CARLYLE’S POV
Getting to Aridah, the seal looked fine with no problem at all and everything around looked normal the
way it is. But then, one could never get too careful. Double–checking the facts, I tried my best to find
the endpoint of the seal which is usually the most. vulnerable part of such seals.
Then, I saw it after manifesting my werewolf to aplete maximum. The seal looked fine on the
surface at that point with just a little crack but on a closer look, one could find that the seal has been
opened before in that spot, not once, nor twice. The signs were there.
No wonder! Things began to click in my mind as the scenarios I had pictured before came to y in it
while I ruminated over the things that happened. The hypotheses It made about the recent happenings
around, both in my pack and the deserted viges. seemed to be true to some extent.
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The worst part of the discovery was that the seal couldn’t hold off for long anymore as it has been
opened consecutively.
“What would happen if the seal breaks before it’s repair?” Donnie asked, probably thinking of the
possibility of things not happening the way I exined to her.
“Then a war is inevitable. The Canthrastras would be able to escapepletely. From the look of it, the
war would be one of a kind that have ever been experienced in decades.” I replied her, earning
furrowed brows from her.
No one would be happy hearing the news that something terrible is likely to happen; talk less of a war
news.
“Did you hear a sound just now?” Sidonnie suddenly asked, looking around all at alert.
“What sound?”
“I don’t know. I can’t seem to figure it out.” She replied and I looked around, but there was nothing in
sight and I couldn’t hear anything. Suddenly, I noticed the White Dasiers in the basket Donnie carried,
emitting a blue glow. The glow looked brighter than usual and I was surprised at the scene.
Something around must have triggered that reaction from it but it was beyond myprehension.
“Donnic, take a…” My words hung in the air, abruptly cut off as a group of armed beings suddenly
showed up before us. Donnie was visibly frightened and she instinctively positioned herself behind me
while I remained fixed, studying the sudden intrusion. The armed men, equipped as if preparing for
battle, demanded an introduction. “Who are you?” one of them inquired, but I offered no immediate
response. Upon closer inspection, I spected that they might be Canthrastras, yet their physical
appearance contradicted my expectations. It had been quite some time since I encountered that
species, and these individuals didn’t align with my memories. Thest
Alpha status. encounter was during my teenage years, before I ascended to
“You don’t have to think too deep; we’re what you think,” a voice resonated from among them,
revealing a familiarity that sent shivers down my spine. They possessed the uncanny ability to grasp
one’s thoughts upon eye contact.
“Are they Canthrastras?” Donnie whispered in a hushed tone, unaware that they could hear her more
clearly than I could.
“Yes, youngdy. We are Canthrastras. Any problem with that?” their leader responded.
“Yes, there is. But before the problem manifests, how did you guyse out through the seal? How
were you able to crack the seal without breaking it?” I probed, attempting to extract information despite
the slim chances.
“Are you seriously expecting a reply from us? Dream on!” came the dismissive response. Suddenly,
their leader issued amand,
“Charge!” In an instant, all forty of them surged toward Donnie and me, their intentions ominous and
veiled in the shadows of uncertainty.
As the Canthrastras charged, a battle began in ernest in a flurry of swift movements and shing
weapons. Instinctively, I drew on my Alpha abilities, my senses heightened as I assessed the situation.
Donnie also sensed the urgency and swiftly joined the fray, her determination evident as she skillfully
engaged the adversaries.
Amidst the chaos, ourmunication became a synchronized dance of orders and
actions.
“Donnie, cover the left nk!” I shouted, deflecting a blow with my weapon. She responded promptly,
seamlessly adjusting her position to shield our vulnerable side. The Canthrastras, though formidable,
seemed caught off guard by the coordinated resistance. The skirmish intensified, each sh of
weapons echoing in the night. The leader, seemingly unfazed, locked eyes with me, attempting to
exploit the unique
ability of his kind.
“Donnie, stay focused‘ Their eye contact may reveal our strategies!” I warned, parrying a series of
strikes and she nodded in acknowledgment, her focus unwavering.
As the battle unfolded, a pattern emerged in the Canthrastras’ attacks.
“They’re trying to nk us from the right! Adjust your position,” Donnie ryed to me her observations
proving crucial in our defense. Our synchronized efforts gradually turned the tide, creating a strategic
advantage.
In the midst of the exhausting confrontation, we managed to exchange nces, wordlessly conveying a
shared determination to ovee this unexpected threat.
The chaos of battle reached a crescendo with the Canthrastras seemingly gaining the upper hand as I
and Donnie were getting exhausted. In the midst of the struggle, a sudden twist of fate unfolded.
The White Dasier flowers in Donnie’s basket suddenly flew into the air. Suspended in the air, they
transformed into a gleaming, elongated weapons, as if guided by an unseen force. After aplete
transformation, the several piecesbined into one big weapon, very long and shiny that I’ve never
seen a weapon it’s kind before.
Mesmerized by the unexpected scene, I watched in awe as the floral weapon materialized fully. But, to
my horror, it lunged toward me, its sharp end aimed with precision, all looking like it was being
controlled still. Before I could react, Donnie, sensed the imminent danger, and moved swiftly in front of
me on the spur of the moment. Then the weapon stabbed her in her shoulder.
Time seemed to freeze as disbelief washed over me. Donnie, who had valiantly fought by my side, now
bore the brunt of a weapon that moments ago was a symbol of beauty and serenity. The once vibrant
White Dasier had turned into an instrument of harm, leaving an unexpected and painful wound in its
wake.
“Aaarrgh.” She fell on her knees, feeling so weak.
The battleground fell silent, the Canthrastras pausing in their assault as they observed the unforeseen
turn of events. I rushed to Donnie’s side, a mix of anguish and fury gripping my heart.
Now, I’ve had enough.
“Kill!” I yelled, facing the sky. In a minute, the Canthrastras fell dead in one swoop. The Death Force did
their job.
Donnie was losing a lot of blood by the time they died. First, I pulled out the weapon, cut myself with
my fangs following the healing ritual and made sure several drops of itnded on the huge shoulder
wound.
“Hang in there please. Do you hear me, Donnie.” She was falling unconscious.
“Yes, Alpha Carlyle. I will.” She writhed in pain, shattering my heart into pieces. Laryl was also very
eager to make sure she was alright.
After much effort, I was able to stop the blood from gushing out but the wound was still there, not
healing properly like it should. Something was wrong and I was at a loss on what to do.
“Let’s not waste time on this thing, Alpha Carlyle. There are more important things for you to do, for us
to do.”
“No thing is more important than you, Donnie. I owe you one for this” I cupped get. smooth face in
mine, staring right into her pain filled eyes.
“No, I’m not as important. We have to stop the impending war. From the look of things, it’s…” She
trailed off, due to the pain she was experiencing.
“It’s okay, Donnie. I understand everything you’re saying. You don’t need to stress over talking.”
“There’s no time, Alpha Carlyle. We have to get going. We don’t know their ns!” She said with a tone
of urgency.