CHAPTER 190: CHAPTER 190

[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]

I tried to keep my mind busy doing all the paperwork stuff and helping the kids with their schoolwork, but my eyes couldn’t get away from the cube key that had been resting on the center table of the sitting room like an exotic ornament.

Madison and Cynthia had already noticed my strange behavior, and I knew they wanted to ask what’s with the cube so bad, but they decided to ignore their curiosity.

My husband and I went back home, safe and unhurt, after we successfully escaped before Olivia and her darklings arrived at the Wolf Tomb last night.

Still, I couldn’t bear the guilt that we had to leave Killian there. What if Olivia found out that he was only trying to use them to gather more information so he could help us?

Killian was risking not just his life but everything he had just to make sure that the kids and I would survive this torrent of dangers that kept on coming towards us and the Silver Crescent pack.

I was startled when the door opened and Dominic entered the house. The kids were in the backyard playing while Madison and Cynthia were preparing something in the kitchen.

“Dominic—”

He quickly approached me and then kissed my forehead gently. His voice was full of love and worry as he stared into my eyes. “How was your day? Any nightmares again? Did you even sleep?”

It was almost dawn when we got back from the Black Forest, so Dominic didn’t have time to sleep. He told me I needed rest, but there was no way I could sleep with everything that had happened in the Wolf Tomb, and while the cube key was hidden in our home.

Sighing deeply and ignoring his questions, I held Dominic’s arms, wanting him to focus on me. “We need to go back, Dominic. We have to know what happened.”

“You don’t have to go back there, love. Liam and I can go to the Wolf Tomb—”

“You know that I have to be there!” I almost snarled at him but tried my hardest to keep my voice low, scared that the kids would hear what we were talking about. “I have to be there and check if Killian is still alive—”

Dominic sighed in exasperation as he moved away from me, looking pissed, and then murmured, “Here you are again...”

I frowned, “What?!”

“There!” Dominic slightly snarled at me as he glared into my eyes, full of jealousy, “Thinking about him all day again! Are you in love with him, Samantha?! Tell me! Are you that tired of being with me?!”

As he mentioned, it made me remember the fight we had last night about me always being concerned about Killian’s safety, and that pissed Dominic off. But how could I not be worried? Killian was fighting alone for all of us while making sure everyone would survive despite the danger he was in.

“You are being ridiculous right now, Dominic,” I hissed as I shot him a warning look. “You know he is risking his life out there, and we should be with him! We shouldn’t be hiding here, waiting until Olivia kills my friend!”

Dominic leaned closer, and his face was so near that I could feel his warm breath brushing against my cheek. That rage in him made my heartbeat fast, and I didn’t know why it suddenly felt good seeing that intensity of his emotion on his face rather than facing him with those cold hazel eyes.

“Is he really just a friend, Samantha?”

I had had enough of his tantrums already.

Without any warning, I pulled his face towards me and kissed Dominic fervently, pressing and brushing my hungry lips on his. He was surprised for a second. But it didn’t take him long to immediately wrap his arms around my waist, losing his balance and slamming his back against the wall with me against him.

Dominic kissed me back, his gentle hand on the side of my face, while the other was busy moving under my shirt, kneading, feeling my skin—our ragged breaths tangled just as our tongues played, dying to taste each other.

It took me a lot of self-control to push myself a little away from him and then glare into his eyes while still trying to catch my breath. “Does that answer your question?”

Dominic shut me off by kissing me again and then carried me into our bedroom, making sure the door was locked before he tossed me onto the bed.

*****

I held Dominic’s hand as we both looked at the eerie place of the Wolf’s Tomb.

After we shared a passionate moment that afternoon, we both decided we should go back to the mausoleum, not just to check on Killian if he was still alive but to know if Olivia’s darklings started guarding the place.

It seemed that the spirit guardian of the tomb, Lord Markis, who was a former Beta of the Silver Crescent pack, managed to drive away every evil spirit in the area because our wolves didn’t sense any danger around the perimeter.

