All Chapters of THE ROYALTY OF WOLFES: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

My sacred parts tremble.I'm completely sore and tender as I roll over onto my stomach and look at Mig.He sleeps next to me with a peace I don't know. The usually tense lines of his face are relaxed. He has never looked so young as he does in this moment, when the sunlight streams in through the open window—just a warm, pearly glow—vaguely brighter than the moon.It's been half an hour since he left my body and he looked at me one last time before taking a deep breath and closing his eyes.I am exhausted.I would like to hug him and get some sleep too, but I know I shouldn't.Arina is alone. I want to be by her side when she wakes up. So I get up and put on my tunic, which is lying in a corner.When I stand up again I feel Miguel's seed running down my legs for all the times he had his climax inside me.I clean myself with the fur blanket and get dressed.I go as quietly as I can to the door and give him a look before leaving.He hadn't moved since lying in that position. His parted

Arina is in our old room.I mentally prepare myself before entering, afraid of finding the bodies of my Sisters on the floor, but there is nothing there but the messy beds and trunks with our shared belongings.The dust from the ground rises to my feet as I step forward.Azerai is in the hallway with his arms crossed over his chest, in a patient waiting attitude. He doesn't look at me. His eyes are on the floor, on the wall, anywhere.I see Arina standing near the bed we shared.She touches the tangled sheet and looks around as if looking for something.— They were here — he murmurs when I approach. — Our Sisters. They died here. Where are? What happened to their sacred bodies?- I don't know…— What if any of them survived? Like us — Arina quickly looks at me. —There's a chance, isn't there? Oh no…I also went through this moment of denial. I thought my Sister had already gotten over our tragedy.I offer you the only thing I think will comfort you.— We can look. It's a small island.

Arina is just a little surprised by my hypotheses. She didn't imagine this, but she seems to understand that it is plausible.— Yes, I think I read something about that somewhere. About the Servants who were on the mainland returning to the Island. But if they were pregnant, what happened to these children? — my sister questions out loud. — Servants of the Goddess only give birth to other Servants. Women. That's it? Her Daughters stayed here on the Island and were raised as Servants?I shake my shoulders.I'm still disturbed by the conversation I had with Mig, but I try to stick to what Arina and I said.— The Mothers had their own archive on their floor, didn't they? Is there any chance the answers are there? I ask.— There's a file up there, it's true. I saw him. It's in a small room at the back. But everything was under lock and key. How will we get in?— Let's look for the key. It must be here somewhere and-… — What are you doing there?The hoarse voice so close startles us.My si

I can see sunlight streaming in through one of the hallway windows as I stretch, tired yet full of energy.I discovered several things in the last few hours. One of them; Arina is the daughter of Mother Heste. This surprises me very, very much, but I don't think it's relevant to my Sister. Nowhere was the one who brought me into the world mentioned. Either this, in fact, was never written, or someone tried very hard to hide it.Another thing; The arrival of Miguel and the wolves on our island was predicted many, many years ago before Ceisa made that prediction. A Sister called Iyo predicted the arrival of wolves on our beaches even before the Break with men.There are a hundred predictions that have not yet come true, but that have been cataloged and stored here. I can't handle half of it. And I'm also more interested in those involving the past.I'm almost giving up when I think I finally find what I'm looking for.It is the prediction of a Sister called Zaine.She talks about the "l

— Are you saying that our Mother Goddess is… somehow… a goddess of your culture? — my Sister frowns at the Prince, almost offended.I understand your irritation. We had very strict discipline over our Mother Goddess and what this wolf says actually seems like a type of blasphemy, but I place a hand on my Sister's arm and ask her for patience with a look.Let's let these wolves talk.— I think it's worth going deeper into this — Azerai continues. — Maybe it will enlighten us about the prophecy and everything else.I nod.Arina maintains her irritated expression.— Do you have any paintings or drawings of your Goddess? — Miguel asks more politely. — If she looks like any of our cannis goddesses, I'll recognize her.Lightning passes through me.A hundred memories hitting me hard.Oh no…— You said I look like your goddess of lust — I murmur hoarsely, unaware of my next voice.Miguel looks at me for the first time in the last few hours, and his red eye opens wider with surprise, understan