You Rejected A Silver Wolf

Chapter Seventy-Five - Last Prophecy

Rihanna's POV

Every Lycan had a strong desire to kill Werewolves, which was why they were termed monsters. Logan was one Lycan who wanted peace and loneliness.

"Where's your family?" I broke the twenty seconds of silence.

The Lycan, who I assumed had lost hope, looked up at me with light in his eyes. "Dead."

I wasn't sure if I should ask how, but I brushed it off, not wanting to reopen old wounds. "I can't use sorcery, but if there's another way, I'd help."

"That way is dangerous and requires more energy," he murmured. "I don't quite like it either, so I don't want to suggest it."

I stepped closer, stooping beside him. His green eyes met my brown ones. "Tell me, and let's do it instead."

"Let him tell you before you say we are doing it!" Lana scolded loudly. What was with her? Did she feel it was something we couldn't do?

"Transfer by blood. An archaic kind of sorcery without the sorcery. You'd need to be an Alpha for it to work too," Logan explained.

I stepped back as Lana chuckled. "Tell him a straight no and walk out. That's dark magic. Blood covenant is another word for what he wants."

I heaved a heavy sigh and looked at him again. "So, taking my blood will heal you? In other words, you could kill a Silver Wolf to heal yourself?"

He shook his head nervously. "I don't need just blood, but the energy in the blood."

It was turning into some dark covenant business that I didn't want to partake in.

"Okay, I'll think about it." It was the card I used when I had no intention of agreeing. I rarely thought before doing things.

I still felt terrible that we wouldn't be able to help him. He was the last Lycan. Couldn't something be done?

"And you're the last Silver Wolf. You need to protect your pack and secure the throne for your mate. Don't get distracted," my wolf remarked.

My mind link was tugged on, so I released it. "Alpha, you have a visitor. He wants to meet the Lycan," Beatrice said.

"Visitor? Who is it?" I asked, turning away from the Lycan.

"Alpha Jaden. He has some information that he says you wouldn't like," she replied.

Did he also meet Chris there? If he was seen visiting me while Chris was here, it would raise suspicion. Not that Chris and I were actually a thing.

"I'll meet him outside. Has Chris seen him?"noveldrama

"No, he just got here."

"Good. Tell him to meet me near the border," I said, cutting the mind link.

I took one last glance at the poor Lycan before walking out of the prison, repeating my last card. "I'll think about it."

My legs rushed toward the forest, moving sneakily to avoid Chris realizing I was

leaving. That jerk was making me take precautions in my own pack.

My ears perked up for the sound of growls or paw movements, but as I rounded a corner, I saw a huge gray wolf stretching.

Not what I expected. I shook my head, walking closer to him. He stopped and assumed a more dominant stance.

"Hey! Do tell me you have something to change into," I said, hurrying to a rock to sit. The scroll at his feet looked heavy.

With his muzzle, he nudged it toward me while he stepped off to shift.

I admired his gray wolf for a moment. It resembled Ray's, and like mine, it had an innocent shine to it.

I flung the scroll open, and it rolled down to my feet. My forehead creased; so much for the full version of the prophecy. This looked copied.

But it had the prophecy in full.

"Where did you get this?" I asked Jaden as he came out in human form. Thankfully, he had a shirt and shorts on.

"My librarians searched all night for it. Some might have gotten sick from inhaling dust," he chuckled.

I looked up. "Do wolves get sick? Like, bad health? How bad could it be?"

He halted his steps as he walked toward me. "Where do you live? Wolves can get sick, but like any ailment or injury, we recover fast."

That was the problem. The Lycan sounded like his sickness had been ongoing, and he had been searching for a solution.

Since being at Red Moon and Black Hills, his sole duty must have been to find a way to get to me. Perhaps that was why he acted weak.

"The last prophecy, I don't get it. After all the heroic things the Silver Wolf will do, it ends with, 'Or must the story be this way?' Really?"

Was the prophet writing a book while reporting revelations?

"I believe he means there was a way to avert the prophecy entirely or change how it would end," Jaden suggested.

Those were deep words coming from him. I smiled. "I guess. But as the main character in this, I'm yet to see the evil."

Not that I couldn't wait to fulfill a prophecy-I had a lot of time. But wasn't I supposed to meet trials and hassles first?

"I suspect it will rise soon. It could have been avoided, yet we let it become a revengeful, hateful beast..."

Why did that conjure a picture? I turned toward the direction of the prison.

"Have someone in mind?" Jaden asked.

I faced him and nodded. "The Lycan you wanted to see. He gave me an offer I'll be refusing. I'm sure it won't sit well with him."

Jaden frowned, gazing toward the prison hold. "It's dangerous for you to be around

that Lycan. And Dara said he came to you-what's the full story?"

I smiled, folding my arms. "He was chased here by Chris and Ray. Ray's injured, and the

Lycan wanted to talk. His offer was ridiculous."

I didn't know which part made Jaden's frown deepen, but I'd assume it was Ray getting hurt.

"Chris is here again?"

Or maybe not. He definitely frowned at Chris being here.

I shrugged, slapping my thighs. "He put up a fight when I wanted him to leave and forced me to ask the Lycan for the offer."

I rolled my eyes at the thought. "I won't be telling him, though. He should try to kill

me again this time in front of my brother."

"Killing you?" Jaden asked in disbelief.

I faced him and raised my head so he'd see the slight scar. Maybe I was being petty,

but everyone had to know Chris laid hands on me.

With his index finger, Jaden brushed over the bruise. Sparks rose within me at the gesture.

He examined it tenderly before breathing out. "I'm sorry about that. You should let it

heal."

I nodded, looking down. "And until we figure out what exactly the prophecy means, or

how to answer the Lycan, I'll just keep this scroll."

He nodded. "What was his offer?"

"Transferring energy through sorcery to him. If not, he dies. He's very ill," I listed, watching Jaden's face for a reaction.

"That Lycan is shady. Energy transfer always has an aftereffect on the user. So does sorcery. He'd leave you almost wasted," Jaden stated.

Lana made an approving yelp, and I nodded in agreement. Since I wasn't agreeing, I'd better think of how to tell Logan.