Marrying a Werewolf To Save Her Hybrid Sister. - Chapter 311

Before crossing the gate…

Wilmore became sober as they dropped into the water, seeing fainted Ryan he swam to him.

Grabbing his nephew, he resisted the heavy waves that were smashing him forward. He pushed ahead and reached a rock, his hand clasped an edge.

“Hey, wake up!”

He shouted, spitting out the water, lifting Ryan with him, they fell on the edge of the Rocks. Wilmore was hardly breathing but the imps could have shown up at any time therefore he couldn’t stay at the edge of life.

Looking up, it was just darkness because of the rocks and shadows that blocked his hazy vision. He turned on his knees and coughed, the magic that hit him left a burning wound on his back.

He brought Ryan back on the soil. His eyes drifted on the road.

“Hell, I have to carry you.”

Putting Ryan on his back, he began to walk to find the end of that road. But everywhere he walked returned to the previous place.

“I should kill you to make your mother suffer but unfortunately, I will lose Luna this way!” He nagged and wandered ahead until giving in, halted in front of a gate. The red soil on the entrance of that changed to yellow.

“This gate!” He feared it, he had seen a drawing of these soldiers. The famous way to the hell that no one knew how it used to appear. The world beyond this gate was deadly and he wanted to pass it but what should he do with Ryan? He couldn’t hang on if he would be left him here.

Sighing, Ryan was fairly heavy and he was already drained out of strength. He crossed the gate, saying, “your destiny is tied to me, nephew. Be careful with how you behave.”

While entering that place, he was memorizing Luna, letting all of that be dropped behind was harsh and cruel but he was doing this because of her, to be beside her instead of being executed for what he was. With the tattoo of this place that gods would bless the passengers with he could be with her, having no worries.

After passing that road he reached a cave, Ryan was gasping, breathing hard.

He rushed to the cave to be away from the rain. It was dark, he made a piece of huge crystal ice that could glow, moreover, unbuttoned Ryan’s vest, searching it and he found an iron box.

He didn’t pause and opened the box and there his eyes grew wide, reading the note, he swallowed. Inside the vial was werewolf essence, taken from the former king of Abyss.

Touching Ryan’s forehead, he cursed, he was burning in fever, his head was bleeding and his lungs got hurt because of that heavy collapse and he had nothing to rescue him.

But there was one option, injecting him the essence. Here was a cure that Ryan could have had before the next full moon.

“Well, it is time to experience my condition, just breathe because I don’t let you die.”

He filled the injecting gun with the vial and the yellowish liquid glinted in his eyes. The most sensitive part of humans’ bodies for turning them into werewolves was the vein on the neck. He dove the needle on his neck, not thinking twice. Ryan was dying and he had this, it meant he wanted to use it if it came to be necessary.

Ryan jolted, his vessels swelled, his fingers clawed the rough ground.

“Yeah, do you feel it! It is like a snake traveling in you, stinging, your mother must see this. It will please me see her tears.”

He leaned back on the wall of the cave, watching how Ryan was struggling with the essence of wolves.

“Damn, it hurts!” He touched his back, it was bloody and the healing process was getting quite slow, yet he didn’t want to consume the elixirs that master Gavem had given him. They were for urgent situations. When he told him about his decision the faerie gave him the elixirs that could heal and revive his stamina.

“Saya!” Ryan uttered in his illusions.

“Your wife ain’t here.”

“Piggy! Stay!”

Wilmore chuckled! Who was piggy? His hidden friend?

“Luna, don’t go!”

Wilmore’s face veered stern, tensed jaw.

“Do you want to die?” He exposed his long nails but when he saw the strong pulse on Ryan’s neck. He closed his eyes.

“Perhaps you die with that shit! Anyway, she is mine. Only mine.”

He folded his hands in his chest and closed his eyes. Frustration had already overcome him and he couldn’t understand when he fainted.

The next morning, he opened his eyes, a red ray of light infiltrated inside. His pain was gone and Ryan was sleeping, his heartbeats were normal.

Wilmore kicked him, “wake up, idiot!”

