CHAPTER 192: CHAPTER 192

[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]

We survived.

We were all alive.

I couldn’t take my eyes away from the bonfire that my husband made to warm me up and the kids while we were all hiding in a cave at the side of a rocky mountain. The location was quite distant from where Olivia’s shadow werewolves hunted us, and we were still fortunate to escape after my husband defeated such a giant shadow enemy that was twice as big as he was.

Dominic had been feeling small since all these attacks started, and he failed to protect us all. But he was doing his best. I saw how he was willing to die for me and the kids. I saw how he was ready to kill Killian if it meant he could protect us. All the pressure was on my husband because of the threats that had been made against me and the kids. Dominic was ready to sacrifice himself and his pack if it meant the children and I would stay alive.

“Mom? Where did Dad go?” Diana asked as she pressed herself against me, trying to get more warmth, as she lay her head on the side of my chest while watching the fire dancing from the soft breeze that entered the cave. “He seems restless.”

“It’s because he makes sure we’re really safe here, sweetheart,” I whispered to her and then kissed the top of her head and caressed her long, dark hair that cascaded down her back. “He went to check the perimeter outside to make sure no enemy had followed us here.”

“We can’t go home,” Devon said, his little face looking grave as he glanced at me with worry, remembering what happened to them before Lord Markis took them to the Wolf Tomb.

“What happened?” I asked, the fear in me crawled up to my neck as scenarios played in my head. “We thought...” I searched for words to explain to my son why we had to leave, and we were supposed to go back before they woke up. But the guilt in me was eating me as words started to collapse in my head, knowing that I was only making an excuse for what happened.

“It’s okay, Mom. We both know you and Dad are trying to figure out something, and taking us with you will only complicate things.” Diana answered, shooting a sharp glance at her twin, and then Devon averted his eyes, pouting his lips and looking annoyed. “No one knew that some enemies got inside the gates. We are just lucky that the old man convinced us to go outside the house before the bad men came.”

“So you were already outside when they raided the house?” I asked, trying not to let my voice break while in front of the kids.

It was Devon who answered, and this time, there was no anger in his voice, but there was sadness in it. “He was able to sneak us out before the shadow werewolves got into our room.”

I watched how Devon pulled his knees up to his chin as he embraced his legs, still staring at the fire. “We are not sure what happened to Madison and Cynthia, though... but we heard a scream.”

Diana hid her face against me, and I didn’t know how to make them feel alright since I had no idea what happened to the Omegas who had been babysitting my twins. Madison, as I remembered, was once trained as a patrol soldier, despite her rank. But Cynthia, I had no idea if she could fight back those shadow werewolves.

Please, anyone, tell me my babysitters survived...

“Mom?”

Diana’s little voice distracted me from my worrisome thoughts as I turned to see what she was looking at.

“Killian!” I exclaimed, seeing Killian moving as he tried to sit down but was too weak to push himself up. “Don’t move yet. Your wounds are not fully healed!”

Worried for his Uncle Killian, Diana moved away from me so I could look for the MoonStone Alpha. His wounds were still deep but healing. The poison from silver slowed down the regeneration of his tissues, making Killian unable to move after I stitched that long gash on his arm.

“It will be okay, Killian. I’m sorry; Dominic asked me not to hurt myself, just to heal your wound. He said it’s too dangerous to shed my blood since it gives a very distinct smell that the enemies can use to track all of us. We can’t risk it, especially when you can’t fight back yet. We need to hide until we are all strong enough to go where the necklace is guiding us.”

“To the South.” Killian hoarsely answered. The shadows danced around this body like a thin mist. He curled to his side as he fought so hard not to grimace in pain in front of us, but I could tell the level of pain he suffered from the darkness of his partially glowing purple eyes. “We have to go to the South to the Moon Wolf Altar and find whatever the pendant wants us to see there.”

Diana smiled and then offered Killian a biscuit I brought with me when Dominic and I left the house. “Here, Uncle Killian. Mom said sweets can drive away bad things. You need to eat.”

Despite the pain, Killian managed to smile and then took the biscuit from my little girl’s hand and murmured, “Thanks,” to Diana. Diana’s smile brightened as she snuggled me, looking shy but happy.

“What do you think is in there, Killian?” I asked him, a little confused and scared of what was waiting for all of us. “Why does the pendant want us to go there?”

“You have the scroll?”

I nodded and then patted the rucksack behind me, where I put both the necklace and the scroll. “Yes.”

“You didn’t see that it’s like torn or something?”

I was surprised at what Killian said and wanted to look at the thing. But at the same time, I was worried that if I opened it, it might trigger something that would make Olivia and her Shadow Werewolves find us. “Is it?! I didn’t notice in the middle of the chaos.”

“The other half must be in the Moon Wolf Altar,” Killian said, grunting and grimacing as he pulled himself up to sit and succeeded. He dragged himself to the wall of the cave to lean his aching back and then looked at me with his exhausted eyes. “We should be there before the dawn breaks.”

My face turned grave at what he said; all the worries disappeared, and I just stared at him stoically. “You know we can’t go anywhere with you still in pain.”

“We must—”

Killian hadn’t finished everything he said when suddenly, in the blink of an eye, my husband appeared at a speed that my eyes failed to follow. Before I knew it, he was already in front of the MoonStone Alpha, his big hands around his neck as he lifted Killian from the ground by one hand.

“You stay away from them!” Dominic roared at Killian’s shocked face.

“DOMINIC!” The children panicked as well when I yelled in shock. “What are you doing!?”

My husband glanced at me with raging eyes and curled lips and then back at the struggling werewolf in front of him. “What are you, Killian?” he hissed, his face dark and menacing.

“What do you mean—”

Dominic showed me a small mobile phone and then looked at me again with his piercing eyes. “I called Liam to tell him that we will be gone a little to look for something in the South, and he told me something—something that he found out about this bastard!” he snarled, baring his teeth at Killian.

He continued as he tightened his grip around Killian’s neck. “Is it true!?” he snarled with rage, lifting Killian further from the ground. “That you volunteered as a test subject in an experiment three years ago!?”