Right after setting up everything in the mansion, one of Alpha Romulo's werewolf guardians drives me back to my apartment using his most expensive car. However, in the middle of our journey, my wolf could not help but notice he kept on stealing a glimpse at me from the rearview mirror and my instinct is telling me that he has something to say or was terrified of me. Well. I cannot blame him to feel that way. What happened the entire day at the mansion was beyond everyone's imagination. They want me to get arrested because of my confession. And my actions proved that I am different from them. "Just say it. I know something's bothering you since we got into this car." I broke the silence between us right now. The werewolf guardian immediately dodge my eyes from the rearview mirror and focused on the road ahead of us. However, his thunderous heartbeats even made it obvious that he was feeling uncomfortable with me. "Don't worry, I am not gonna bite you or cast ano
"No, you can't, Penelope. I'm so sorry." I quickly disagreed and insisted. "We still don't know who is the man behind the call. What if the man was one of the witches? What if it was part of their plan to lure me there?" I was about to let go of her hand but she pulled me back by force, closer to her chest. She then wrapped her arms around me. A lot of bypassers saw us and gave us these weird looks. However, we simply ignored them. I wrapped my arms around her as well. She gently rubbed my back. "Relax, Ethan," she uttered, her voice filled with faith, hope, and love. "You don't have to get things done alone, okay? You have me, your mate. I will never leave your side." Penelope's statement softened me, giving me a hard time thinking things through. A part of me doesn't want to involve her furthermore. But I know she already fixed her mind. And nothing can change or convince her anymore. Arguing with her is not the best solution either. So Penelope and I sprint
My wolf doesn't want to ruin the mood so I close my eyes and make a wish. There is only one thing that comes to my mind at the moment. If blowing a candle on my birthday would grant me one wish, I wish that tomorrow would be a success. Right after blowing the candles, everyone cheered and whooped in unison. The lights in the room were switched on, allowing me to see things much better. Delicious food and drinks were already served on the table. We then settled down on our respective seats and started devouring the food and drinks they prepared for me. On top of that, they have one table in the corner filled with gifts, I believed those are for me. "So, when are you and Penelope getting married, Ethan?" asks one of Aiden's friends. "I mean, if you know she's the one, you should have asked her hands already, don't you think?" The food that I just filled into my mouth almost got stuck in my throat as I could not believe someone would ask that kind of question. I r
"What about Penelope? Are you sure we don't need her here?" Aiden added before we hopped out of the car. "Penelope choose to stay with her parents, Aiden," I replied. "It would be better if we are not going to involve her in this mess. She also had the protection spell just like you and the rest of the pack. No one can hurt her right now." Aiden nodded in agreement. "Also, I need you to do something for me if things go south," I added. "I need you to stay with her if something bad happens to me. Do you understand?" From an agreement, Aiden furrowed this time. "You put effort into this case, Brother Ethan. Penelope and I trusted you. Stay with her since you are his mate. I made a lot of mistakes in the past. Caused you troubles. Even wished that she would choose me instead of you." My wolf could feel the warmth of Aiden's sincerity as he kept on talking. One thing that I want him to be on Penelope's side after my battle against the witches. Whatever the resu
"I highly suggest you guys get out of this place as soon as possible." Alpha Romulo highly suggested it. "The cops are on their way to the house." From the distance, indeed, the cops are on their way in our direction. My wolf can hear the boisterous sirens approaching. How did they know about Penelope being abducted? "Let's go, Brother Ethan." Aiden agreed. "The cops must not see us in the house in our werewolf forms." My wolf could not believe Aiden would agree to that. He loves Penelope more than I do to her. But it seems that he no longer cares about here. Why? Isn't she important to him anymore? "Don't worry, I'll keep you guys posted once we could get something from the cops." Alpha Romulo assured us. "And about her parents. They'll be fine in a few hours. They were terribly shocked because of what happened here." "Let's go, Brother Ethan." Aiden insisted. He even grabbed my shoulder and dragged me out of the house. The journey back to our apartment
Several long curve lines were written all over my face in disbelief. If my partly curious and confused brain serves me right, Aiden and I were having an emotional conversation in my room regarding the book. Then there were these specks of dust and tornado that swallowed us both. I know it was some sort of magic, but I did not expect to appear in this hell of a place. So I rubbed my eyes, believing I am just imagining things. Still, I found myself in a dimly lit room, surrounded by stone walls and iron bars. The air felt stagnant, and the only sounds were the distant echoes of murmured conversations. I glanced around and realized I was in an old-fashioned holding cell. Panic gripped my heart as I realized my companion, Aiden, was not with me. The cell's occupants were an assortment of men and women, young and old. What struck me the most was their clothes. It was as if I had been transported back in time, for each person wore clothes that harked back to bygone eras
"That, my friend, is what I mean when I told you about the only way we could see the outside world." Luciana pointed a finger outside the holding cell. Four humongous half-naked men with six-pack abs were approaching in our direction. All of them were holding a rifle in their hands and walked in communion. Their faces were fucking serious as if smiling is not part of their daily lives. On top of that, their eyes were sharp, looking in our direction. And from the way I could sense it, they are not here to make friends with me. The dimly lit holding cell echoed with hushed whispers as Luciana and I leaned closer to each other, trying to make sense of the situation. Gazing through the iron bars, we observed the intimidating figures who had just appeared, their eyes scanning the prisoners with an eerie intensity. Curiosity brimming in my voice, I turned to Luciana and asked, "Who are they, Luciana? Where did they come from?" Luciana's lips barely moved as
"You mean, there was another holding cell apart from ours?" I asked her, my voice was filled with faith and hope. Luciana nodded her head without even looking at me. There was no hope in her face as far as I sense it. "There is. Every crime was locked up in different holding cells," she replied. "Ours belonged to those who they believed used or caught practicing dark magic. Those who believed werewolves have their own holding cells. The same us criminals." "Do you, by chance, use magic?" I finally asked her the question that has been bothering me since I joined their holding cell. "I mean, I do believe magic exists. That was what happened to me and my brother. We were simply arguing about something but then all of a sudden, I woke up in this place." Luciana suddenly heaved a profound sigh. Still, she did not move her face out of the sky. "I know nothing about magic, young man. Isn't it ironic that if I used magic, I kept myself locked up in that hell of a place? Of cou