Chronicles of the Wolf III: Brotherhood of the wolf

Chapter 9

Luna threw her stuff to the side and walked into her house.

“Mistress?” her old maid and caretaker sounded concerned.

“He knew who I was,” Andromeda said.

“Who?” The old woman asked.

“Adam Live,” Andromeda said she nervously tried to choke away the fear that she was feeling in her throat and her gut.

“Master Live discovered it?” she asked.

“No, he f*****g knew,” Andromeda said feeling frustrated.

She was trying to figure out how it was that anyone would have known anything about her. Andromeda had almost started to think that Adam knew since earlier, but after this last conversation, she knew it, she knew he knew who she was. The question was how?

She walked through the hallways opening doors and feeling all matter of emotions. She knew she wasn’t safe. She knew that her daughters were not safe. She shook her head and wiped tears from her eyes. If Adam Live really knew who she was then that meant he knew where she came from. That Cradle that existed on her world on her version of Saffar, the one that had been built when the Alnilam had come.

The one that was genetically experimenting, the one that created creatures like her. Her wide range of emotions was causing all sorts of sensations surge through her, it was like being back in the Cradle back where she met that boy that protected her. That other experiment called himself Ben, he had prevented so many things from occurring to her throughout the time she had been in the Cradle.

Ben had tried to break her out, Ben had tried to break all of them out. But then he came, that creature, that lizard wearing the orange glass filters. Andromeda had become so much more than what she was back, a quiet introverted and enslaved girl, a creature they had created out of god knows what. Andromeda knew something similar had happened here, they called it Project Rho, on her world they didn’t even have such a luxury. They just did whatever the hell they felt like.

If Adam Live knew what she was, that probably was the reason why he chose her to be a wet nurse to his sister, he also probably knew that her own daughter was also a result of an experimentation, though Ben and her tried to reverse a lot of the changes. Lord knew if that helped though.

“Your missemotional,” Hanuman suddenly said as she walked through the hallway and was about to open another door.

“Did you know?” Andromeda said looking at him. “Of course, you did, your omniscient. I bet you know what he is also do you not?”

“I can’t say no to that,” Hanuman said.

“You are despicable.” Andromeda said and she opened the door and walked through it. She continued to walk as Hanuman popped next to her again.

“Hey, you figured it out on your own, not even the others have figure that out.” Hanuman said. “Why do you think I put you so close to that creep?”

“You could have told me,” Andromeda said.

“And what good would that serve?” Hanuman said. “I knew you would react like this, having a little hissy fit from the onset when I need you to stop being so emotional.”

“I have a right to be emotional,” Andromeda said.

“I get it, he killed Ben.” Hanuman said. “You have to remember though, that you have an obligation to your kid…well I guess kids. Plus, like I told you, there’s a third one you need to help.”

“Whatever you are planning with that girl I want no part of it,” Andromeda said. “You have already involved way too many people out of some sort of vested interest.”

“Hey some of you got involved on your own.” Hanuman said shrugging. “That however is besides, the point, there’s a little girl that needs your help, not only that but I told you of the way we can bring that i***t down.”

“I don’t care about your plans,” Andromeda said.

“Look,” Hanuman said as he threw something at Andromeda. Andromeda caught it and saw it was a picture of a beautiful little girl that could have been her own daughter.

“Who is she?” Andromeda asked.

“Long story short, there was a guy from universe 615 named Christobal Sandoval, that I was trying to nudge in the right direction. Chris, as he was called had a family. His wife was named Iva, and their daughter is named Orion. That,” Hanuman pointed at the picture. “Is Orion, as you know when idiots come through the rift without the Brotherhood, they become their versions of themselves in this dimension. So…”

“Wait this is Uriel’s daughter,” Andromeda said looking closer at the picture, Hanuman nodded. “Now that earlier conversation makes sense. He thinks that they know about the Brotherhood.”

