Marrying a Werewolf To Save Her Hybrid Sister. - Chapter 309

Natasha and Eliot returned to the gates. The war ended like the rain. Soldiers were picking the bodies. Smoke was streaming up. Some men were burning the imps’ bodies.

Finding Lord James, Natasha stopped in front of the gates. She couldn’t rub her eyes off it. What did happen, here?

“Brother, what I see?”

“The seven members of the table are no longer a myth sister. They came here and locked these gates.”

“Lady Natasha, could you find any trace of them?”

The Lord asked, approaching her.

“We found them but it was too late they entered the gate!” She swallowed even thinking about the place that they stepped in was making her nerves explode.

“Which gate?”

“They went to the abyss of hell gate. When we arrived it vanished and master Gaven left.”

Eliot notified.

Miguel sighed, they were alive and if that gate accepted them then he had no worries. Not every person could enter that hell.

William was beside Frank, checking the wound on his forehead. He patted on his shoulder.

“It won’t kill you, but next time when I told you, run, don’t hesitate or I will kill you.”

The boy sneered and itched his head, “I was flexing with my new provoked power.”

“You must be careful Frank, don’t let your flames darken otherwise your power will reverse.”

Frank nodded, the king added, “Go to Sigo,” and stepped down the stairs of the gates and grinned at Tristan.

“How awkward you look, King William!” Tristan taunted.

“Did you see yourself?”

Tristan smirked, “vampires always look good.” Only three of his men remained alive.

“Sorry for your losses, I will repay this in Global parliament.”

“It is coming soon, see you there.”

Tristan wanted to leave and notice what Lillian’s decision was. Some malicious feelings were saying that his vampire mother had surrendered herself to king Rozen that was why the king had sent his brother here. Peeking at Fihad who was shooting him a glare, he thundered out of that place with his men.

William searched around and couldn’t see the prince of Velator. He felt the butterflies in his stomach. He was alive, wasn’t he?

“Lord James, I can’t see Prince Wilmore!”

“Yes, they dropped into the chasm and ended up to the abyss of hell?”

William tilted his head, they? Where was Ryan? Crap! Hope they don’t kill each other.

“The gate accepted both of them?”

The King asked.

“Yes, but we weren’t allowed to follow them.”

Eliot answered.

“Let’s see how long their journey will take. But when they return, you should not expect them to be the people you know, currently!”

The Lord’s face ran gloomy. William experienced it, he had suffered so much at a young age.

“Is your wound alright?” Miguel asked.

“Yes, Silphya healed me but she’s gone with her fellows.”

“We must drawback,” Huxley stated. Their men were exhausted. He pointed to Dorian Black, during the battle he became wounded while saving that eagle faerie.

Miguel traced his look and rushed to him, “Gods above! Dorian!”

Beside that carriage was John McCain.

“I am alive, don’t worry. How is the faerie?”

“They took him back to faerie land. He was about to die. You watch your own ass. We all know that Lady Elenore will kill us all if you become lame.” The butcher replied.

Dorian laughed but it was painful, the wound was right on the hip.

“Move, Move, get back to the tent. We will go back home soon.” The Lord shouted, he was tired of this place. What had occurred to his son and the burden on his shoulders were heavy that spoiled him too much. He wasn’t young anymore. Faces were screening in his head, Luna, Lisa, and Elizabeth. His family expected him.

“Sorry for Ryan.”

Tobias stated.

“He is a strong boy, they can quit that hell and we must pray for them.”

Miguel lied, he didn’t know what would happen to them, unknowns always brought shivers to the joints.

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Returning to the tents, Fihad walked to king William and Lord James. He was glad that these men were motivated to help them.

But, he was shameful of what his king had become. He had to keep this secret to the grave to protect Dedar. From the moment that his brother killed Mason, he knew that he would kill all those who protest against him and one of them was Dedar.

“I can’t find a word to thank you!” Fihad did his best to speak their language.

“It was a task. We have common borders and until utter menaces are around we must help each other. Besides, now we are relatives. Sir. Fihad, you can count on me if you needed my help.”

The Lord could not believe that king Rozen was out of this. But his intention was unclear and as King Edward wished, they should not pry in this land’s policy.

“You are a great man, please take care of my nephew and Lady Saya, I want nothing more.”

The Lord bowed his head.

“We must get back soon!” Tobias wished.

“We have many wounded men!”

The Lord stated.

“Cross our portals,” William suggested.

“Would the gem power handle it?”

“Yes, we didn’t use it much, our magicians will revive it again. Please don’t worry but they might feel a bit of pain in their stomach.”

The Lord nodded and turned to Rave, “go inform our men, we will get back to Sargona.”

They wanted to fix the borders’ situation, healing their men then returning to their homes.

Rave sneaked outside and saw Huxley, informing him he went to let the others know.

Back to the tent, Lord James found himself alone with Fihad.

“We will vote for vampires because of what they had done for us. I wish you talk to King Rozen. Prince Tristan is a good heir and Jodian is their home anyway.”

“I am sure my brother would vote.”

He assured the man, his brother was now a vampire obviously he would do his attempt to gather votes for the new race.

“The global parliament has members from other continents but they had given abstain vote, so it depends on the second continent to decide for themselves.”

Fihad sighed, he wasn’t entirely agreed whit this, “our blood is their food.”

“Yes, and new laws are going to be submitted, I am wishing.”

After that short conversation, they said farewell, and Fihad returned to Jorsa.. He had to report it to his brother.