Marrying a Werewolf To Save Her Hybrid Sister. - Chapter 330

Dorian Black was fighting the raiders, but he was already defeated. A vampire caught him by the back and made him kneel, “stop moving if you want your little tasty son to live longer!”

Dorian screamed, steam was clouding out of his mouth, what did he say? Lucas, his son! How did he know him?

“Come here, take them all to the prisons, the master will decide what to do with them!”

The vampire shouted to some men and they obeyed. Dorian was burning in distress inwardly, from one side was his son, then his wife and now the borders that the imps couldn’t take were in the hands of raiders.

“Who do you work with?”

The man who was forcing him to walk chuckled, “Bolingtone is in a personal affair.”

He snapped but what he indicated was sufficient for Dorian to grasp what he exactly meant. Livia Bolingtone was behind this, she had many allies to have the throne and all of them were rich and powerful.

“Wait for it, I will cut your head soon and will thrust it into your ass in respect.” Dorian cussed loudly for the vampire to hear it, he would do it to all those who took his son.

They tossed the commander of borders to deep dark prisons beside his men, some were wounded, he walked to the one who sat beside Hashin.

“Why didn’t you go to Bead?” Asked while tending to the man’s arm.

Hashin didn’t want to say a word but he had to let this man know because if he died Ryan must realize that Bead didn’t leave him alone till the last seconds.

“When Ryan comes back, I want to be here. Bead would not leave him.”

“Do you know that the princess would come to kill Prince Wilmore and take his son with her, don’t you?”

“I thought about it, all depends on him, I am fighting for him.”

Dorian nodded, Bead was loyal, undoubtedly.

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A week later…

Back to the mountains, a gate shaped and two shadows were standing before the red soil that slowly turned yellow. Wilmore was helping the half-shaped Ryan. He was wounded and the last vial of healing potion needed time to enhance his nephew’s health.

“Why did no one say becoming a werewolf is a nightmare?”

Ryan growled, however, he didn’t believe that faeries had such a problem.

“Well, you never asked me, but yes, it can make a beast out of us, worse than the last beast we faced.”

Crossing the soil, they stopped and leaned on a platform rock and started to peer at the gate, those marks and symbols were glowing in red.

“This gate belongs to the ancient era, I am sure before there was any human in the world of Vita, this gate existed!”

Ryan stated.

“Yes, but we were lucky that we didn’t get involved with those devils otherwise we would be dangled for years.”

Wilmore replied.

“That ethereal man we fed was the blessing we faced.” Ryan sighed. His pain was getting lower and lower, he grasped for the fresh air of spring, but this rough mountain was still cold.

“When you felt that you can walk, we will hit the road.”

“I can remember her face!”

Ryan closed his eyes and smiled.

“Me either, the hex on our heads is gone. But I don’t feel good, I feel that something had happened we won’t like!”

Ryan’s eyes shot open and his head averted to Wilmore.

“What do you mean?”

“We passed a year in that land, but see! Here only days passed!”

He pointed to the moon, “and the aura, I smell something malice in the sky of Sargona, magic!”

His silver eyes glinted.

Ryan picked a piece of wood that was dripped beside a dead tree, leaning on it said, “you scared me, let’s move.”

“Change your shape and wear clothes first.”

He took out clothes from his bag and handed him, “here, our people would behead human werewolves,” Wilmore’s golden tattoo glinted.

Ryan shrugged and shifted his shape, his tattoo was on his back and glowed in silver. Rings embraced each other and some letters with a strange language were between each ring.

Wearing clothes, Ryan followed his uncle and walked out of the mountain until reaching a road when they saw smoke and light inside the forest. The scent of something grilling on fire tickled their tummies.

Slowly, they approached the men who were around the flames.

“Why are we running? I am sick of it! Commander Dorian is in the prison and we could not come up with a good escape plan, we must gather our men to shut the coup down.”

He nagged, his face looked even more fierce when the shadow of flames displayed on his face.

“Do you think that is easy? Those stray vampires joined princess Livia, did you forget how many people they killed in only one night? Sargona is entirely in her hand, and we are just ten soldiers, they will swallow us in less than a few seconds.”

“Don’t forget the spies and betrayals.”

“I can’t believe that man from Bead fought for us but many of our people cheated.”

The men around the fire were talking and mentioned ten, but where were the two?

Ryan was shocked, Hashin? Were they mentioning him? Was he alive? Livia! She dug her grave this time.

Cold blades sat on their necks, “eavesdropping?”

Wilmore recognized that scent and voice, he sneered, “well, when I kick you, you won’t say that, Karim!”

He turned back and removed his hood.

Karim’s hand shivered and his sword dropped, kneeling before the prince, he began to cry like a kid who just found his missing father.

“Disgusting!” Wilmore muttered,  “get up idiot!”

Ryan looked at the girl who was beside Karim. She looked like him, his sister?

Karim stood up and said, “we thought it will take too much for you to get back!”

“We thought so! Now, I am here but what the hell is the coup?”

Karim invited them to the fire and sent two other men to watch around. Sitting by the fire, he gave them food then brought up what had been occurred during the prince’s absence.

At the end added, “she had taken all provinces except Greenwood and Bolingtone, and Moon Lake. I heard that King of faeries helped Moon Lake.”

“King William!”

Wilmore did not think whether he cared about humans killing each other, probably he had something important there.