Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 93

[Lyander’s POV]

Contrary to everyone’s opinion about us, werewolves traveled by carriages and wagons and not in our wolf form if we had too many things to carry like clothes and food.

After all, we couldn’t just run thousands of kilometers with a language in our jaws.

And besides, we were not in a hurry to reach our destination. Within two days, we will arrive on Neutral ground and have enough hours before the meeting starts.

I doubt if the meeting would start right away. There would be a feast that night before the official talk would occur the next day.

Our pact decided to take two carriages and a wagon. One carriage was where Ernst and Reynar were. The other was where his beta and fighters were sitting, and the wagon which held our stuff and food was where Colm and I were placed.

I preferred it that way since Reynar’s subordinates wouldn’t torment me for the next two days. Ernst made sure to keep my wolf at peace at all times. He also didn’t want to agitate it and end up killing the fighters his son brought along.

My wolf smirked inside my head. You bet I will.

I didn’t know why werewolves were hot-blooded like they were itching for a fight every few minutes. We’ve been hunting and running in the forest and mountains two times a day, but my wolf was no longer satisfied with just defeating bears and tigers –– it wanted a fight.

But every time we did practice, my partner ended up getting hurt or had broken bones and stitches until no one wanted to spar with me. Except for Colm and Terishia.

But my wolf was holding back when he fought with those two because he didn’t want to hurt him.

What he wanted was a real fight where he didn’t have to hold back.

I didn’t understand where his insatiable hunger for blood came from.

My wolf rolled its eyes and bit back a growl.

I ignored him.

He also didn’t want to be Alpha, but he was sure as hell never wanted to follow orders from those weaker than him too.

Does my current predicament.

I rested my back on the wooden chair, folded my arms, and closed my eyes. Maybe I would take a nap?

*sigh . . .

My eyebrow twitched, and I opened one eye to see Colm sighing nonstop in front of me. He leaned forward, chin supported by his palm, elbow resting on his knees.

Since the incident, he had been like that.

Lifeless.

We hid the mark and didn’t discuss what happened in the bar that day. I didn’t know what was happening to him, but it felt like he was out of it lately.

“Are you thinking about that vampire?” I asked. Not the best conversation to have right now. I didn’t want anything to do with that Vampire again, but we had to start from somewhere in order to solve the problem. This had already gone long enough.

Colm’s expression turned sour, and her lower lip puckered out. “He marked me. That asshole.”

He was grumbling, but it sounded like he missed him.

Even though he acted like he was angry at the Vampire, but the softness in his eyes and the melting of his expression said otherwise.

“Is he . . . your mate?” I asked straight to the point. This question couldn’t be delayed anymore, and my wolf peeked through my eyes. He was also itching for an answer.

“. . .” Colm didn’t say anything. He sighed and grumbled, “I don’t know. I don’t even know if it is possible that a same-gender is your mate and crossed species at that! Vampires are our enemies!”

He exaggeratedly blew air and his fringe raffled. “But what am I going to do about it? My wolf seemed attracted to him.”

His fingers then interlaced in his red locks as he lamented in a depressing voice. “What am I going to do about this? Turn myself into a vampire?”

“You won’t turn even you wanted to.” We were immune to Vampire’s bites. “And I won’t allow you to turn into one of them.”

Colm looked me dead in the eyes. “I was only joking, man.”

He then slumped on his seat. “But all my wolf could think about is him. It’s getting pretty annoying hearing him whine in my head.”

“. . . I could only imagine,” I said, and my wolf snarled in my head.

He was still hung on the fact about Trinity and wanted to see her again. I find it strange since she wasn’t even our mate, but we’re extremely fond of her no matter how many years have passed.

“What are you going to do now?” I asked after a moment of silence.

Colm replied with a no care attitude, “I don’t know. I’m not even sure if we would meet again.”

“He said that he would come for you.” I grimaced. “Vampires tend to hold their words in high regard. What’s more a pureblood.”

Colm pressed his lips tight. “Even if he is my mate, I won’t go in the Vampire kingdom with him.”

“I won’t allow it too. Razim’s Kingdom isn’t safe for werewolves like us.”

Colm’s expression softened in a helpless sigh. “That goes for the both of us. He couldn’t stay with me in Twilight Woods as well. The werewolves would shred him to bits. And we couldn’t go to the human territory either. I can’t leave my pack. I’ll die. There’s also about the mating ritual and all.”

“. . .” The helplessness in his voice was enough for me to put a stop to this line of conversation.

Colm would indeed die without a pack. Our wolf would become depressed if we weren’t surrounded by our fellow werewolves. There was also about the issue with the mating ritual. In order to complete the bond, a mating ceremony must first be performed. There was the vampires’ ritual and the werewolves’ ritual.

Would they perform the ritual in both parties?

But the question was, would the vampires and werewolves even allow it in the first place?

It seemed like a hopeless case for him and that Vampire, and I wasn’t happy about it.

I didn’t have anything against vampires, and if he was Colm’s mate, then I had no problem accepting him as long as he would treat Colm right.

My wolf, on the other hand . . . well, we’ll just have to see how he would react if the Vampire and Colm would meet again. And hopefully, in peaceful terms this time.

My wolf snorted, and I restrained from shaking my head.

Apparently, he also didn’t like the idea of meeting vampires again. But he wasn’t unreasonable enough to go between Colm and his mate.

However, the other werewolves wouldn’t feel the same like I do. Our natural instinct was to attack anything that was a threat to us. The only difference was that I had known Colm since I was young, and he was my friend and brother. But the others sure as hell didn’t care about Colm.

If the Vampire did happen to enter Twilight Woods in search for Colm, I could only hope that he wouldn’t be a target for his distinct smell.

Come to think of it. There was a way for vampires to conceal their scent and enter Twilight Woods. All it needed was a . . . witch.

One potion or spell from them, and your smell would instantly vanish.

Trinity mastered it when she was young. I heard her mother praise her all the time.

She was a gifted witch, after all.

My wolf nodded in agreement with me.

I wonder what she’s doing right now.

Gather herbs and concoct potions, I bet. My lips automatically curved upward at just the thought of her.

It also put my wolf in a good mood.

“Wow, here I am, feeling depressed, and you’re thinking about Trinity, aren’t you?”

My eyes went to Colm, and I cleared my throat. Was I too obvious?

“Then what do you want me to do? Bring this Vampire to you? You don’t even know his name.”

Colm washed his hands over his face. “Sorry. I know you’re depressed, too, because you couldn’t see and be with Trinity. Now I know what it felt like. Only, that Vampire seemed to be my mate.”

“. . . Is that bad?” I asked after a few seconds. I didn’t know what it felt like to be not with your mate. I heard it was unbearable and worse than physical torture.

Colm looked straight into my eyes. “Very . . . I can’t sleep. I can barely eat, and all I think about is him. I am tormented with my wolf’s wining and whimpering for missing his mate and . . .”

Colm sagged on his seat and sighed into the ceiling. “The truth is . . . I am barely hanging on. If not for his promise that he would come and find me, I think I would go crazy and turn rogue to find him.”

“. . . That bad, huh?”

He looked at me with a smile I never once saw on his face. A helpless, tired smile that tagged my heart.

“Very.”