and one soldier.

After hours of waiting, they all returned with a strange man, cloaked up on diabolic attire. The man was without a doubt their healer. They all approached us, their eyes gazed on Lillith.

"Stepa aside." The healer indicated, staring at me with slight disdain. They all didn't like me, which wasn't much of a surprise as I was their nightmare.

After minutes of staring at Lillith, holding her hands and checking her pulse, the strange man returned back to his people, where they communicated in silence.

"She can be very much be brought alive. However, this will only happen if you get a certain book." He explained.

"What sort of book?" I asked with slight hope placed in my heart.

"It contains the bishap power and it can only be found in one of the sacred packs. Bring this book and use it to get her back to life." After he was done speaking, the healer left the scene, while the rest simply stared at me; a sign that they want me gone.

Leaving the pack, I knew only one place the book can be found and it's in my city. The mystical store usually preserve all of this books and I knew it was the best place possible to get it.

It was a Herculean task holding Lillith and not getting stressed out. The dashing hopes I had to get her back, fueled my motivation.

Arriving back at the city, there wasn't a lot of people on the street and the few that walked past me, believed I was a psychopath. I could hear the whispers,but I could careless about any of it.

When I stepped into the store, it was a cozy and almost looked deserted, that wasn't until a men stepped out of the shelves.

"My goodness. Who is she and who in the world are you?" He asked as he stared down at Lillith's lifeless body in my hands.

"Please I need help. I was told about a book that contains the bishap power. The lady I hold in my hands is a Werewolf and I wish above everything that she is brought back to life." For a moment he stared at me and then back to Lillith. "I know you think that I may be out of my mind, but I beg you allow her to be whole again."

He didn't say a word and retired back to the shelf. After a minute of waiting, he returned once again with the book in his hands. "My name is Zod and I can help you with the spell. You can only cast such dangerous spell in this place and no where else." He informed as he handed over the book to me.

I totally understood what he was speaking about. The people believed that magic doesn't exist. And prior to being a Werewolf hunter, I believed the same theory. However, with the number of wolves I had killed, I believe magic was real.

I laid Lillith carefully on the table and Zod locked the doors hoping no one would come in such moment. He simply stared down at me with an understanding look, while I flipped through the pages of the book.

It was luckily inscribed in English and the book required that I speak these words loud and clear. After hesitating for a moment, I said the words from the books in loud and clear manner, and with hope in my heart, I believed it could work.

I felt a sudden sensation as a weird energy flowed through parts of my body, leaving me in ultimate confusion.

"What is happening?" I asked, holding my hands and as they kept on vibrating. The spell obviously hadn't worked on Lillith but myself.