Lucas' POV "You can't kill all the rogues." Both Lucian and my wolf said in one voice. Fucking rogues. They're like cockroaches. "They've brought me way too many troubles. It's like whack-a-mole. When you solve one problem, the others just keep popping up. We're moving to the fucking South next year. I hate keeping an eye behind my back all the time. We'll be fucking fighting enemies in front and rear." Lucian said, "How about not killing the rogues and trying to look for the cure for this disease? If you help them, they'll owe you a great favor. People intend to cause less trouble to their savior instead of the killer. You'll be a benevolent prince in their eyes instead of a demonic creature." I didn't give a shit about pretending to be a fucking doe-eyed prince. I am who I am. You either yield to me or die in front of me. "Only dead people won't be able to cause any trouble to me. They'll thank me for ending their miserable cowardly lives. Trust me. They're rouges. Th
Lucas's POV "Yes, Master." He replied in a trembling voice. "Sorry, Lisa," he turned to the she-wolf and said, "I have to tie you up in the room. It's for your own good. Master is worried... that you might run away..." His lips were crumpling, barely managed to get the words out. The she-wolf was shocked. Her eyes widened with bewilderment. "What... What do you mean, Darren...?" she asked. The warlock didn't say a word, took some ropes from the wall, and tied them to the collar on her neck. "Darren, please don't do this to me... I promise I won't go anywhere..." the she-wolf pleaded with tears in her eyes. The warlock's eyes became glassy as well. He quickly tied up her wrists and ankles, removed the pot of soup from the furnace, and walked out of the room, leaving the she-wolf crying and begging in the room. I looked at them with sadistic pleasure. "You're so pathetic." my wolf said to me as I walked out of the yard. I morphed into myself, grabbed the warlock'
Louisa's POV When Darren walked back into the room, I noticed that his face was swollen and bruised. He kneeled down and tried to untie me, but he failed. I could see that he was exhausted. "What has he done to you? Has he beaten you?" I asked. He didn't say a word, still trying to untie me. "Darren..." "Lisa, could you please..." he interrupted me, "Just don't say anything, please." He looked so pale. His hair was a mess. His pants were torn. He was shaking like a leaf. I zipped up my mouth immediately. My heart was bleeding. I wished I could hold him, but my hands were tied. Tears dropped down my cheeks like rivers. I just couldn't hold them back. "I'm sorry, Lisa. I shouldn't have talked to you like that. I know you're worried about me." He lowered his head and whispered, licking his ruptured lips. His hands were shivering. His tears were dropping on my hands. After he eventually untied my hands, I held him in my arms and cried out loudly. "I'm fine
Louisa's POV "I don't know exactly what happened to me..." The weasel replied as I was dipping some bandages in a bowl of Spilanthes potion. I saw Uma had done it once before she removed some rotten ulcer of a soldier. After applying the bandages on the wound, the flesh around the wounds would be anesthetized. Then, hopefully, I could remove the rotten tissues from his legs. Mr. Weasel was hanging in my arms and refused to go anywhere else. He looked so cute, so I stroked him gently on his back. It made him very happy. He continued, "...I was walking to a pond in the forest the other day, looking for some frogs or lizards for my family. Then, I saw a man with mad eyes flying towards me..." "Flying?" I couldn't believe what I'd heard. "Yeah, I know. Crazy, right? I want to tell everyone in my family, but I highly doubt that they'll believe me. I'm confused right now. Normally, people walk. They don't fly. But I really saw him flying in the air, with long hair flying
Louisa's POV I didn't know why Mr. Weasel didn't like Darren. I didn't see any bad aura around Darren. He was always sad. That was true. I washed and chopped the vegetables while telling myself in my mind. I couldn't get rid of the horrible image of a flying vampire with a pair of mad eyes in the dark forest. Long black hair and razor-like long nails. What possibly is a vampire looking for in the middle of the day in the woods? I thought to myself. "Lisa, what do you want me to do with the meat?" I was pulled back to reality by Darren's voice. Mr. Weasel was snorting heavily around my neck. I guessed it was because of the side effect of anesthesia. I answered, "I've made some cumin sauce, and let's soak all the ingredients inside." Darren nodded. He looked at Mr. Weasel, frowned, and asked, "Do you want to put him down?" "He's not that heavy. He's just fluffy. I can barely feel him." I smiled at Darren and put the diced meat into a bowl of sauce. Darren sn
Louisa's POV When I woke up the next morning, I saw Mr. Weasel lying next to me, pressing his body firmly against me. His furry little body felt so warm in the chillness of morning. The dim light was pouring through the window and the fire in the furnace was out. I rubbed my eyes and heard the sound of chopping coming from outside. I jumped out of bed and stretched my arms. After a whole night of sound sleep, I felt so refreshed and ready for a brand new day. Mr. Weasel woke up as well. He didn't look very happy, though. "I can feel my legs now," he said with annoyance, "They're so itchy." "The wounds are closing. When new flesh grows, it's normal to feel itchy. I'll change the bandages for you." I said and held him on my lap. He stayed there put like a stuffed toy and let me unwrap the bandages on his legs. "It's getting much better!" I checked his wounds and said with great relief. I dashed some more Fenugreek potion on his wounds and wrapped it up carefu
Louisa's POV That was the first time I had ever seen Aegir Sea in my life. I had heard it a thousand times in Uma's bedtime stories and I had dreamed about it a million times in my mind. It was the place where giant ocean monsters emerged from the surface and waved their huge tentacles to drag poor fishermen's boats into the darkness of the deep sea in volatile waves. But on that day, the sea was quiet and gloomy. Having been stuck in the woods for days, I was relieved to see an open area with endless stretches of water for a change. Above our heads, layers of thick dark clouds were gathering. Underneath the sky of roaring waves, the sea was calm, pulsing rhythmically and breathing with cadence. I wished I could have more time to enjoy the magnificent view, but I couldn't. The spartina plants were dancing from side to side in the gentle breeze. Uma said, this wheat-like plant is the only one that can survive in the estuary area because the water contains too much sal
Louisa's POV "Why are you here?" I heard a voice in the darkness. "Mother, is that you? I miss you very much..." I wanted to open my eyes, but I couldn't. I had never heard my mother's voice. But somehow I just recognized it. I would give everything to see her face and hug her. "You shouldn't be here. Go back," she said. "I can't go back, mother. I'm dead. Please let me stay with you," I begged. "Concentrate. You were born to achieve amazing things in your life, but you're always distracted." "I don't want to achieve anything. I'm not afraid now. I just want to see and be with you, mother," I murmured. "That is the very thing that is distracting you. Death isn't the only way for you to reunite with me. Death has never torn us apart. If you concentrate, you'll see that I have never left you." "Mother, I'm ready for this moment. I'm always prepared," I whispered. "You're always prepared to die, but have you ever prepared to survive?" I was speechless. "Go b