CHAPTER 215 ~3RD PERSON'S POV~ Mary groaned softly, her eyes opening up. She felt a warm gust of wind blowing over her face and through her hair, and as her vision cleared up, she found herself standing on the edge of a tall building that was surrounded by flames. She gasped in shock and quickly stepped back so she wouldn't fall off the edge. Breathing heavily, she looked around in confusion. “Where am I?” She asked, her voice echoing for a few seconds, then fading out after each word. She looked around the building she was on and found a billboard standing close to one edge. She walked toward it, raising her right palm—her red aura surrounded her entire hand, and she used telekinetic waves produced by her aura to rip the metal board off the ground. She turned it around and found her location, boldly written at the top: Mystic Meadow. Mary gasped again. She turned her gaze away from the billboard and looked down at the ground. Fire has caught the entire city, and dead bodies, b
CHAPTER 216 ~3RD PERSON’S POV~ Robbert struggled to break free from the tight grip of the rogue king. His eyes slowly turned red, and his skin went pale as he slowly lost his breath. His eyes glowed bright blue, and he growled loudly, pulling on the rogue's arm with all the strength he could muster. “Stop resisting my power, boy. Just give in and join the dark side. I assure you, you will not regret it,” the rogue king said with a smile, tightening his grip even more. A cold whisk of wind suddenly blew by, and the rogue king's arm instantly split in two. “Aghhh!!” He groaned in pain as he staggered backward, his arm bleeding profusely. Robbert fell to his knees, breathing heavily after he had pulled the hand off his throat. He threw the arm to the ground, and slowly turned to the rogue king, his eyes glowing bright blue. “What was that? That was not your power,” the rogue king asked, holding his right arm in an attempt to stop the bleeding. “No, it wasn't. But that i
CHAPTER 217~3RD PERSON'S POV~Robbert marched rapidly out of his father's meeting room, anger and anguish written all over his face. Edith followed him quickly until they were outside the house. It was late at night, and the moon was high. The breeze that blew through the gardens in front of the mansion was cold to the skin, and the sound of the leaves rustling almost completely shielded every other nightly sound.Robbert stopped in front of the entrance. He clenched his fists tightly and gritted his teeth, his eyes slowly becoming glassy and a lump forming in his throat.Edith walked to him and quickly wrapped her finger around his left fist. "Robbert, please calm down. I know you're really upset, but you have to understand that your father didn't mean all that. He’s just trying to get the best out of you. He's just really upset that you almost died,” Edith said with a soft tone. “Edith, my father doesn't care about me. All he cares about is this pack. All he wants is for me to be
CHAPTER 218~3RD PERSON'S POV~“I’m really sorry, Geoffrey. I'm here for you if you need me,” Robbert said, placing his left palm on Geoffrey’s shoulder. He had a concerned expression on his face, and his heart was filled with worry for his best friend. They both sat on a bench along the street in front of the wedding hall. An ambulance had arrived, and people were gathered there. “Thank you, Lord Robbert,” Geoffrey said softly. He turned to the other end of the street and saw Edith sitting by herself on a bench opposite theirs.“It looks like Edith couldn't handle the shock very well either. Corina was a close friend to her, so she needs your support now more than I do. You should go comfort her,” Geoffrey said.Robbert let out a sigh. “Alright then, I'll see you later,” he said, then got off his seat. He shook hands with Geoffrey, then crossed the street to be with Edith. As he got closer to her, he saw that she was crying. He sat beside her and reached for her hand. Edith quickly
CHAPTER 219 ~3RD PERSON'S POV~ “Robbert, you don't have to do this, please,” Edith said, trying to convince Robbert not to fight his father. She held his right hand tightly, begging him to stand down, but his mind was already made. “Edith, if I don't do this now, this man will never respect me or you. I have to show him what I'm truly capable of. I can't let anyone harm you, not after all you've done for me and this pack,” Robbert said, his brows furrowing as he stared at his father with contempt in his eyes. Lord Dragnon had taken off his fur coat and shirt, leaving only black leather trousers that almost resembled armor. “Today, boy, you're going to show me what you can really do. If you do not win this fight and become alpha of the Night-Howl Pack, you will be banished for life, and your love will be executed,” Lord Dragnon said. “Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, old man, fighting with your child over an issue such as this? Please, just take me. You don't have to fight
CHAPTER 220~3RD PERSON’S POV~“Ughh,” Robbert groaned softly as his eyes opened. He rose from the ground slowly, gently massaging the back of his head as he felt a strong headache coming up. He scanned through his surroundings and saw lifeless bodies laying around in the sand. The sand was tainted with the blood of warrior wolves and rogues—it seemed they had just fought a war here.“What is this place?” Robbert asked softly, looking very puzzled. Robbert turned to his left and saw Geoffrey lying lifelessly on the ground with a hole in his chest. He gasped and stepped away from the body. He turned back to the battleground and realized exactly where he was.“This is...” he was about to say.“Your last battle? Yes.” A bold male voice sounded.Robbert turned to a large cloud of dust and saw the rogue king slowly walk out of it with his hands behind his back.“No way; you're already dead. How can you be here?” Robbert asked with shock on his face. “Look around you, Robbert; how can any
CHAPTER 221~3RD PERSON’S POV~“So... what exactly happened?” Geoffrey asked. He and Robbert sat on a bench along a street in Mystic Meadow early in the morning. The street was very busy at this time of the day as coaches and passersby moved around quickly, heading to their place of work. The sounds of murmuring, and the repeated click-clacking of high-heels on the ground filled the air.“My father and I got into a fight, and I beat him,” Robbert replied. He stared at the ground unendingly; his voice sounded a little disturbed, and he looked very unrelaxed. “What was the fight about?” Geoffrey asked, sounding very concerned. His friend looked very down and unwell.“It was about...” He hesitated. He couldn't continue that sentence because he knew that telling Geoffrey about Edith being responsible for the deaths that had been happening recently would ruin his friendship with him permanently—that was the last thing he wanted.He turned to Geoffrey slowly and said, “It was about my ambi
CHAPTER 222~3RD PERSON'S POV~“Whoa, that was a really long and heartbreaking story. Lord Robbert didn't recover his memory until the day he died?” Mary asked. “No, Mary. And if it wasn't for your aunt, Miss Nicole, I wouldn't have recovered mine. I didn't know that the consequence of healing someone I loved would be to lose my memory of everything that had to do with our relationship—how we met and our life together—all lost. I don't regret saving his life, though; even if I knew the consequences, I would have done the same thing,” Edith replied.“There were times when he'd say he was sure he knew me somehow, or he'd seen me somewhere before, but couldn't remember where or when. He struggled with his memories until it almost drove him insane. I grew very worried about him; for some reason, even though I didn't remember him as a lover, I knew I had to stay by him through his remaining days. He finally died after he brought Anaya home, and there was nothing I could do to help,” Edith