Chapter 133


    Zenovia


    I hesitated. As much as I wanted to hear the story, I was afraid Cahan would drown himself in


    alcohol. I had never seen him drink like this. Or so unstable. I had seen his rage and temper…but


    this…seeing the most fierce king of werewolves look so helpless and miserable was new to me.


    I was not sure if I could handle him if he broke down.


    And, I was also dreading to hear the entire truth. My belief system was already shaken. Just how much


    more could I hear? Was I ready for it?


    He noticed the confusing emotions sh in my eyes and asked, “Are you sure you want to hear the


    truth, Zee? Theplete and absolute truth? I am still giving you the chance to walk away from this.


    You don’t have to know or hear anything.”


    I gulped nervously and my hold on his hand loosened.


    There was no turning back now. I was not sure when he would open up to me again if he had not even


    shared all of this with his trusted friends.


    “You are not touching another bottle,” I added, trying my best to not let my voice shake, and stepped


    back as Cahan smiled and lifted the bottle to put it directly to his lips.


    “You know what? Today is not the first day I saw you wandering in the forest all alone.”


    I stared at him in confusion.


    “No, I only left or tried to run away from you once.”


    But Cahan shook his head. “Pretty sure this is the second time. The first time I saw you, just like


    tonight in the forest, wandering alone in the night.”


    I scratched my head. How could that be possible?


    “I don’t remember.”


    “I only recalled it now. You did not look hurt to me in any way, so I let it slide, but I should have noticed


    that something was off when you did not have an answer to why you had wandered in the forest sote


    at night all by yourself. I only thought you did that to piss me off.”


    I shook my head again. “No, I still don’t recall that night.”


    “Hmm” Cahan had that faraway look in his eyes, as if he was wondering what it could mean.


    “I have doubts about how Mirabel found you when she has never shown me her face in all these years,


    but I will unravel that mysteryter. But there is one thing I am certain of.”


    “What?”


    After taking one long swig, he spoke, “The memory that you saw… Mirabel showed that to you for a


    reason.”


    He sat on the chair in front of me and took another swig. His eyes were red, and I could see how hard


    he was fighting to control his emotions. The bottle was almost empty.


    “When I went that night to talk about a truce, Selene was angered by my suggestion. I went to her


    bearing the news of several deaths and how our forces were almost defeated. I begged her to


    reconsider her stance. I even offered to hold a meeting with Mirabel and maybe work as her ve for


    eternity, if that meant we could put an end to the war.”


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    He raised his eyebrow and looked up at me. “Want to guess what must have happened?”


    “She…she did not like it?”


    “That is putting it mildly. Selene was furious I would evene up with such a suggestion. And to


    make matters worse, she found out a secret I was hiding and punished me for it.”


    Cahan looked up at me, gauging my reaction. My heart was thudding wildly. I was sure he could hear


    it pretty clearly as well.


    “Wh-what was it?” I asked after taking a few deep breaths to calm my nerves…or at least tried to.


    However, I failed the task miserably.


    “The moment I spoke about a truce, Selene reprimanded me for bing weak. Love and


    live a loveless and lonely life, stating that nobody would ever love me because of my fate. I was


    condemned to slowly be the monster she made ine, slowly give in to the primal instincts and go


    feral.”


    A gasp left my mouth.


    My Goddess…she was so cruel?


    “I fell to her feet, begged and cried her to take her words back…not for myself, obviously. I did not care


    what happened to me. But she was a lesser Goddess and the curse came into effect the moment


    Selene’s words left her mouth. Aisy…or Aislynn was the girl that you saw dying in the memory. Aisy


    paid the price for the rivalry between Mirabel and Selene. Her death put an end to a decade old battle


    as Mirabel pulled back her forces while Selene received a throne on the moon. And…and I was the one


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    who lost everything…”


    “But why would her death lead to a truce?” I asked, my voice shaking.


    I had seen him hold her close and cry bitterly in the memory Mirabel showed me. She must have been


    someone important enough for the wa to end..


    The memory was vivid and etched in my mind quite clearly of the way he had held onto her, begging


    Mirabel to help him. But Mirabel had stood there impassively, only waving her wand atst to help


    Aislynn’s journey to the afterlife.


    “Was she rted to Selene?” I asked.


    I had never really wondered about Selene’s bloodline, but if she had a father, she might have a sister


    as well. Aislynn looked truly beautiful, as if she was a goddess. So, my mind assumed she would be


    somehow rted. to Selene, that maybe she was Selene’s sister.


    Why else would Cahan cry over some unknown girl’s death?


    But his reply shocked me once again.


    “She was Mirabel’s daughter….”


    “What?”


    It looked like I was asking that question a lot. How did that make sense? The memory showed me


    Mirabel standing impassively,pletely unaffected by her daughter’s death.


    And Cahan was the one sobbing bitterly. Didn’t being Mirabel’s daughter turn her into Cahan’s


    enemy?


    My brows furrowed as I was trying to put the puzzle pieces together.


    Cahan gave me some time to digest this piece of information as he


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    kept staring at the moon as if trying to talk to Selene, or maybe demand justice from her.


    No, justice was thest thing he would ask from her. Maybe, he was just venting out his anger at her.


    Of all the times I hoped she was listening to us, now was the time I hoped it the most. I wanted to talk


    to her, demand an exnation from her despite being a mere mortal.


    My shock and confusion were now slowly turning into something else….into something I never thought


    I would feel for Selene.


    “This…the look on your face. I did not want that.” Cahan said, turning to look at me.


    “why not?” I countered.


    “Hope and faith are what keep us going, Zee. We are not normal creatures, neitherpletely human


    nor animal. Wey somewhere in the between, dangling in the two worlds while trying to blend in.”


    “That doesn’t justify what she did to you,” I replied, and he chuckled, putting the bottle to his lips again,


    only to realize that it was empty.


    “Not everybody is happy with God and fate. My sole experience should not determine what others think


    about Selene. As I said, hope and faith are the two things that keep us going. I did not want to rob them


    away from anyone…especially Matt, Dru, and El.”


    That made sense somehow. Now that I thought about it, Cahan would not really care about the


    implications of the curse. Death was what he was after, but he cared about his pack.


    But I had noticed the way he had trailed off when speaking about Aislynn and the way a lump had


    formed in his throat at the mention of her


    name.


    The way he trailed off told me there was more to it. He took a long pause and looked away as if what


    he was about to say would hurt me as if he did not have the courage to look me in the eye while saying


    it.


    I moved forward a little and coaxed him gently.


    “And? Who was Aislynn?” I asked the burning question in my mind.


    He clenched his fists, the grip on the ss tightening as he added in a


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