Morgan deliberately kept Thomas away from this white wolf in front of him, the human was too weak. Moreover, he didn't want Thomas to know about his problems.
They were in an instant, in a place far enough away, Morgan returned to his human form, followed by the white wolf.
A beautiful woman with shoulder-length hair stood up, fair skin, and red eyes, like wolf eyes, staring at Morgan with a straight face.
"Morgan, I found you."
"Giselle," Morgan mumbled in a low voice. He approached quickly and touched her face, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.
The woman held Morgan's hand. She shook her head slowly with a heavy sigh.
"I'm Michelle."
Morgan furrowed his brows, he ignored her hand and continued to touch it. The woman did not resist the touch of Morgan's hand, instead, she wiped the tears that rolled down the man's cheeks with the back of her hand.
"I'm Michelle," she repeated.
Morgan chuckled hoarsely, he shook his head and pulled the woman's body into his arms. She wept bitterly.
"I'm sorry ... Giselle ... I'm sorry ...."
Michelle was silent, closed her eyes in Morgan's arms, her hands wrapped around the man's waist, hugging him back tightly.
Giselle is Michelle's twin sister.
Michelle has long left pack Blue Moon to wander every corner of the Megalima kingdom, her heart is broken when she finds out her pack was slaughtered overnight.
Everyone died, including her twin sister. Only Morgan is alive, made the scapegoat of another pack of wolves. Michelle is grateful that she got to meet Morgan, the only family from her pack left.
He knew Morgan's love for Michelle was deep, everyone in the pack knew what it was like.
"Giselle, you are still alive."
Morgan kept muttering and gently rubbing Michelle's head. The man still thought Michelle was Giselle.
Michelle and Giselle's faces are indeed very similar, like betel nuts cut in half. If only Michelle remained in the pack, then no one would be able to tell them apart, including Morgan.
"Morgan, listen. I'm Michelle, not Giselle."
The woman pushed Morgan gently, cupping her cheeks, which were already wet with tears.
Michelle tried to be patient with Morgan.
Morgan shook his head, he knew what was in front of him was Michelle, not Giselle. But he couldn't get rid of the images of Giselle in his mind. They were all too similar: the eyes that Michelle had, the little lips, and the silky hair. Even in her wolf form, she looked like Giselle.
Morgan's heart is between sad and happy, he is sad because he knows the truth, he is happy because he can see the same face that Giselle has again.
Giselle was killed on the night of the massacre by the Red Moon pack, she was killed in front of her, Morgan even remembers the blood staining Giselle's white shirt, he also heard Giselle's mournful scream at the last moment.
Morgan couldn't and he couldn't accept Giselle's horrific death. It was as if he wanted to die with her that night.
"Giselle, I'm sorry. Sorry that I didn't save you …."
Morgan buried his head in Michelle's shoulder, The werewolf sobbed, his arms wrapped tightly around Michelle's waist.
Michelle snorted, she couldn't say anything more, she knew. Morgan must have been shaken to see a figure that looked like Giselle, but it wasn't her fault that Michelle had the same face as Giselle.
They were twins, no one could deny that fact.
"Giselle..."
Michelle pushed Morgan in disgust, she slapped him hard.
Morgan widened his eyes in disbelief. He glared at Michelle. "Giselle, why did you slap me?"
Michelle chuckled, she couldn't let Morgan continue in the illusion he created himself, his hand slapping Morgan's cheek hard.
"Be aware! I'm Michelle!"
Morgan looked up and clutched his numb cheeks. The red palms were etched clearly on his cheeks, he grimaced.
"Michelle?" Morgan asked in a confused voice, he looked at the woman in front of him sadly. "Forgive me."
Michelle snorted, she sat down again and patted him on the shoulder. "You can cry all you want on my shoulder today."
Morgan looked down deeply, embarrassed by his attitude, he chuckled softly. "Not."
Michelle took a deep breath, she leaned her body against the tree, looking up at the cloudless blue sky, the leaves of the tree she was leaning against swaying in the wind, the shadow of the tree protecting them from the scorching heat.
"Our pack has been slaughtered. What do you do next?"
Morgan turned to Michelle, she must have heard that he messed with a wizard in the Redmoon pack and killed his Alpha.
"I do not know." Morgan straightened his legs, he closed his eyes slowly.
He has no plans after defeating Alpha from Red Moon, he follows Iris because he is attracted by the smell of the Witch and intends to find out where Michelle is.
And now he has met Giselle twin, Michelle. What should he do?
Morgan was confused.
Michelle saw the expression on Morgan's face that looked deep in thought, she sighed harshly.
"We have to avenge our pack."
Morgan turned his head in confusion, Alpha is dead, do they have to kill the Red Moon pack too?
Impossible to do it alone with Michelle.
Maybe if you use Iris and Alita's powers, you can.
"We're going to massacre the royal family," Michelle said with a piercing cold voice, she looked at Morgan with a straight face. "Those who ordered Alpha Red Moon to slaughter our pack, they are the real masterminds. They have to feel what we feel, the pain and the blood."
Morgan was stunned, he never thought of slaughtering the royal family, their defense was too strong, an ordinary werewolf like him wouldn't be able to touch them even a fingertip, even Andreas who was a prince, couldn't kill him because he was protected by the harpies.
"Michelle, no kidding. We don't have that much power to do it."
Michelle chuckled with a straight face, she touched Morgan's firm jaw, then touched the man's neck.
"Who said that killing a child has to be with great force? The kid that came with you just now, one of the royal family isn't it?"
Morgan's eyes widened, he swallowed hard, he didn't expect Michelle to have sharp eyes to recognize Thomas.
"He is indeed a prince, but ... but he was banished from the throne," said Morgan as he stood up, he suddenly felt worried about the state of Thomas who just lived in the middle of the forest.
"Michelle, don't tell me you met me with your soul mate?"
Michelle smiled a little, the wind gusting around them, blowing the leaves and dust away.
"Well, you know."