CHAPTER 156~3RD PERSON'S POV~Anaya quietly walked up to a podium on a large stage. She wore a bright red dress and had her hair in a ponytail. “Lady Anaya, are you sure about this?” Captain Christain asked with a worried look on her face.“Yes, Christian, in order to further increase the trust the people have for me, I'm afraid I must do this,” Anaya responded. Christian nodded, and Anaya walked past him.Anaya got in front of the podium and spoke into the numerous microphones. “People of Willow-Crest, Westerville, Mystic Meadow, and the rest of the world. I have finally come out after a few weeks of consoling the parents of the little girl who passed away in the building collapse after the unfortunate turn of events during my meeting with THE UNKNOWN.I am very lucky to have come out alive, and I have that little girl to thank. I also want to thank you all for your support these past few weeks. It's good to finally have your trust back, and I hope to bring peace and harmony from he
CHAPTER 157~3RD PERSON'S POV~“Lady Anaya Belmont, you finally took off that mask of yours, that face you paraded around all these years. I would have said it was good to see you again if it weren't for the circumstances of our reunition.” Noah said with a stern tone as he stared blankly at Anaya.“Follow me,” Anaya said, then turned away from him and walked into her building. Noah followed behind her. His eyes scanned through the front yard, darting from one maid to another. He followed Anaya into her living room, and they both sat on opposite couches.Anaya called one of her maids and asked her to bring some refreshments, and a few minutes later she came back in with a bottle of wine and two tumblers. “You must have been surprised when you found out that your plan to exterminate the Belmont family was a failure,” Anaya said, raising the tumbler to her lips.“To tell you the truth, I was. It was such a perfect plan; I wonder what went wrong,” Noah said.“So you're not going to try
CHAPTER 158~3RD PERSON'S POV~“Have you ever heard about the blacksmith?” Clarabelle asked."No, I haven't, my queen,” the UNKNOWN replied.Clarabelle shut her eyes and said, “The blacksmith is a legend among the mortals. Some of them actually believe he exists, and some of them believe he's just a myth. They say the blacksmith lives in the deepest, blackest depths of Mystic Meadow and enternaly hammers a glowing piece of metal, waiting for the day he can take revenge on the ones who hurt him. Legend says people actually go to him to seek weapons that can slay monsters and grant powers beyond human imagination, but to get to him, you'll have to lose all sense of good you have in you, let the darkness take over, and get engulfed in the lust for hatred and revenge that surrounds his workshop. But who is the blacksmith, who exactly hurt him, and why wait for the right time to attack? It all started 700 years ago before the werewolves showed up.” ~700 years ago, Mystic-Meadow~“Thank y
CHAPTER 159~3RD PERSON'S POV~Have you heard about the blacksmith? A man whose hammering echoes again and again in the deepest, darkest part of Mystic Meadow. His eyes were red as blood, and his face was permanently etched with anger.He is surrounded by darkness, hatred, pain, and a desire for revenge. The only light he sees every day is the light of the sparks that fly off the metal after each strike of his hammer. These sparks are the only beautiful things he owns; these sparks keep him from going insane, and these sparks remind him that one day he'll come for those who hurt him.“Hmm, scary. I wonder if this blacksmith guy actually does exist,” Gabriella said, staring at the book. She closed it up and placed it back on the shelf, then turned to leave the library. She walked back through the door and through the passages to Steven’s office, then knocked the moment she arrived at the door.“Come in; it's open,” Steven said with a rather cold tone. Gabriella noticed the difference
CHAPTER 160~3RD PERSON'S POV~~A few months ago~“There’s a question that's been bothering me. The same question, I'm sure, bothers every alpha in the werewolf world,” Steven said as he sunk into his seat in his office.“What question is that?” Gregory asked.Steven leaned forward, then answered, “Why is Lady Anaya so powerful? Now, I'm not talking about political power or military power; I'm talking about her supernatural abilities. She's just the head of the council—she’s just a Luna, and yet she surpasses every alpha in power. Why?”“Hmmm, I've never really thought about that before,” Gregory replied.“Of course you haven't. I did a little research in the library, and I found a book written by my great-great-grand uncle about supernatural beings. The Luna of a Pack has physical abilities like every other werewolf, but there's one ability that distinguishes her from the other wolves, and that is her ability to control the minds of the werewolves. This is to bridge the gap of power
CHAPTER 161~3RD PERSON’S POV~~Mystic-Meadow, 700 years ago~The sound of hammering echoed loudly from within Vincent’s workshop. Vincent attended to customers who came to buy kitchen utensils, and the sound was starting to disturb him. As the last customer left the shop, the sound of the hammer came again, and his brows furrowed. Vincent put up the ‘closed’ sign on his shop’s window and immediately walked into the workshop.Darwin’s eyes sparkled brightly, and his sweat glowed bright orange as the sparks from each strike of his hammer flew before him. He clenched his teeth and held the handle of his hammer tightly as a memory from a few weeks ago flashed through his mind. ~~“You keep coming back again and again. No matter what I do, you refuse to give up. Why are you humans so persistent?” Daniella asked softly, with wonder in her eyes.“It’s nothing personal; I just need to get some firewood back to Sir. Vincent,” Darwin replied with a bright smile. His entire body was bruised fro
CHAPTER 162~3RD PERSON'S POV~“Valerie, can you transport me back to Mystic-Meadow?” Gabriella asked as she walked into Marie, Christine, Valerie, and Angela's room. “Mystic-Meadow? You want to go back home to see Anaya?” Valerie asked.“No, I need to find someone. There's a forest in Mystic-Meadow that no one ever goes to because of the terrible myth about it. I need to go there immediately,” Gabriella replied.“Hmm, I can't get you to a place unless I know exactly where you're going. I need to have actually been there to be able to get you there, so I can only get you to Mystic Meadow, but not to this forest you're talking about,” Valerie replied.“I’ll have to find my way to the forest myself then. Just get me to Mystic Meadow,” Gabriella said.“Might I ask what your reason for going there is?” Marie asked, getting up from her bed.Gabriella let out a sigh, then replied, “The person who made the weapons that were used to stab Anaya and Steven stays in the darkest parts of those w
CHAPTER 163~3RD PERSON'S POV~“So, what now?” Mary asked as she followed Edith through a passage in Lady Anaya's house. “Well, I guess we just wait. In her letter, Gabriella said not to proceed with burying Anaya. She thinks the lady isn't dead, and she might have a shot at reviving her,” Edith replied.“But I checked her body for vital signs—there was nothing. Even humans emit magical auras. Although very faint, it can be sensed by people like me who are versed in using magic. But I couldn't find any such aura on Anaya; it's like her life force has been erased completely. Right now, her body is nothing but an empty bag of black blood,” Mary said with a sad expression.Edith saw the sadness on Mary's face, then said with a smile, “It's okay, dear; I'm sure Miss Gabriella will figure something out.” *****“Gabriella? Valerie... Angela,” Marie called as she walked around in the darkness by herself. She listened to the sounds around the area she was in and sniffed the surrounding air t