They finally stopped in a cave behind a waterfall, Morgan chose that place to hide and avoid the wolves who smelled their scent.
"You are okay?" Morgan asked Iris, who was still shaking, either from fear or the cold.
"I'm fine," said Iris, she barely had the strength to move her body anymore.
Morgan rose to his feet, gathered dry wood, and made a fire, making the cave a little warmer.
Litzy as usual, huddled beside Thomas, Iris was worried, but then she breathed a sigh of relief when she found out that Thomas's wound wasn't too bad, he just lost a lot of blood.
Morgan leaned against the boulder in the cave as he watched as Iris began to bandage Thomas's wound to stop the bleeding.
"Why do you care about him?" Morgan asked curiously, Iris took a deep breath and sat next to Morgan, comforting herself.
"He's my savior," Iris said curtly, resting her head on Morgan's muscular arm, biting her lip as her hand itched so badly to touch.
"Savior?"
"You know ... before him, I lived alone and lonely," Iris said again, remembering the hiding place that had kept her imprisoned for hundreds of years.
"I can't get out of there without him." Iris smiled, remembering the first time she met Thomas, very cute.
"But you have me now," said Morgan suddenly, assuming that Iris's feelings were just retribution.
They stared at each other because they were so close. Morgan could feel Iris' warm breath against her face.
"You remember my request?" Morgan shifted his body to face Iris, the Witch sighed, unwilling to lose such solid support.
"Okay, what idiot wolf do you want? Say it quickly."
When Iris remembers Morgan's request, she gets annoyed that Morgan got her into a silly argument.
"Be my Luna," Morgan said calmly, his hand grabbing Iris' long hair, bringing it to her nose, the scent of roses wafting from it.
"Are you crazy? I became your Luna?" Iris almost laughed, is this wolf kidding? Werewolves must be paired with werewolves, not Witches.
"Since the first time I saw you on the cliff, I didn't like this smell, it was very strong." Morgan ignored Iris' words, he leaned towards Iris, making the Witch almost half lying on the ground.
"But I always pictured this smell, in my head, making me drunk. Subconsciously, I miss you more than I thought." Morgan caressed Iris' beautiful face, his eyes drooping.
"When you came to me, I knew you were the one, which made me feel the passion for life," Morgan continued, grinning, his eyes blazing with passion.
"No kidding! The werewolf pair was determined by the moon goddess!" Iris tried to deny Morgan's words, her face red to the ears.
"Yes, and I'm sure the moon goddess chose you for me, Iris you are my Luna." Morgan was adamant, Iris tried to wriggle out of Morgan's arms, but Morgan grabbed Iris's two hands and put them on top of her head.
"I'm a witch." Iris closed her eyes, trying to calm herself who was almost screaming with joy at Morgan's statement, her heart pounding uncontrollably.
"Well, there are wolves that pair with other races, my brother pairs up with vampires."
"But I ... I've been paired with ..." Iris' mouth was covered by Morgan, and the man looked at Iris disapprovingly.
Morgan had never liked Thomas since the first time he saw him, he didn't know why, every time he looked at the dying man, Morgan felt threatened.
"Don't you dare mention that in front of me, I hate to hear it, you're mine, my Luna?" Iris looked into Morgan's brown eyes, they didn't show any hesitation.
Morgan pressed their foreheads together, their breaths becoming one in the cave.
"Iris, you are mine."
Iris was silent, she didn't reject Morgan's statement, she was confused, part of her heart screamed with pleasure to hear it, and part of her heart trembled sadly at the memory of Thomas.
Iris is worried.
"You don't have to accept it now," Morgan said when he saw the doubt in Iris' eyes, he grabbed her, and buried his head in Iris's neck, taking deep sips of her scent.
"I'll wait until that time comes," he whispered, Iris felt her body tremble, like hypnotized, Iris speechless, moved her arms back to hug Morgan, making them both dissolve into silence.
***
Andreas' face can't be said to be good, the mood has very badmood, he arrived at the Red Moon pack at dawn and saw chaos everywhere, he also saw Alpha sitting helplessly on the ground.
Without asking, Andreas already knew that his prey had been released. They are completely unreliable.
Is he angry?
No, He was so excited that he licked his lips and his hand touched the blood left on the ground.
"Brother, we will meet soon." Andreas chuckled while glancing behind him. He had come with his entourage, a group of Orcs and Harpies.
"Kyle!" Andreas exclaimed, Kyle who was in the sky immediately landed right in front of Andreas and bowed for a while.
"Find his tracks two kilometers from this place, he won't go far, his blood is quite a lot." Andreas licked his bloodied hands, his eyes gleaming with obsession.
"Make sure you don't miss a single drop of blood that's on the ground," he continued, Harpies have sharper eyesight than werewolves. Andreas chuckled and glanced at Alpha, who was being treated by Alena.
"Right now he's with witches and werewolves. You guys are no longer of any use."
Andreas didn't expect Thomas to be with Witch, so it was very troublesome. The air around here was full of the scent of roses that made his head spin, he was sure this was one of their attempts to obscure the trail for the werewolves.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Kyle immediately flew off and ordered the other Harpies to disperse.
Alena heard Andreas' words growl in disapproval.
"What do you mean useless? We've done everything! Where's your gratitude?!" Alena shouted angrily, feeling that everything they did was not appreciated.
"Who are you to shout at me!" Andreas snapped, and suddenly Alena's body became weak and fell to the ground, Alena looked at Andreas trembling.
What kind of power is this? Her entire body trembled violently in an instant.
"You're just a Luna."
Andreas saw Alpha lying weak and covered in wounds, he was surrounded by other wolves.
"You better take care of your dying Alpha."
As Andreas turned away, Alena blinked, feeling humiliated, her face red with anger, her lips moving uncontrollably.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Alena subconsciously tightened her nails on her thighs, leaving scars and blood. Alena was completely helpless.