Trinity the last White Witch - Chapter 94

[Lyander’s POV]

The two days travel went by in a blur. All I remembered was me avoiding Reynar and his lackeys while Ernst made sure that his son was on a leash.

I would be even more thankful if he put an actual leash on his son, though. Because every time our eyes met, Reynar wanted to antagonize me.

Does he really want a fight that badly even though he knew deep in his heart that he wouldn’t win against me? Both he and I watched each fight, and we came to a silent understanding that my wolf would come out on top.

I knew he knew it too.

My wolf was bigger, stronger, and faster than his, and it was something else entirely. Its build and color were already eye-catching, but there was an edge of crazy in it too. It laid dormant and exploded with a vengeance at the slightest provocation. And whoever unfortunate soul on its path would surely find himself in death’s door.

We were challenged many times and fought other packs and rogues off our lands and sometimes by multiple werewolves at once. Strong strays, betas, and even Alpha’s.

My wolf never lost.

Maybe he wanted a contest of brawl in our human form?

I would tell him right now that he’s no match to me, even in my human form.

He mustn’t have not like the idea that there was someone in the pack that was more powerful than he was. No Alpha does.

Hence the hostility that I must live and endure for the rest of my life.

‘Pussy,’ my wolf grumbled in my head.

There was a fine line between stupidity and bravery, and you’re leaning more on your brawn rather than in your brains.

He growled in annoyance, saying that wolves need no brains and just ran on instincts and strength.

‘That’s why I’m in charge most of the time. If you’re in control, it would be a massacre.’

He proudly sat and lifted its snout, saying that it wouldn’t be a massacre but a purge. Eliminating useless wolves. It was necessary to make the pack stronger. Those who couldn’t stand a minute fighting him should all be removed. They were nothing but a waste of space and resources.

I shook my head. ‘Then more than half of the pack would die. ‘You idiot.

“Are you having a conversation with your wolf again?” Colm asked.

I sighed through my mouth. “Yes. He’s been annoying lately.”

“Tell me about it. All my wolf thinks nowadays is mate, mate, mate, mate. I’m going crazy if this keeps up. Is there a way to mute this thing?”

I looked him dead serious in the eyes. “I’m also looking for that as well for more than ten years.”

My wolf snarled, and I ignored it.

Colm sighed and slumped on his seat. His eyes took in the scenery. “A good thing that we’re already near. Another hour in this carriage with nothing to distract me from this mate thing was torture more than I imagined it would.”

I took a look outside. We were approaching a small town made of concrete, bricks, limestones, and wood. The buildings still retained their old historic architecture of limestone walls, wooded window frames, and thatched roofs. At the same time, the roads were paved with bricks and lamp posts decorated every five meters of the sidewalk.

It was a peaceful town known as the Neutral ground run by the Neutral Pact. A pack of werewolves belonging to the numerous packs in the past that Loki solely picked to guard its borders and maintain the peace and neutrality of the place.

At the center was a large open coliseum type made of stones where numerous gatherings and events took place.

At least I breathed easy knowing that we were now inside the Neutral territory. Me and my wolf didn’t have to be on edge all the time compared to when we were traveling in the forest and mountains.

“It looks the same as I remembered it,” muttered Colm.

The guards checked our papers and inspected our things before letting us through.

Inside was bustling already. There were so many delegates from different pacts all in their unique set of clothes and uniforms.

I felt grouchy just thinking about our pact’s uniform. It was just a simple long-sleeve white-collar leather vest and pants that had our emblem attached to our breast pocket. Nothing fancy, but it was hard to move.

But formal events like this required formal suits. We were a civilized bunch after all, except if things get ugly.

“Hmm . . . it’s livelier than usual.”

Contrary to his words, Colm’s tone was dejected, and his face seemed like he would rather sleep than anything else.

“I wonder if they still sell that delicious meat in here.”

“You mean the one near Wilds inn? That stall in the sidewalk?”

Colm nodded. “Honestly, that’s the only thing I’m looking forward right now.”

I looked over the horizon. It was nearing afternoon, but I bet the meeting would officially start tomorrow morning.

Tonight was the feast and welcoming part of the event.

“Where are we staying again?”

“Wilds inn,” I answered.

“Great, then. At least that meat stall is just meters away.”

We stopped outside Wild inn, a large hotel housing hundreds of rooms and the only building with tile roofs. Its architecture of white limestone walls, golden molding, and bluish tile roofs set it apart from the other buildings around it.

And it was also the only inn that could house many delegates from deferent pacts.

I could only hope that no fights break out. Werewolves from different pacts huddled just next door wasn’t the best scenario after all.

Who am I kidding?

There would be bound to be squabbles like the previous years. Every time I was here, fights always happened between one or two pacts.

The Desert Rose Pact’s Alpha personally led the greetings at the entrance door of the inn. She was a tall woman with lean muscles and dark-colored skin that had a kind, amiable smile on her face.

I was surprised that she was rather old. Maybe in his forties. And next to her must be her daughter, for they look alike, except the woman was on the leaner side.

Violate colored long hair with a strict, no-nonsense, beautiful round face. Her dark skin was only made captivating with her alluring frame.

Desert Rose Pact was a werewolf pack that consisted only of she-wolves. I didn’t know how that worked, but it was a pact with only females. Still, they called their leader Alpha and their second in command beta, and all their fighters were females.

They were a pack who didn’t believe strongly about the mate thing. To them, the woman had the right to choose who she wanted to love. If it was her mate, then good, but if it wasn’t, it was still okay.

If they found their other half, they had a choice to leave the pact and be with him or stay in the pack and raise their child if it was a girl. Unfortunately, the man had to go. He could visit, but he could never stay after a few days.

There was also that rule that all daughters of the Desert Rose must be raised inside their pack. If it were a boy, it would be raised in their father’s pack.

Their one strict iron rule was no man was allowed inside their pack. But males could still enter their territory as long as it was an official business. While their male partner could visit and stay for a few days but never live there with them.

Seemed like a complicated thing to me. But there was also their counterpart. The Desert Moon pact where all its members were males. They also have an identical set of rules like the Desert Rose pact.

I wonder if something happened to them in the past to make such rules.

“Ah. Welcome Silver Moon pact. We are glad to have you here,” greeted the Alpha of the Desert Rose pact. Her voice was deeper and raspy than I imagined.

It was my first time seeing her, or rather them. Desert Rose pact didn’t attend pact gatherings in the past.

“Ana, it’s good to see you again.” Ernst and Ana hugged each other and patted each other’s back before introducing each of us.

“So this man is Lyander?” Ana and Xana, her daughter, both focused on me.

I felt uncomfortable all of a sudden.

“Hello,” I greeted, and my wolf shook its head for my lack of social skills.

There was something in the glint in their eyes that made me unease.

“I heard all about you. You’re a very strong fighter, I heard.” Xana’s lips curved in a small smile. Her face instantly softened and blossomed into a beauty. She was young, about twenty, I guess.

I restrained a frown. It wasn’t a secret that the Desert Rose pact wanted strong fighters to mate with them to produce powerful pups. They didn’t care if the others were mated or not.. They only needed their essence, not their love after all.