Chapter 847: 847-Struggle To Stay Alive
Azura:
The moment my father arrived, my mother started pinching me, trying to make me get up, and I had to. What shocked me was the way my father rushed to her and hugged her. I couldn’t believe it.
He used to not give a damn about her, but suddenly he was back to accepting her. And why? Because my mother was the only cunning wife he had, the one who managed to manipulate the entire werewolf community by using Darcy. My father seemed to love her for that now.
The second he broke the hug, he turned to me. I expected him to be condescending, but instead he grabbed my arms and shook me.
"I’m proud of you," he said. My eyes widened in confusion, and then he pulled me into an embrace, a hug I had always wanted from him.
"You are –proud of m—e?" I asked, stuttering a little.
"Of course, why not? You’ve been nothing but negative, just like I wanted my children to be. But you weren’t just negative. You knew how to manipulate everything and everyone. You managed to stay in the lives of those werewolf brothers longer than anyone else. And I’m proud of you," he said, making me smile widely.
"I’ll try my best to do what others couldn’t," I told my father, reassuring him. The look of confidence on my mother’s face said it all. They were both so happy for me.
And since none of my siblings were left anymore, it was just me. Rune was the eldest, but he had been trapped in Rune’s world for a long time. That was the thing with us. Since the others were born from entity mothers, when they died, their souls lived on.
They had to be killed again to completely pass on. As for me, I knew that if I died, I wouldn’t get a second chance like they did. But it didn’t matter. They hadn’t done anything with the chances they got anyway.
"Anyway, we have to be very careful with what we’re going to do now," my father started, and I nodded. All the burden was on my shoulders now. I had to make sure I didn’t get killed. That’s why we were having this conversation.
"They’re killing their other mates just so the brothers are free from the curses," I said, and my father nodded along.
"Well, you have to make sure you don’t die. But more importantly, you have to make Emmet kill Helanie first. That’s the only way you’ll escape the constant fear of being killed by them," my father suggested, and I nodded again.
He had been alive for far too many years, with countless children along the way. Every generation tried to control the werewolf community, but the community always fought back, trapping them, killing them, turning them into monsters. And now it was my turn.
But here was the saddest part. My father had no more children left. I knew that if we didn’t hurry and take over the werewolf community, and if I didn’t have a baby with Emmet soon, my father would start to fade away. There would be no X-codex anymore. That was what we had to prevent.
"How am I supposed to do that? They shoved Emmet into some dream world with the help of a pearl," I complained, watching my mother nod, her eyes narrowing as she thought.
"Then you have to make sure Helanie enters the dream world. He can kill her there too. Remember, whatever happens there happens in the real world as well," she reminded me, and I nodded in understanding. She wasn’t wrong.
"But how would I do that, Mom? Even if she goes there, he’ll never kill her," I said.
"That’s only if you’re not smart enough. His memory will be jagged in there. And with his own curse, it will be even worse. Whoever reminds him of who he has loved will make him kill the other one." my mother smirked.
I remembered the same thing happening with Kesha and Charlotte. But I wasn’t like them. I wasn’t some dumb bitch.
"I’ll do it. Thank you. I’ll get to work quickly," I stated confidently.
I was already thinking of a plan. A way to throw Helanie into the dream world so that the minute she entered, he would hate her.
"Then I must return home now. I think they’ve already taken down one more mate, and I don’t want to delay. I’ll go and get to work right away," I said as I stood up.
But my father held my hand one last time, giving me a reassuring smile.
"Everything is in your hands now. Our future is in your hands," he said, making me smile even wider.
"And I won’t let you down," I told him with confidence.
Then I began my journey back home. I had one major advantage, none of them really knew the truth about me. I could use that to play a very nasty game with them.
On my way home with my mother, I’d already heard some things. For example, that Jessica was dead and Norman had taken her to the well, claiming it as a sacrifice. My mother also confirmed it, since she had found out too. That news only made the pressure on me heavier.
"Don’t worry, go inside. I’ll be close by. I’ll keep my eye on what’s going on, and if you’re in danger, I’ll rush in," my mother said. I took a deep breath and nodded. I was ready for this.
With that, I stepped up to the entrance and walked inside. But the moment I did, I realized there wasn’t a single person around. I couldn’t understand where they had all gone.
I started looking around and noticed there weren’t even warriors outside Emmet’s room. That made me a little anxious, but also tempted me to check on him. I figured I could sneak a peek and still prepare a way to lure Helanie in.
I began walking toward what used to be Lord McQuoid’s room, which was now Emmet’s, the place where he slept. But just as I got closer, I heard footsteps behind me, and that’s when I knew I had made a mistake.