Ryan slowly opened his eyes, the floor under him was hard and brutal. His body ached as if someone had beaten him. His eyes caught that strange light. Adventuring through his memories, it was the moment they dropped inside the water and his back hit something.

“Are we dead?” His throat was dry.

“Yes, we are in hell now. I knew that you are as reckless as demons.” He teased.

Ryan cursed and attempted to sit, touching his back, it was dry blood but where was the wound? A second later his gaze dropped on the box that was left open. He touched his neck, “fuck! Did you do this?”

Wilmore stood up, leaving him to resolve with the new figure he was soon wearing.

“Hm, you were dying! You can thank me.”

“Fuck you!”

“Well, I didn’t expect Livia’s son better than this but as Miguel’s son…”

He silenced, his eyes fixed on the weird sky above! Adequately, this Sun in the sky had no similarity with the one they had in Velator. It was sheer white but the light in the air was pale red!

“Where are we?” Ryan asked, picking up the box, he stood up and closed it.

“The abyss of hell!”

Ryan flinched, what the hell he was doing in the abyss of hell!

“This world has nothing to do with the world we came from. It is like we entered a gate that travels between the worlds. A hovering world among others.”

“Why did you bring me here?” Ryan growled, Saya was waiting for him. She couldn’t tolerate Bolingtone and if she accepted to go it was all because of him.

“I was heading for this gate but it came to us itself. I can’t go home as a werewolf and now we are in the same boat. Shake your legs, I want to find the exit gate.”

“You, fucker!”

“I saved your life asshole, your lungs were about to explode.”

He walked out, his eyes hurt so he covered them with his hand, blankly and smoothly, he drew his hand off to get to used to the place. For a moment, he forgot to breathe because of being mesmerized by the scenery down there.

The trees had purple, pink colors, some had black leaves. Here was wholly different, could not be hell, could be?

They walked at the edge of the highland they were standing. Wilmore gazed back and as he presumed the gate wasn’t there.

“How should we get down?”

“Do you see that?”

Wilmore pointed to a sharp slant and headed down. It wasn’t hard for him to shift his shape, turning to the white wolf that here had a light pale red color, he roamed down.

“Bastard!”

Ryan hardly could handle getting down.

It was a while that Wilmore was standing on the plain and the breeze was caressing his fur and the grasses that had dark color. He sniffed the pleasant air.

“Am I able to shift my form?”

Ryan asked gasping, bending on his stomach.

“Not until the full moon, move your legs because I won’t carry your stink ass again.”

“I am your nephew! You have to take the responsibility.”

Wilmore’s eyes turned on him savagely. Ryan couldn’t deny that he sounded scary when he looked wild.

“I smell something strange inside that forest, fallow me.”

He galloped to the forest and Ryan slouched, was he conquered to act like a boss. Ryan hated to get orders unless it was his father, be would obey him blindly.

Running inside the forest, they drove out of the plains and stopped at the forest line. The prince slowed his pace just not to be surprised if something unknown was close.

“Your nose should have been working way better, what can you smell?”

Ryan sniffed, nearing him, “pride, selfishness, …”

“Shut up, I’m being serious. We must be wary here if you want to leave alive.”

Ryan bared his teeth and sniffed the air, “cooking, someone is cooking meat!” How his stomach was poor, pleading with the scent and he wanted to earn wings and fly where the smell was taking him.

“So, here has settlers.”

“Should not we hunt? I am starving!”

“What should we hunt? Do you smell animals that we had in our lands?”

“We can follow the odor!”

Wilmore could stand with this idea. He slowly moved this time and Ryan followed him. Striding to that side they were pulled to the middle of the forest, it was a stream with pink water that was welling out of a rock’s crack and traveled down a thin river. Beside it was a small narrowed hovel.

All of these were normal unless their eyes caught the creatures that were nourishing around, over those fences, they had bodies of goats and heads of rosters. Joking right?

“Well, I can’t comment on what I see!”

“At least we know what we can eat.”

Ryan gave him a sheepish helpless grin.