All Chapters of Two Mates and A Descendant : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

ARNOLDThe heaviness in the air weighs on me like a tangible burden as I watch Ethan and Hazel grapple with Hazel’s worsening condition. It's been weeks since she fell ill, and despite our best efforts, her sickness only seems to be worsening. I can see the worry etched on Ethan's face, mirroring my own concerns. “Ethan, we need to figure out what's going on with Hazel.” I say, my voice tinged with urgency as I approach him in the dimly lit room. He looks up at me, exhaustion evident in his eyes. “I know, Arnold. But we've tried everything. Nothing seems to be working.” “I understand, but we can't afford to give up now.” I reply, my tone firm. “We need answers, and we need them fast.” Ethan nods, his expression grave. “You're right. We need to consult with our pack doctor. Maybe he can shed some light on what's happening to Hazel.” I nod in agreement, feeling a glimmer of hope amidst the despair. “Let's do it. We'll find out why Hazel is suddenly sick and why she

HAZELI'm lying in bed, feeling weak and exhausted. The taste of dinner still lingers in my mouth, but suddenly, my stomach churns, and before I know it, I'm vomiting it all out. It's been happening more frequently lately, and I can't help but feel frustrated and helpless.Arnold rushes into the room, concern etched on his face. “Hazel, are you okay? What happened?” I shake my head weakly, unable to find the words to explain. The nausea and dizziness wash over me in waves, leaving me feeling dizzy and disoriented. “Ethan, come quickly!” Arnold calls out, panic evident in his voice. Ethan appears in the doorway, his eyes wide with alarm. “What's wrong? Hazel, are you alright?” I try to nod, but another wave of nausea hits me, and I'm left gasping for breath. Arnold helps me sit up, concern written all over his face. “We need to get her some help.” Ethan says, his voice urgent. “Call for the healer immediately.”Arnold nods and as soon as he is about to go out of the ro

ETHANHazel's form was not easy to contain, she was so big and massive, my brother and I got scared. The witch has been trying her best to make things work and help Hazel's current situation but it has been futile for a while. "I thought you said you were good at this?" Arnold snapped at the witch. "Why is it that you have not been of help since?" "With all due respect, your majesty, do not take that tone with me. You can see the improvement that I have made. I can't have you in this room, if you would distract us!" The woman yelled at my brother. "Please, he is just worried and he is letting his emotions take control of him. I promise to make him quiet and he will just watch with me from a corner.” As I stand at the front of the room with Arnold, the weight of the witch's confession hangs heavy in the air like a dense fog. We've all been on edge ever since Hazel fell ill, desperate for answers and solutions to the mysterious affliction that's taken hold of her. But now, as

HAZELAfter eating, the witch starts talking about what she knows about me. “At this point, your majesties, I’m sorry to say, but I don’t think that her majesty is ill. The probability still exists, because I don’t know how Dire wolves came to be, but I know that that is what she is.” The witch says, and the entire table is silent as they watch are. “Alright, so you said that you don’t know much about the Dire wolves, right?” Ethan asks. “Yes your majesty.” “But that means that you know some things, isn’t that true?” He asks again, and the witch nods. “Yes your majesty. I know that they are big wolves when they shift, and they can easily track down anyone simply using their sense of smell.” The witch says. “Legend has them to be evil and dangerous beings who show no mercy to their enemies.” She continues, and Arnold cuts in. “I think that should be all werewolves, depending on what the enemies have done.” Arnold says and Ethan chuckles, agreeing with his brother.

HAZELI wake up to the soft rays of sunlight streaming through the curtains, a nice sense of warmth enveloping me. For a moment, I'm lost in that blissful state between sleep and wakefulness, where reality and dreams blur together in a haze of beauty and peace. I’m still savoring it when I remember.. As consciousness fully returns, I'm hit with a wave of confusion. The events of yesterday flood back into my mind, the weight of the witch's words settling heavily on my chest. I'm a Dire wolf, a creature of legend and myth, and there's no going back. I sit up slowly, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I try to shake off the remnants of the dream that still cling to my mind. It had been a happy one, a rare moment of peace amidst the chaos that has become my life. In the dream, I had been running through the forest, my wolf form free and wild, even as big as it was, and the wind dancing through my fur as I raced through the trees. It was exhilarating, the sensation of speed and freedom c