The cube key was safely hidden inside my small sling bag, and we planned to open the tomb no matter what. It was time for us to know what that scroll was about. Could the scroll reveal the fate about what had happened to my mother’s corpse?

Dominic and I were as silent as the wind as we sneaked inside the old, cryptic building. It was the same as we left it. There was no sign that someone entered or left the place.

“Sam—”

My eyes widened when I turned around and saw Killian approaching us with pain etched all over his face. He was wincing, dragging himself from the wall he was leaning against as he grunted, calling my name for help.

“Killian! Oh, goddess, what happened to you!? Who did this to you!?” I asked, panic-stricken as I saw that huge gash from his shoulder and down his arm. He got it from a fight for sure. Only a werewolf’s claw can cause such ugly damage as this.

“I have to do this to myself to make Olivia believe I was caught up in something that prevents me from finding the key here,” Killian explained as he breathed sharply through his teeth, trying to endure the searing pain of the wound. “I have to cut myself with a silver sword down in the basement and tell her it’s the guardian of the tomb who did this to me.”

“This is a terrible wound. You shouldn’t have done it like this,” Dominic grimaced as he saw the poison on the wound slowly burning the edges of the skin. “Goddess, Killian! Was there no other way?!”

“I wish there was. But Olivia won’t believe me unless I am halfway dead.” He retorted at Dominic, still hissing in pain.

“It doesn’t matter. We can fix this.” I said to him as I was about to cut myself and use my blood to heal the MoonStone Alpha.

“No, Sam. You don’t have to bleed just to save me. I will be fine. I already took an antidote for the silver poison. The effect is slow, but I can feel myself healing. Don’t worry,” Killian tried to smile despite the pain.

Dominic remained silent as he watched Killian smile at us, studying that look on his face. But then he stepped away from us and looked around as if searching for someone. “Has Lord Markis appeared since last night? Is he the one who let you in here?”

“Yes, he said, we should wait for his little surprise later.” Killian frowned, “I am not sure what he meant about it, though.”

“Mom! Dad!”

I was petrified when I heard that small, familiar voice and turned around sharply, with horror flashing on my face. My eyes widened. All the blood in it drained as my knees turned weak when I saw Diana and Devon standing with a confused and surprised look on their faces as they saw me, their father, and their Uncle Killian.

“What—” I gasped, tears fell from my eyes as my children ran towards me and embraced me tightly. “Who brought you here?! Are you hurt!? Did someone threaten you? Took you by force?!”

“No, Mom,” Diana answered with an innocent look on her lovely face. “Devon and I saw an old man in the backyard, and he told us that if we want to see you, we need to follow him here. And we did! We both sensed danger was coming to you and Dad, and we want to help!”

“Oh, my babies!” I was frustrated and upset that they were brought to a place like this in the middle of the night and were still in their pajamas. I held back tears, wanting to curse Lord Markis, but I couldn’t do it in front of the kids.

“Why the hell did you bring the kids here?” Dominic snarled in anger the second his eyes caught the old man standing under the shadows of a pillar, just near the tomb.

Killian couldn’t stand up straight anymore and had to lean on the wall. Then something strange happened: the ichor, which was Killian’s blood after he transformed into one of the Shadow werewolves, dripped onto the ancient runes carved on the floor. I gasped softly when the cracks and fissures on the wall illuminated, revealing symbols that were too old for me to understand.

“When the two keys are unsealed, the Moon Wolf will sit on the throne,” Dominic murmured as he read the runes that slowly disappeared on the wall.

“Mom, I can hear a wolf crying in here.” Diana started to cry as she wrapped her arms around my hips in fear. “It scares me!”

To my surprise, the pendant that contained the holographic map of the Black Forest illuminated as well, and then the pointed end moved and pointed to the south.

“It’s the Moon Wolf Altar.” Lord Markis said as he saw Dominic’s startled look. “It is pointing you in that direction.”

“If you wanna get whatever is inside that tomb, you better do it now!” Killian snarled and groaned; the poison was getting excruciatingly painful for him to handle. “They are closing in! You have to move fast and get to that f*cking Altar now!”