The Lunar Curse: A Second Chance With Alpha Draven

Meredith.

"Why are you suddenly interested in Valmora?" Draven asked without missing a beat.

That wasn’t the answer I wanted to hear, and he seemed to not care. Also, he looked like he wasn’t going to answer my questions until I gave him what he wanted.

"I heard it from somewhere," I lied.

He gazed at me for a moment before shaking his head. freewebnσvel.cѳm

"Valmora isn’t just a name you hear anywhere. And most people in your generation might not have any idea about her. So tell me... the truth."

Draven still remained calm and closed after refusing to buy my lies, having caught up with my sham. At least he wasn’t flaring up.

"Okay." I agreed. "I will tell you how I got that name after finding out her identity. What do you say?"

We struck a deal.

Draven stood to his feet and walked over to my spot before leaning back towards his desk. Then he supported his balance with his palms pressed hard on the desk before gesturing for me to sit.

I took a seat without peeling my gaze off him.

"Valmora is or was the name of the wolf of the wolf Queen."

"The wolf Queen?" I repeated. I have heard briefly about the wolf Queen at school, but I hadn’t been interested.

And now, I wasn’t sure the short sentence information I had could be compared with a while lot of what Draven knew.

Draven nodded. "The wolf Queen, Serena, was the first female warrior in our history from centuries back. She was powerful, powerful enough to lead her own tribe until her death. And many people attributed her success in battle to her blood-thirsty wolf, Valmora. She loved the battlefield and always left her mark."

My brows furrowed. I really couldn’t understand what I was learning.

"You know what they say about having a powerful wolf? It determines how special, how important you are and how high you can climb. It determines your achievement and fate. And this is also how Alpha’s are conferred," Draven added, leaning away from his desk.

He started walking towards his library at the other end, prompting me to jump on my feet and follow him.

As we stood before one of the tall shelves, I watched him glance through each tow before reaching out to pick out a book with a red dusty jacket.

Then he snatched the book in my hand and returned it to the right shelf before turning to me.

"You know what it is to have and lead your own tribe?" He asked me.

I shook my head at first, then quickly thought of something. "Does that mean we were divided by tribes instead of the packs we were split by?"

"Yes," he confirmed. "From the history records, there were only three werewolf tribes back then, and Serena led the largest one. And of course, the other two leaders didn’t like that. Rogue wolves emerged and constantly attacked Serena’s territory. She destroyed all of them."

Draven blew air across the cover, but I didn’t see any sign of dust on it. Then I watched him us his fingers to slide across the cover, as if it would remove any speck of dirt on it.

The dusty worn-out cover remained the same.

"So, I’m assuming that our race was finally split into packs after Serena’s death?" I asked. My gaze remained unmoving.

Draven nodded and then bypassed me to walk over to another shelf. Without stalling even for a second, he reached out for a compartment that held some worn-out looking scrolls and picked one.

I was fascinated when he handed the book and the scroll to me.

"How did Serena die?" I inquired, my gaze lingering on the scroll.

It felt like something ancient that held real records from the past. It looked and felt important, like a treasure.

And this was my first time coming across something like this.

"You should find that out yourself." Draven gestures to the stuff in my hands. "It was a very interesting end."

I doubted that. I could already smell power fractions and tugs already.

Then he said to me, "But it was rumoured that Serena was so strong and powerful because she received help from the Faes and got involved with their magic."

My gaze quickly snapped to his face, my heart, beating wildly against my chest.

Faes? They’ve been around for so long.

Something about this Valmora history suddenly felt deeper than what I was expecting.

"Are there any faes left in our world today?" I asked Draven, hiding my troubled heart.

"No," he said. "They were all annihilated along with another race."

Then I noticed his gaze darken as his eyes shifted past me. He looked troubled and a little bit furious as soon as he mentioned the other race. And I felt tempted to ask him about it.

"What’s the other race?" I tried my luck.

My question seemed to draw him out of whatever trance he had been trapped in.

"I thought you asked about Valmora?" He asked, crossing his arms behind him.

I exhaled deeply before slowly nodding. He didn’t want to answer my question which I didn’t understand why.

I mean, it was just a name, or should I have to study history books separately for it as well?

"Now tell me how you got that name and why you are trying to find information on her?" Draven asked with raised brows and a pointed look.

I never downplayed the idea of him remembering our deal and asking for my part. It’s just that I wasn’t satisfied enough with the information he had verbally given so far.

Maybe, he shouldn’t have had to mention the other race which my mind was now itching to learn about.

"I had a dream last night," I started, trying to find my footing. "I can’t really remember the content and context apart from the name that was mentioned; Valmora. So, I thought to look the name up and see if I would be able to connect the dots, or remember what my dream was all about."

I lied without flinching, even holding Draven’s gaze without fear.

I didn’t know what gave me the courage, but suddenly, I had turned into a very good liar.