‘There’s nothing you can do about it. He needs to be out of the way.’


    Arabe shook her head and red at the grey-haired woman before her. “ze is mine, and I will never let anyone take my happiness from me the second time. I might be naive before; I am a lot smarter now.”Text property ? N?vel(D)ra/ma.Org.


    “This isn’t all about you being smart, Child.” Said the woman. “It’s about your destinying into fulfillment, and that man needs to go!”


    Arabe gasped as she was yanked forward and then flung backward simultaneously.


    Her back mmed into arge tree. Arabe’s eyes widened, and her eyes darted around the gloomy forest; the woman wasn’t in sight, but she knew it wasn’t the end.


    She groaned as she felt a prick on her neck, and she fell to the floor almost immediately, gasping for breath.


    “He needs to go!” A shrill voice said, almost deafening her.


    Arabe shivered and jerked awake.


    It was a dream, she reminded herself, and it wasn’t the first time it was happening. Ever since she came to the Phoenix pce, she had never stayed without a nightmare, and it was all centered on ze. Orga had said it as well. ze needed to die. But why?


    Arabe didn’t know the reason. As much as she tried to think of why ze needed to die for her destiny to be fulfilled, her mind came up with nothing.


    It was nk.


    She couldn’t think of how ze wronged anyone because, as far as she was concerned, he was the sweetest soul, and only the Alpha that shall not be named should be in his shoes.


    If she were given the opportunity, she’d do the killing herself.


    At the same time, she was d she didn’t have to kill him. At least she was far from him.


    ze strode into the room, and Arabe sat up straight.


    She frowned as she glimpsed his stormy expression.


    “What’s the matter?”She mumbled, climbing down from the bed.


    A wince escaped her lips as the reminder of what had happened the night before flooded her mind.


    She shook her head and limped towards him.


    “You are limping.” Said ze, staring at her and momentarily forgetting why he hade into the room in the first ce.


    “I’m fine,” Arabe said. “You look worried.”


    “I did?” He furrowed his brows.


    “You were,” Arabe said. “And I know you are trying to dodge my question. But you must think about it again because you can’t easily evade it as you used to.”


    “I’m not evading your question, but I don’t think you must know.”


    “Whatever troubles you trouble me as well. So, I am concerned.”


    ze nodded. And he gripped her shoulder. “Promise me you won’t freak out.”


    “You are making me freak out already.”


    “Just promise me, and I am here to protect you no matter what.”


    Arabe shuddered slightly for emphasis and rolled her eyes again to make it seem as though she was barely serious and only wanted to know what was going on. “Now, this is making me more frightened.”


    “Sandro ising.”


    “He’s what?!” She snapped, moving out of his embrace.


    “He’sing,” ze murmured.


    “What do you mean by he’sing? He’s at Cooan.” Said Arabe, as if ze was dumb to have forgotten that.


    “He was,” ze said. “But somehow, he’sing. I don’t know how he could locate here, but…”


    “No,” Arabe mumbled, shutting out what he was about to say. “No, no, no. He shouldn’t be here!”


    “Hey…” ze gripped her hand.


    Arabe pped ze’s hand from hers and stalked towards the door. “He can’t fucking be here!”


    ze ran a hand through his hair and heaved a breath. He was confused as well. He didn’t know what was happening, but Orga had talked about world discement.


    Someone had done that, and he said it was the necessary thing to do at the moment due to the greater devil that wasing. Also, it had been done to disce the location of the chosen one, who was Arabe, since her current location was known.


    The more he thought about all that was said and the information he was able to collect, he didn’t think he couldprehend all.


    .


    .


    “Where the hell is this ce?” Thalia’s voice echoed in his mind.


    Sandro shook his head and stared at where they were. It was dark, but somehow he could see. Even better than he would have thought.


    “I don’t know.” He mumbled as she strode towards him.


    One minute he had been on the bed writhing in pain even after he was administered the shot again; the next moment, he was sent flying out of his room.


    And he was at an unknown destination at the moment.


    “Signore?”


    “Alpha?”


    He wasn’t alone. Sandro realized. He had thought only he and Thalia was teleported, but it seemed as though everyone in the Vi had been.


    Sandro turned, and he frowned as he saw all his pack members huddled together.


    “What’s happening?” James stepped towards him. “I was strolling by the dungeon, and I found myself here next.”


    Sandro was confident every other person had simr stories to his and James’s own.


    And if allowed them to start speaking one after the other, he doubted they’d be able to get out of where they were.


    Sandro sighed, “It seemed something happened. The world had been disced and reconstructed.”


    “How and who’d do such?” Thalia asked and she swatted her hand in the air, trying to make out a wall. But she felt nothing.


    “Only a powerful sorceress can, and it is most especially used when the location of something or someone doesn’t want to be revealed,” Sandro said.


    Sandro could guess whose location didn’t want to get revealed. He assumed it was Arabe’s location as the rose. As it was said in the prophecy, anyone who got the Rose would use her for evil deeds.


    But Sandro didn’t care about that. Although his primary purpose wasn’t to find Arabe before, it was now. He needed her.


    He needed to be alive. He couldn’t die. He hadn’t done what he wanted, and he needed to break the curse as well. Time was running out for him, and he doubted he would get to her before it became toote.


    “There’s a light!” Thalia eximed


    Sandro narrowed his eyes toward where Thalia pointed to. He squinted and shielded his eyes as a bright light shed in his eyes.


    Grimacing, he turned, waiting for it to dim before he’d look.


    Then he saw something, or was it someone walking towards him? Sandro couldn’t figure out what it was as he was immediately yanked forward.


    He gasped, opening his eyes, and for a second, his eyes collided with Arabe’s.


    Before he was shoved back andnded somewhere else.


    But it wasn’t just somewhere else; it was Ascostan, a ce where his pack formerly was.


    But that wasn’t the worst. He had been shoved into his enemy’s hand, wounded and unprepared. Could it get any worse?