Damian thought it was Daniel who was fighting alone, so he rushed to cut down the rogues without mercy. But apparently it wasn't his younger brother and this was proven by the wolf's emerald green eyes.
Damian changed into human form again. His brow furrowed as he stared at the figure of a wolf that was so similar to his colony. Both have silver fur, which is the characteristic of the wolves of the pack he leads.
"Who are you?"
A few seconds passed in silence until the wolf also changed its body into a human too so that now Damian was standing opposite the figure of a man. There was no need to question the appearance of the two and how they behaved, Damian was very ordinary unless he was in front of the eyes of a human girl.
"Where do you come from?" Damian asked again while emitting a strong aura of intimidation.
Damian's sense of smell was also very sharp, detecting the smell this man was emitting. Unlike werewolves in general, this guy had another scent that immediately made him alert. However, besides that, the emerald bead in front of him really attracted his attention.
Could it be that this person is the final symbol?
"Who are you?" Not answering, the person instead returned the question to Damian.
"First answer my question, who are you? And where are you from?" Damian didn't want to give in.
"My name is Dave. I'm from—" Dave, who in fact was too used to human life, felt really shivering because the temperature of the forest was so cold. When he changed shifts to become a wolf and then fought the rogues, his energy was drained enough to make him weak and then unconscious.
Damian swiftly supported Dave's body which was almost collapsing towards him. At that moment, the smell that had entered his sense of smell became stronger. Then he turned to Dave's hand.
"Tch, it turns out to be mixed vampire blood. "How disgusting," he muttered after seeing the last symbol on Dave's hand.
"Damian!" Not long after, Daniel and the others approached.
Damian then carried Dave's body so he could stand. "Take him to the pack," he said.
"Who is he? He is not from our colony." Of course Daniel wondered. He had been very suspicious of Dave, whose wolf shape was the same as his colony's but had a different smell.
"I don't know where he came from either, but... there is vampire blood flowing in his body."
"What?"
Then Damian's blue eyes stared intensely into Daniel's hazel eyes. "A person of mixed blood between two different immortal beings. He is the final key I am looking for."
Damian looked back at Dave who was limp, showing the man's hand to Daniel.
"How can two creatures who are always enemies love each other?" Daniel muttered in surprise.
It's surprising indeed. For the first time, Damian met a mixed-blood figure like Dave, who had werewolf and vampire blood flowing through him. No one knows the back story, but the most important thing is that he has found all the keys to protecting the Goddess's crystal.
"Hurry up and take him."
Then Daniel carried Dave's body to the pack. Meanwhile Damian was still standing, silently watching them walk away.
Actually, this was a very sudden thing. Apart from finding the last symbol, he also felt a premonition that was difficult to describe after looking at Dave's attention. True emerald eyes are quite rare, but no rarer than violet beads. Frankly, there was a strangely familiar feeling.
Don't worry, don't think differently. Damian is a normal wolf. He just felt there was closeness between himself and Dave.
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For the umpteenth uncountable time, Jeane took a deep breath as she continued trying to open the door handle which was locked from the outside. Now she sat against the door while trying to think about how to get out of this place.
While feeling a stinging sensation on her lips that made her hiss softly, Jeane moved her eyes around the room looking for something until finally she saw a fairly wide glass window. She quickly stood up and approached the window before pulling aside the curtains that covered it.
"Oh, fuck." An automatic curse was uttered. This place reminded her of the Rapunzel fairy tale where Rapunzel was locked up by her stepmother in a high tower.
Jeane intended to get out through the window, but it seemed impossible. If she is determined to keep running away, she won't go home but will return to God's arms. This building is really high, it cannot be reached except by flying.
"Annoying dog!" she grumbled then turned around and went back to trying to find a way to escape.
In the midst of busy looking around, Jeane was a little distracted to take a closer look at this quite luxurious room. There were several expensive objects that amazed her. A king size bed with elegant patterned sheets, classic paintings, a statue of a beautiful woman, several luxurious sofas and also a large clock standing in the corner of the room. She had thought about taking these things away and selling them, they would definitely be expensive.
Apart from that, the atmosphere here seems to bring Jeane into a fairy tale world. The design motifs printed on each object are very far from modernization. Yes, like ancient royal fairy tales.
Suddenly the door opened, breaking Jeane's silence which then made her shift her attention to the person who had just arrived.
"Your food, Luna," said a woman who had just arrived, carrying a tray of food.
"Who are you? Why can you open that door? Do you have the key?" asked Jeane, driven by her desire to escape.
"I am your servant. Alpha ordered me to serve you." The woman bowed slightly politely when answering Jeane's question.
Don't expect Jeane to quickly understand the woman's words. Her steps moved closer to the servant who of course was Omega.
"Alpha?"
"Our leader, Mr. Damian Redix."
Jeane's slow brain worked so hard that her forehead furrowed. "Why alpha? He's a math maniac?"
The woman suddenly looked up and remained silent, confused by Jeane's question. She seemed as clueless as the words the girl said.