“Precisely,” Hanuman said. “Now if you excuse me, the guy writing this thinks he did this massive amount of info dump, so you’re not going to see me anymore as the plot moves forward. So sorry, to just dump info on you and run but he wants me to leave right now. Catch you later.”

With that Hanuman disappeared leaving Andromeda trying to figure out what that last part of it was, but Andromeda did recognize something. Her maternal instincts suddenly wanted to help find this other girl.

Meanwhile

“Now if you excuse me, the guy writing this thinks he did this massive amount of info dump, so you’re not going to see me anymore as the plot moves forward. So sorry, to just dump info on you and run but he wants me to leave right now. Catch you later.” Hanuman said suddenly.

I did not even have time to say or do anything before Hanuman simply disappeared. I was left there wondering yet again what he was talking about. However, there was one thing clear to me on what we needed to do. We had to find this Brotherhood thing before Adam Live and his cronies did. The question was how were we able to find this thing?

“Is there a way to find any information about this Brotherhood thing?” I asked to Walker. Walker shrugged.

“You know more about it than I do really,” Walker said. “It seemed like it was something that was given to a member of your peoples.”

“I wish I could find these damn werewolves to see if it is them,” I said. “And if it is them, then we would need to find someone like a chief.”

There was something about the description of these werewolves that were eating away at me since I first started hearing about them. The descriptions said that they had red, or maybe orange fur. I knew that there was a tribe of red fur Beghrest that were called the Krasnyy. They were outside of my father’s jurisdiction, but I was trying to remember if I had ever met the Krasnyy Chief or not.

The Krasnyy, if I remember correctly were off near Lake Issyk. Now that I was talking about this whole thing, I did think it was weird I had not seen them when Lacia and I had gone to this area of Kyzlbrahma, at the time I just assumed they had left this area because they had also been attacked by the lizard creatures. I remember being over there before when I was younger, I even remember that there was a young Beghrest who was about my age.

I almost thought his name was H’ereka the Malinovvy, of course if that was 40 years ago and most of my kind did not go through the same teleportation as I did, then H’ereka would be an old Beghrest by now. However, since they had at least been teleported here, that means he still could be around my age.

As I was thinking about this I suddenly saw this poster that was plastered all over the place. It showed a young woman with this very beautiful red hair wearing armor that looked like the one that Eva wore, except hers was red also. I stopped because something grabbed my attention.

“Oh, wow she’s in the Regional Quarter-finals again?” Walker said.

“You know her pup?” I asked.

“Yeah she’s Erika Redd,” Walker said, and I shot him a look.

“What?!” I said.

“What?” Walker said looking at me confused.

I turned back to the poster and looked at it. I felt confused that was a bit too similar to H’ereka’s name. I began to ponder if he was actually a female and not a male like I had thought. H’ereka was both a male name and female name. I always assumed it was a male because from I remember, H’ereka was supposed to take up after the last chief of the clan.

Sure, there were female Chiefs before in our society. It was not uncommon. I however was having difficulty understanding if it could be the same person I was thinking about. I looked at the poster and noticed that she was wearing a belt. It looked familiar, I stared at it and then looked down at my own belt.

“Hey, she is wearing a similar belt, isn’t she?” Walker said noticing the same thing I did. “You don’t think?”

“What does that say exactly?” I asked.

“It says, ‘See the Red Queen Erica Redd, live in her fifth regional quarter finals appearance. Will she finally be able to break through to the semis?’” Walker read the poster.

“Fifth?” I said. “That implies that she’s been here at least for five years then.” I looked at the poster again. “Where do you think we can find her?”

“I don’t know,” Walker said. “Actually, hold on, it says that she has a meet and greet for the next week.”

“A meet and what?” I asked.

“You meet with someone and say hello,” Walker said.

“That sounds stupid.” I said. “Why would one do that?”

“Did you not have people who were idolized back in Kyzlbrahma?” Walker asked. I thought about that for a moment.

“I can’t think of any situation,” I said. “But fine lets go do this meet and greet.”