Lone Wolf
541 Words
Amara
“Tell me everything. Why am I here?” I told the man. I tried my best to be composed, but his enticing presence kept me lethargic and stuck in place.
He’s still so close to me. I felt his hand traveling down my neck. “I sure can. But what if I don’t want to?”
“I have been a normal girl for more than two decades of my life, and now I’m trapped on a never-ending fantasy cruise. All of a sudden, I’m a Luna—I don’t even know what a Luna is. Now, I’m facing another strange man. I deserve to know what’s going on,” I said with a raised tone.
He gave me a smirk—so disgustingly attractive, “fine, I’ll show you something since you’re so feisty.” He placed his cold thumb on my forehead, and began stating a weird incantation, “Brace yourself for human’s stolen history, Luna Amara. Emfaníste to parethón.”
My mind went blank. I wasn’t prepared for the image that flashed in my head. It’s dead bodies of wolves—thousands of them. The moon is scarlet—it looks so gruesome.
Then quickly, it shifted to two cloaked beings with Gonzalo in an endless tundra.
They’re performing some sort of ritual. Ice mystically wrapped Gonzalo’s wolf body and he’s buried underground.
The spell ended. I fell down to my knees, my chest felt so tight, I couldn’t breathe. I’m struggling to process everything I found out.
I’m resting in his arms. “What happened to the wolves?”
“They’re annihilated. All of them, but one.”
So, Gonzalo is the sole survivor of the killings. “When did it happen?”
He paused, then revealed, “one thousand years ago.”
Gonzalo was stuck on the ice for that long!
The man accompanied me to the living room—I sat on the sofa still forcing myself to comprehend everything.
He sat next to me and handed me a cup of water. I quenched my thirst, then, after a short while, asked him, “Who are you?”
“Prince Constantine Exousia. You can call me Prince Constantine or just Constantine. Do whatever pleases you.”
“If what you said is true, he didn’t even have any time to grieve. He’s inside the iced shell for so long.”
“I was there,” Constantine gazed at me, he added, “I was about one century of age when the werewolf g******e tarnished the mortal realm. A lot of time had passed, and it was still all clear to me.” He finished, “the coming days are going to be a torture for him.”
“If you’re alive for that long, what are you?”
“You’ll know soon enough.”
Eddie was right. This world does have a lot of secrets.
That very moment, the burning feeling I felt inside the ice cave came back to me. I can only think of Gonzalo and how hard he’s been through. To Constantine, I blurted out, “Excuse me, I need to be there for him.”
I quickly came back to the room to be with the embattled lone wolf.
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