"I've only heard of the term alpha in mathematics. So he's a wolf who's good at counting?" Jeane added carelessly.
"I don't understand what you're saying, Luna."
Jeane's frown grew thicker. She was increasingly confused by the names addressed to her. "Luna? Why am I called Luna? Damian also called me Luna earlier. My name is Jeane, Jeane Nuella! Not Luna."
"Miss Jeane Nuella, you are called Luna because you are the mate of our alpha," explained the maid.
"What?" Jeane was stunned. At this moment, she remembered Lucas' words about mate. Oh, damn! It's impossible if the joke is also real.
"You're the woman he's always thought about all this time. Alpha has been trying to find you for years but hasn't found you. Know that he really loves you and is waiting for you."
Jeane still didn't accept common sense. There are so many wonders that give rise to question marks that just emerge from the mind. "How is that possible? I only met him yesterday."
"Maybe you just met him, but your fate was decided long ago by the goddess of the moon."
Jeane took a deep breath, feeling irritated by the situation. Goddess who? Why was it so presumptuous to match her with an imaginary creature? Jeane wanted to ask again, but her mouth was tired. She just wanted to escape from this place.
"I really don't understand this werewolf world. I only believe in Jesus Christ. Now can I go home? I have a family out there."
"It looks like it won't be easy for you to go home if Mr. Damian doesn't let you." The waiter smiled, but it was a smile that made Jeane even more angry.
"Does he have any rights to me?" It seemed that Jeane's head was already filled with boiling blood.
"Of course. He has a lot of rights over you, in fact your whole body is his right, Luna," answered the servant very easily and confidently.
Jeanne was silent. Her sharp gaze narrowed suspiciously at the female servant. "You're a werewolf too?"
"Yes. Everyone in this building is a werewolf. You are the only human here. If you weren't our Luna, you would have become dinner," concluded the waiter.
Holding back her annoyance, Jeane turned back to the window and looked out the glass with a resigned look. This was the first time she felt what it was like to be kidnapped. Worse by stealth.
Will Damian ask for ransom later? Or will they kill me and sell my internal organs on human trafficking sites circulating on the deep web? Automatically, the girl's thoughts wandered far from reality even though it was clear that Damian really loved her.
"If only a prince would pick me up," her monologue started to become incoherent.
Her Violet looked at several people walking around below. It looks like an ordinary person, there is no difference. However, it's still strange to remember a different world.
"But it's no use, my hair isn't as long as Rapunzel's and it's not gold." Again she mumbled as if she were in a fairy tale world.
She was so engrossed in staring expectantly out the window that he didn't realize that the servant had left and was replaced by a man who was standing leaning against the door, folding his arms across his chest. Secretly the man heard Jeane's muttering from behind which he thought was very ridiculous.
"Your prince is already here. What are you hoping to get out there for?" said the man.
Jeane turned around and immediately shot a sharp gaze at the man who was none other than Damian.
"Can I go home now?! You've bitten my lower lip. Are you not satisfied?!" Jeane snapped.
A soft breath blew out, Damian then stepped closer. He doesn't put on any expression at all because he rarely appears to smile except at certain times where no one sees him.
"Don't try to come any closer!" Jeane raised one hand in front of her, facing her palm towards Damian so that the man wouldn't close the distance.
"Why? You don't want your first night with me?" Damian stopped walking.
"Are you kidding?! We were never married! You're just a kidnapper!" said Jeane without lowering her tone even a little.
"Then we'll get married tomorrow." Damian said very lightly and without hesitation.
The man took another step. It got closer and Jeane reflexively took a step back. But unfortunately, behind her there was no longer room for her to move away from Damian because she had been standing near the window so that the man could lock her position with both hands resting on the edge of the window. If she is determined to escape, then she has to jump.
"When I was 18, it seemed like you were still a child. That's why it was difficult for me to find you. And now I'm very happy because I can hug you." Damian leaned in and locked his blue eyes intensely to lock the girl's attention.
"I love you all my life, Jeane. I promise I will always protect you with all my life."
The soft low voice caressed the ear again. The ocean in Damian's eyes was so calming, but also immersive. The words are sacred and should be spoken in front of the priest. Is this a joke? Jeane continued to give the man a sharp gaze. Without the slightest objection to thinking that all the sentences spoken are sincere.
"Get away from me. Stop talking sweetly with your fucking mouth."
Slowly but enough to make Damian sigh tiredly and then move his body away. He folded his arms in front of his chest. "You're so stubborn. Now what do you want?"
"You're still asking? I want to go home!"
Again, Damian took a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment before finally answering, "no."
After saying that, Damian rushed out of the room and locked the door again from the outside, not allowing Jeane the freedom to move anywhere. He thought the girl just needed time and a little passionate touch.
"DAMIAN!" Jeane shouted as she approached the door and banged on it after Damian left.
It's useless, because Damian won't listen to her. It seems that this time, Jeane will have to pray more and be patient. At least she will remain safe, even though she doesn't know whether she will be able to return to her family or not.
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