Mated To The Vengeful Wolf King

Arriving With an Impact

Liana's POV:

"Where did you hear that?" Vera asked, visibly scared.

I wondered why she would get so petrified when she heard that name.

"Ronan is talking to his men about the Wolf King. And everyone in that room seems terrified of that name.” I answered her.

"Of course they should. The Wolf King is an urban legend of a man that was said to be a ruthless and powerful werewolf who walked this earth around seven hundred years ago. He was so feared and a menace that some of the most powerful witches of that time sacrificed their lives just to cast a spell, cursing him to a deep sleep that he was never supposed to awaken from." She elaborated.

"If he's an urban legend, then why do you seem scared?" I questioned her.

Taking me by the hand and pulling me closer, she replied in a whisper. "It's because rumor has it, the curse was supposed to last as long as there's at least one remaining descendant of the witches who cursed him. Some people say, three months ago, the last descendant died and the Wolf King awoke from his deep sleep.” She answered me.

As soon as she said that, a thought crossed my mind, making me question whether it's just a coincidence or it was a connection.

"What?" She asked, obviously seeing me deep in thought.

"No, it's nothing. I was just thinking about how odd it is that the Wolf King woke up from his slumber, three months ago. Right about the same time that I started having those nightmares." I replied with a scoff.

On the other hand, Vera didn't look like she brushed off what I just said. Instead, she looked at me and had this 'What if it's connected' look on her face.

We looked at each other in silence, we could feel the tensions rising as our thoughts looked into that possibility. "I think we just need some fresh air." I said, breaking the silence to which Vera shook her head in agreement.

Walking out of the main doors, the moon cast it's light on us and on the path in front of us. Despite there being lights, it was rarely used as we loved the darkness more. Stepping on the bricks that paved the way, something felt off.

'Liana' A soft whisper sounded.

I turned around, looking to see if I could see who had called for me. Everyone was busy with their work and Vera was looking at me like I was running mad.

"Did you hear that?" I asked her, she just stared at me and nodded for a no.

"What are you talking about?"

"You didn't hear someone calling my name?"

I was sure that I heard it and Vera looked sure that she hadn't heard anything."I swear I just heard someone calling my name." I commented, wondering if I was running mad from being with Ronan.

If that was the case, it was a matter of time and I was already guessing that the time had arrived.

'Liana.'

The voice called out again, this time, a little but louder but still weak. It was as if the person was hurt, or coming from a deep sleep.

"There it goes again. You heard it, right? Please tell me that you heard it." I pleaded with Vera. I needed some assurance that I was not going mad, and every finger pointed towards madness.

"What's going on with you?" Vera asked, with genuine concern on her face.

"I don't know what is going on with me but I'm sure that I just heard someone calling me by my name. And I know I'm not crazy!" I responded, my voice starting to shake.

Just as she was about to say something, a bloodcurdling scream ripped through the air, forcing everyone to stop what they were doing. All heads turned towards the gate to the small pack village which was closed.

"The scream came from outside!" Someone shouted as people started running towards the gate to see what was happening. My initial instinct was to run and also find out what the problem was, but a familiar scent hit my nose.

It was that of something metallic and pungent and it was in the air. "Stop!" I shouted, bringing everyone to a halt.

Just then, the Pack door swung open and Ronan was standing there. His men behind him looked around and were visibly confused.

"What's going on?" Ronan demanded, looking at me as if he expected me to have answers.

"I can smell blood." I answered, as soon as I managed to figure out that the scent was that of blood.

"I just wanted a shot.” A voice came from outside the gate. Normally, it would be hard to hear what had been said. However, with the level of silence that there was, one could practically hear someone change their thoughts.

One of the doors creaked loudly, as the men standing guard at the gate slowly backed away. There was a man, standing in the shadows and looking at the entire CrimsonFall Pack like we weren't even there.

As he stood by the door, everyone was silent.

'Who was this man?'

I asked myself as I tried to place him in my thoughts. That's when it clicked. He was the same man that I had been seeing in my dreams.

"Who are you?" One of the guards asked but the strange man looked at him, almost amused by him. In the distance, I could see his eyes darken and his irises glowing, a bright shade of saffron gold.

"It can't be!" The other guard exclaimed.

I could see Ronan eyeing him with suspicion and that's when their eyes met.

In the crowd of a few tens, their eyes met and the man smiled sadistically.

He turned to the guard who was shaken. "I see you already know who I am, spectacular!" He announced with pride.

"For those who might not recognize me, I go by many names. Alaric the Cursed, Alaric the Twisted, but most of you might know me as Alaric, the Wolf King." He boasted a smile while everyone was in shock.