The Broken Werewolves: The Guardian (LBGT+)

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

The Angel's Revelation

Cloud, Kieran and I are in the same room together with Léandre lounging on the sofa, legs sprawled out as he stares at us lazily. Despite the presence, which is so strong, of the Great Alpha, Léandre doesn't seem so afraid of the werewolves. He's so good at hiding it. It looks like he has had a great sleep, considering he made his way to the living room with a huge smile plastered on his face.

"So what were you doing in our boundaries?" Cloud asks him, using his Alpha tone and I see Léandre flinch. He smiles awkwardly at us but doesn't respond. For an angel, who are supposed to be so bright and all, Léandre is dumb. "Answer. Now."

Léandre huffs, crossing his arms across his chest, which is, I guess, his favorite thing to do. "Earthlings, they think they own Earth!"

"He meant humans," I say to Cloud and Kieran, who have confusion drawn on their faces. Kieran purses his lips, preventing from speaking and his eyes glinting, his body shaking as he tries not to laugh. Cloud raises a brow at me then looks at his mate. "But we're not humans, Léandre. We're werewolves. We protect our place and we are very territorial, so please understand. For an angel, you're mean."

"Yes, I am an angel but that doesn't mean I should be pure, like, holy pure!" Léandre protests, rolling his eyes at me. Zane, my wolf, snickers at me. What Léandre said is true; he's an angel but that doesn't mean he should be always good. Stupid myths. "Everybody assumes that we angels should be very good. I can be a w***e, you know." He mutters childishly.

Kieran bursts out laughing, holding his tummy as he turns around, trying to catch his breath. Cloud's lips twitch into a smile but it fades out as soon as Léandre scowls at him. His aura says that he's good and doesn't mean harm.

Damien enters the room, wearing a black and red checkered polo, matched with jeans. His eyes are set on Léandre as he enters the room. His hair is gelled up, walking with confidence towards our directions. I'm pretty sure that Léandre is Damien's mate. The pull is not that really strong when it comes to this pair, but soon, they would be dying to be with each other. Damien looks at Léandre like he's the most beautiful man he has ever seen in his life. No wonder he beautified himself to look good for Léandre.

"I was just searching for demons," Léandre says, looking down on his fumbled fingers. He has become tensed, his shoulders sagged down as he seems to drown into his thoughts. Kieran's head snaps into his direction, eyes wide as if he can't believe what Léandre said. Demons. He was searching for demons. Now, if angels exist, then demons as well, right? "The dead is rising from the Spirit Realm. Demons are waking. If you have been in the Spirit Realm, you would know what I'm talking about."

"I've been there," Kieran says, taking a seat beside Léandre, who is looking at him with arched brow. The tension in the room is so thick and as it lasts longer, I feel myself being suffocated. Demons are waking. The dead is rising. What does it mean? "The Spirit Realm... it looks..."

"The Spirit Realm looks hell," Léandre finishes the thought for him. He stands up, his hands clasping behind his back as he looks outside through the open window. He sighs, shaking his head. He walks over to the window and stares at a distance. "The Shamans are having issues with going to the Spirit Realm. It seems like it has been blocked. They are fighting the evil spirits as well as some demons, and we're fighting side by side with them. They are lurking. They must be stopped. But we don't know how. It's surprising that creatures have never heard of us."

Cloud considers what Léandre said. Kieran's hands clenches, so hard that it turns white. He has this hard expression plastered on his face, like he's ready to kill someone. Cloud walks over him, rubbing his back and Kieran leans down, resting his head on his mate's shoulder. A look of jealousy crosses in my face but I push it away. This is not the time to be jealous of their relationship. We have serious matters to take care of.

Despite what Peitho said to me, about him being rejected by his mate and how it's impossible for him to have a mate again, I'm going to prove him wrong. I'm going to prove him that I'm a worthy of a mate for him though it would require a lot of time, but I'm willing to wait. If Peitho needs a lot of space to think things through, I'm going to give him that.

"It's a lot to think," Léandre continues, turning on his heels to watch us. "But there's actually a prophecy, but it has been hidden. We have only retrieved two; one is the prophecy for the Zodiac City. But for the upcoming great war, we have no idea what the prophecy is. It would be helpful if we find it. But to be honest, we have been looking since forever. No one can find it.

"Daímonas, the Demon Wolf, he was looking for the wolf Furion, do you know why?" he asks us, looking straight at Kieran. Kieran shakes his head, not really knowing the answer on why the Demon Wolf wants Furion so much. Cloud leans down, wanting to hear more of the story. "Ever wonder what happened to your parents, Kieran?"

"What has it got to do with my parents?" asks Kieran, who is dumbfounded.

Léandre sighs, standing in front of Kieran. "It's because your parents were in line of the bloodline of Daímonas; even you. He believes that he would be much stronger, much powerful when he becomes one with Furion. How did I know this? The Angels Association did know the first prophecy about the Demon wolf waking up and how it would try to take a special wolf. Kieran, the blood that is running in your veins, you are part of the bloodline of the strongest werewolves. Your parents were killed because they would conceive a child that would have a mate, who's powerful. But it was too late when the demon wolf knew this, considering he took a late actions. You were already born before they were killed."

Kieran gasps, not believing what Léandre said. Even I am in shock. It's so shocking to believe that the demon wolf is actually your blood-related. Kieran pales, his body trembling as Cloud wraps his arms around him protectively. Cloud plants a kiss on Kieran's forehead and Kieran immediately relaxes against Cloud's touch.

"My parents were killed..." Kieran's eyes well up with tears, sniffing. Cloud comforts his mate, kissing and saying soothing words in his ear. My heart clenches at the sight in front of me. Everything is f****d up. Finally, Kieran breaks, the walls that he had built around him broke and crumbled. His tears slide down non-stop across his cheeks and Cloud's arms tighten around Kieran. "They were just innocent."

Léandre's face contorts into a sad one as he watches Kieran break. For a moment, a look of hurt flashes across his face but it's gone as fast as it appeared. He sighs, feeling guilty for telling the truth. If they knew what was going to happen, why didn't they help them? Why did they stay silent while the event was happening? Suddenly, I want to vomit.

"I'm sorry," Léandre says with utmost sincerity and pity. "The Angels Association couldn't really help your parents as we were dealing with our own matter. One of the most powerful demon broke free and it took a lot of warriors and angels, even the King had to interfere just to stop him. But sadly, he's broken free again." Kieran nods, understanding the situation. "I believe my job here is done. I need to s*******r more demons." His wings plop open, revealing the whitest feathers ever. Cloud nods at him and Léandre begins to run towards the direction of the door, his wings ready to fly him up as soon as he gets outside.

Damien takes a step forward, stopping Léandre and a look of hurt flashes in Damien's face. Léandre sighs in frustration, his wings curling behind his back again. He groans, stomping his foot on the ground. Damien takes a hold of Léandre's hand and whimpers, kissing the back of his hand.

"Is it possible for him to have another mate?" Léandre asks no one in particular.

"No," Kieran says, brushing the tears out of his eyes. "Damien might die from the pain. Some cannot bear the pain of the rejection."

"Great," Léandre mutters childishly, dropping his hands on his side. "I'm not even gay to begin with. How could I be your mate?" Damien just whimpers, his arms wrapping around Léandre's waist. He flushes as Damien rests his forehead against his. I smile at them. Léandre seems to be taking things lightly when it comes to being mated to a werewolf. For an angel, he's doing a good job to understand our nature.

I wish Dave and Peitho would understand me as well.