He even preceded me to ask the question. Even though we are still in the middle of a crisis against the king and his men, it was undeniable that Aiden got excited as though nothing happened between us in their time. My wolf still has tons of questions for him but his overflowing excitement also brought me faith and hope. So instead of bombarding him, I shrugged off and walked side by side toward our horses. As soon as the four of us are settled on our respective horses, Luciana and Hunter led us the way to our uncertain journey toward the future - the only place we call home. The horses' hooves clattered against the ground as we began our journey, leaving behind the comfort of familiarity. We traversed mountains, rivers, and forests, the changing scenery a testament to the vastness of the world. The wind tousled our hair, and the scent of wildflowers mingled with the earthy aroma of the forests. Days turned into nights, and yet we remained committed to our quest.
"It seems that we are in the right place," Hunter replied, his voice calm to help us ease our trembling nerves. "We are here to seek help from you, old witch." "And it took you ten years to finally give me a visit, future boy!" the woman replied before she chuckled. "You knew about me, don't you?" Hunter frowned. He then helped us up and lit up our torches, giving us the perfect view of the woman's awful appearance. "How could I not? I have been a witch for centuries," she said back. "It was written in the prophecy that a middle-aged man from the future will be lost in our time and will bring two more." Aiden and I did not get the chance to ask her what was bothering us when the woman, with a croaking voice, asked how she could be of help to us. Hunter Grey mustered his courage and stepped forward and asked her, "How we could harness our magic in this world? We need to get back to the future as soon as possible before the king and his men find us." With
"Are you really our mom?" were the faint words that came out of Aiden's voice, however, his voice was mixed with confusion and doubt. That was why even though I was standing next to him, I could barely hear his voice. The room was filled with heavy tension, as Aiden and I stood face-to-face with Luciana. It was an unexpected revelation that shattered our world, leaving us grappling with a mix of overwhelming emotions that were hard to absorb and process. Luciana herself seemed stunned and dumbfounded as if the weight of the truth had taken her by surprise. We were barely able to speak, our throats constricted by a thick veil of emotions. But our tear-strained eyes spoke volumes, revealing the trepidation, confusion, and surprise we felt. Amidst the deafening silence, Luciana finally found her voice. "The second I caught an eye on you back at the holding cell, I sensed something," she confessed, her voice trembling. "There was something about my blood, a leap that I cou
"What about the pack?" Aiden highly suggested it. "Perhaps if we go there, we could find Alpha Romulo. After all, he is one of the most powerful wolves I have ever known. Or at least one from the pack, right?" Everything began with Romulo's pack. His mansion has been the haven for the witches. They come and go without being noticed. And as far as I could remember before these terrible incidents happen to our world, the witches were furious at me for breaking the deal. I involved everyone, including Romulo's pack, believing that my plan of saving humanity will work, but it didn't. Perhaps this was the result of what I did. So I highly doubt Aiden's claim to be true. The pack, I believed, was the first target of the witches. Even if Romulo is a powerful alpha, his claws and fangs, or even his wealth don't stand a chance to someone who can cast magic. However, we can't stay in an empty school either. We need answers as soon as possible. I need to find someone to ask
"Yes. He's pretty alive." Dexter replied, his voice calm. "If you have more questions to ask, please, address them to Alpha Romulo. I am not allowed to give you more information about anything. My wolf was simply tonight's in charge to keep an eye on the mansion." Indeed, I had a lot of questions to ask Alpha Romulo. Questions that he was the only one who knows the answer. On the bright side, knowing that he was alive gives us faith and hope. Who could have thought the protective spell I cast two years ago remains strong and become their source of protection? But two years? Sorry, but it was pretty hard to believe when we just stayed in the past for weeks. Meanwhile, Aiden and I walked side by side, our spirits high, as Dexter confirmed the incredible news. Alpha Romulo and some of our werewolf guardians were still alive. For the past two years, they believed we perished in the battle against the witches, but now there was hope shining through. Dexter had confir
"The only person who can answer our questions is Alpha Romulo, Aiden. The two of us missed the chance for two years, remember? And I can't wait to see him," I replied, my voice filled with overwhelming excitement. "Me either, Brother Ethan," Aiden agreed before he shrugged at me. "But do you think he grows old that much in two years?" I don't know what kind of question was that but all I know is that within those years, a lot of things could have happened. That includes Penelope. My wolf missed her so badly. I want to hold her hands. Kiss her lips for like ten minutes straight. But then again, it has been two years passed already. A lot of things could have happened within those long years of waiting. Perhaps Penelope happened to have her new mate by now. After a few minutes walk, Dexter stopped walking. Then Alpha Romulo emerged from the shadows, his tall figure illuminated by the pale tube lights. His intense gaze assessed us from head to toe, suspicion clouding his piercing e
All the information Conrad and Alpha Romulo brought to us was news to me to the point that I no longer knows what to do. Using magic was no longer an option for me. If I am gonna use magic, then what? Aiden and I will be running for our lives again? Where? To the outside world where we could only see burned trees, abandoned buildings, shoved grounds, and empty streets? To start a new life? There is no life outside anymore. We see it with our own eyes. Everyone was already occupying this underground world in order to survive. The three werewolf packs, despite their differences, managed to survive for two consecutive years. It only means there is no hope outside. While holding onto those awful thoughts, I could not help but drop my butt to the ground with my arms wrapping around my knees and my eyes closed. The holding cell was dimly lit, with the only source of light coming from a small window, casting shadows across the cold, stone walls. Aiden and Conrad lay on
"How I wish you won't regret losing us again, Alpha Romulo," I replied, my voice strained with utter regret and dismay. "If we were the monsters you think we are, isn't it ironic that we are still locked up in this hell of a place?" Alpha Romulo's expression remained impassive, save for a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. Perhaps he was intrigued by my sudden shift in tone, my sincerity flowing through each word. After a lingering pause, he nodded to his betas, signaling their departure. They evacuated the place, leaving us alone once again, a sense of resignation settled upon us. We were trapped with no way to escape the inevitable. The hours ticked by. And the weight of our impending doom hanging heavily in the air. "You could have done something, Ethan," Conrad highly suggested it. "The Ethan that I know would do something, everything, in his power to make things right. But you didn't. And I started to doubt if you are the real one." "We are the real ones, Conr