Chapter 175
J rushed to hold Daran’s shoulder.
She could feel his body trembling under her touch. The blood dripped down from his fingertips and
fell to the ground, forming a small pool of blood.
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Normally, Daran’s wolf could heal his wound…But this one was too severe!
Daran would bleed to death before the wolf’s healing power kicked in.
He needed medical care!
“Westin!” J snapped her head back and cried, “Please, I am begging
you…Daran–he might not be your favorite person on this, but we are on the same side!
Please save him!”
“…Don’t…”
Daran hissed under his breath, “Don’t fucking beg him…he won’t do it…”
“Swallow your goddamn pride!” J snapped.
Westin crossed his arms in front of his chest, his face unreadable.
Edwin let out a coldugh, “ording to Westin, Daran tried to kill him on numerous asions.
Why would we save the life of an enemy?”
J clenched her fists, “He is not your enemy!”
Edwin crinkled his nose. He apparently didn’t agree.
Yet Westin raised a hand and stopped Edwin from arguing with J.
“See if our men have some bandages,” he said quietly, looking at Daran. “We should stop his
bleeding first.”
Edwin rounded his eyes and blurted out, “But my King-
J’s heart skipped a beat.
She couldn’t hide the shock on her face.
Wait a second…King?
Westin was not only a Lycan….
He was the Lycan King?!
“Go,” Westin repeated himself.
Edwin still looked reluctant, but he followed Westin’s order and disappeared into the woods.
Westin walked up to J and crouched down till he met with her eye level.
“Sorry that I have kept my identity from you.” he said with a faint smile, “It must be a shock to you.”
J was rendered speechless with shock.
After a long pause, she finally found her tongue again, “Yeah…Lycan is a myth to us…let alone the
Lycan King…”
Westin shrugged, “We don’t normally show ourselves in front of you. It is natural that you don’t know
that we exist.”
“Then what are you doing in the Grace Ruin this time?” Daran asked abruptly.
His voice was weak because of the blood loss.
Yet his tone was harsh.
Westin narrowed his eyes at Daran, “You should learn to be more respectful now that you have
known about my identity.”
Daran let out a coldugh, “You are Lycan’s King, not my King. The roques chose to
Daran let out a coldugh, “You are Lycan’s King, not my King. The rogues chose to bend their
backs to you, but it doesn’t mean that I will do the same. Now tell me, why did the mighty Lycan
King go undercover himself? What is your goal?”
The two men stared at each other hostilely.
Tension was quickly building in the air.
J was looking at Westin as well.
She had the same question.
It was
still unclear as to what the Lycan was trying to aplish here. Westin said. something about
restoring the peace once before. But that was very vague.
After a few moments of silence, Westin said, “We want to kill Lance.”
“Because?” Daran immediately pursued.
“He is a threat to this world. He has caused too many wars and—”
“BULLSHIT!”
Daran snarled, interrupting Westin forcefully:
“This isn’t the first time that werewolves and the rogues went to war. The Lycans never gave a shit
about it. Why do you suddenly care now?”
Westin’s face grew cold.
“I don’t need to exin ourselves to you, Daran.” he said icily, “The main point is that we are trying
to end Lance’s life. Just say if you are with us or not.”
“Let’s say that I do…” Daran kept his gaze fixed on Westin’s face, “Do you have a n? Lance is
immortal in his territory. We have to lure him out of this ce.”
“It is going to be hard.”
J joined the discussion, worried, “We did it once already. He will be alert this time.”
“It doesn’t have to be soplicated this time.” Westin said, “You already destroyed his pce. His
subjects are all panicked. I will have Edwin go into the city and shout the message to his subjects,
saying that anyone who remains in this city after midnight tonight will be executed by the Lycans.
The rogues fear us. They will leave. Once thisnd is vacated, it will no longer be part of Rogue’s
territory. Lance won’t be protected by the Rogue King’s immortality.”
Hence, they would be free to kill Lance right in the city.
It sounded like a workable n.
Edwin came back with the bandage and tossed it to Daran.
“You don’t need maids to help with that, do you?” he asked mockingly.
Daran rolled his eyes.
“I will help him,” J’said.
Westin stared appraisingly at J, “You are not changing your heart again, right. J?
Remember how he hurt you before?”
Daran’s eyes were slits of rage, “Stay the fuck out of our business-”
“I know what I am doing. Thank you, Westin.” J said in a polite yet firm voice, “Now if you don’t
mind, I want to have a word alone with Daran.”
Westin shrugged and stood up, “Fine. I can be the bigger man here.”
He headed towards the woods but stopped again after a few steps.
“But don’t get too intimate with him, alright?” he looked back at J with a faint smile, “…I might
get jealous.”
Then he left.
Daran red at him till his back disappeared into the woods and hissed, “What a condescending
asshole-”
“You are no better,” J snapped.
She ripped off Daran’s jacket and started wrapping his wound.
With her hands busy with the wrapping, she asked Daran in a low voice, “Now I want
you to bepletely honest with me. What did you and Lance talk about before your fight?”
Daran hissed at the pain, “…Why do you ask?”
“Don’t fucking y dumb with me!”
J snapped as she continued with her work:
“We had a chance of killing Lance before. But you got cold feet at thest second and chose to
be Lance’s buddy. So why choose to work with Westin now? What happened? How do I know
if you aren’t going to change your mind again?”
Daran breathed out a heavy sigh, “I needed him alive because he is the only one who knew how to
make one because The King, The Werewolf King. If he died, this secret buried with him.‘
“Yeah, that part I am aware of. So now-”
“He just told me the method,” Daran’nodded.
“And? Spill it out! Why are you paranoid that I might fight for the kingship with you or something?”
J snapped.
Daran chuckled lowly, “Easy. I am just getting there. Be the Werewolf King, requires both a
strong Alpha and the Rogue King. One party should offer his blood as
a tribute to another, as a symbol of submission. Both parties must act VOLUNTARILY during the
whole process.”
J rounded her eyes in shock.
…A voluntary blood tribute?/
At this very moment, so mány things started to make so much sense to her.
Like why Lance insisted on bringing them back to the Grace Ruin, despite the objections from his
subjects.
And why Lance was so obsessed with being friends with Daran, even though they appeared to be
enemies.
Because winning one war was never Lance’s goal.
Lance wanted to be the Werewolf King from day one.
To do that, he needed Daran to offer him the blood. And he couldn’t force Daran. He needed to win
Daran over first!
“Oh my god….this–this is…”
She murmured, still overwhelmed by all the information.
“Shocking? Appalling? Hard to believe? I know,” Daran agreed.
“So earlier, you two started fighting because-”
“I offered him my blood, but the ritual didn’t work. Naturally, he knew that I was never really on his
side, and that I had been lying about my loyalty. He was furious.”
J nodded slowly.
She could imagine Lance’s frustration.
“Hey.”
Daran cupped J’s face and stared into her eyes, “This will soon be over. Lance is at the end of
his wits. We will kill him. But before that, I need your help with one more thing
J blinked, “What is that?”
“Lance is dead. But there will be a new Rogue King. This person must be somebody we can trust,
somebody who is not a war manic, somebody we can control, somebody-
J widened her eyes as Daran uttered thest few words:
“-who will voluntarily offer me the blood after we kill Lance.”