Chapter 203
There was a short moment of silence.
Then Daran spoke up with a tight frown, “We don’t know if that will help us. replace Janet.”
“But we gotta try!” Morgana balled her fists, saying hastily. “The Lycans apparently don’t want a Werewolf King. Why? Because the Werewolf King is the only person who has the power to stand up to the Lycans! Possibly the only one who can track. down the Lycans! That is our only chance!”
“Then let’s do it!” Casper said hoarsely, “I am willing to make a deal with a devil just to get my sister back!”
All eyes were on Daran at the moment, waiting for him to make a decision.
Yet the furrow between his brows grew deeper.
And he still hadn’t said anything.
“What the fuck are you waiting for Daran! Don’t you want to get Janet back?” Casper snapped.
Morgana was equally perplexed, “Yeah, what is the hold–up? I thought this was what you want the most! You even made friends with Lance for this! We are handing you the crown right now. What the hell are you waiting for?”
Daran took in a deep breath, an anxious expression on his face.
He wanted this. Yes. But…
He could still remember how Janet accused him of being manipulative and power–hungry.
After that night in the vineyard, he decided to give up on his plan.
Janet didn’t like a power–hungry man. Fine. Then he wouldn’t be that g
guy.
He wanted to prove to Janet that between her and the power, she was the more important one.
If she found out that he crowned himself as King behind her back, would she be mad at him again?
But he couldn’t stand her being mad at him.
What he couldn’t stand was losing her forever.
“…Let’s do this. Now,” he said hoarsely.
Casper cried out at once, “Great! So how does this work? How can he become the Werewolf King?”
“Lance told us that this ritual involves the Rogue King offering his blood voluntarily to an Alpha,” Morgana said quickly. “Kass, will you?”
Kass stepped up at once.
He pulled out a dagger and made a cut on his hand. Blood dripped down from his fingertips.
“What should I do? Feed my blood to you?” he asked.
“Hand me that dagger,” Daran said.
Holding the dagger in his hand, Daran turned the point to himself and struck it directly into his chest!
Blood gushed out immediately.
The crowd gasped together.
“What are you doing!” Casper cried.
“It will kill you!” Balvina yelled.
“No…No it won’t…That was how Lance did it…”
Daran held his wounded chest, his face quickly turning pale due to the blood loss.
“Now…drip your blood onto my wound.”
He said to Kass, gritting his teeth in pain.
“…And say that you recognize me as King to rule both worlds, the werewolves and the rogues…”
Kass held his hand on Daran’s wound.
He squeezed his fists.
Blood dripped down, seeped into the wound, and mixed with Daran’s blood.
He began in a strained voice:
“I, Kastor Lane, the King of the Rogues, hereby recognize Daran Albright as the Werewolf King, sovereign of the werewolves and the rogues!”
Everyone held their breaths, staring at Daran’s bleeding wound.
“Look!” Balvina gasped.
A ray of light shone from his bleeding wound, as though his heart was just set on fire!
That light quickly spread to the rest of his body.
His veins were illuminated under his skin. It almost seemed that hot lava was flooding in his veins, not blood.
Daran made a painful cry and dropped down on one knee.
Veins popped on his forehead. His body trembled violently, as though going through some unbearable pain.
He snapped his head up-
Intricate patterns had crawled up onto his face, threading around his eyes.
And the color of his pupils has changed as well.
It became a golden red, like a burning fire!
“What is going on!!” Casper yelled, taking a step back. “Is that–Is that normal?!” Morgana cried back, “We don’t know! Nobody here has ever become King before!”
Daran arched his back in pain.
He opened his mouth.
A deafening howl escaped his throat.
He shifted into a giant black wolf–even larger than his original size–and the light within his body grew brighter.
With a booming noise, flames soared up, consuming the black wolf.
The scorching heat caused everyone to stumble back in panic.
“There is definitely something wrong!” Casper roared, “FUCK! If he burns himself, how will we replace Janet?!”
Kass cried, “Don’t worry! Maybe this works like the phoenix’s rebirth! Dying in the flames and reborn from the ashes-
“But he is not a phoenix, isn’t he?! He is just a fucking wolf!”
The soaring flames burned for minutes before gradually dying out.
The crowd rushed in at once.
They found a giant wolf lying on the ashes.
Its whole body was now imprinted with intricate patterns. A patch of golden fur appeared on its forehead.
“Daran!” Morgana crouched down and called into its ears.
The wolf’s eyelids fluttered and then slowly opened up.
Those eyes were like fierce flames.
“I can smell the Lycans.”
Daran spoke up in a weak yet firm voice.
“They are gathered in the Alai Mountains down south. We should leave, now.”
<hr/>Janet slowly opened her eyes.
It felt as though she had been asleep for a very, very long time.
Her body was numb and stiff. Her mind was blank. It took her a long while to realize where she was.
She was still lying in the back of that truck, which was packed still right now.
She tried to pull herself up but couldn’t gather a shred of energy.
Probably because of the wolfsbane that they fed her.
Or simply because she hadn’t eaten anything in a long time.
…How long had it been since Westin abducted her?
It felt like days, which meant that they had left the Blood Moon Pack already and it would be even more difficult for her to escape.
Janet struggled to sit up and came close to the truck’s door.
Her hands were no longer tied.
So she raised a hand and carefully pushed the iron door.
It swung open a crack.
The door was not locked!
Janet reined her excitement as she pushed the door a little further, taking a peek outside.
She saw an endless green, accompanied by muggy heat.
The truck seemed to have driven into a rainforest.
And the best part was–nobody was around now.
Janet didn’t think twice before jumping off the truck and dashed forward as fast as she could!
Her heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled through the dense woods.
She didn’t know where she was going.
A heavy fog veiled the path ahead, making every step a gamble.
But that didn’t matter.
As long as she was getting away from the truck, it was fine.
Her clothes clung to her skin as she ran. The mud–slicked ground made each step difficult. But she pushed forward anyway.
The forest was extremely quiet with the heavy fog, broken only by her labored. breaths and hurried steps, creating an eerie atmosphere.
After what felt like 20 minutes, Janet finally saw a vague shadow behind the mist ahead.
Could it be a passerby?
Maybe she could ask for help.
Janet picked up her pace, closing the gap between her and that shadow.
And eventually, she saw clearly what that shadow was.
… It was the exact truck that she escaped from!
Janet stood on her spot, and froze, her chest heaving, with a chill running down her spine.
She had circled back to the beginning point.
What the fuck was wrong with this goddamn place!
A hand was placed on her shoulder from behind.
Janet jumped.
Somebody leaned close to her ears and whispered with a smile in his voice: “Welcome to the Lycan’s land, my love.”
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