The Moon Goddess' Chosen

490 Panic Mode Again

The colossal wolf regarded Trevor for a moment before turning to a ‘more formidable foe.’

What could the hunter do against it… after crushing an armoured truck into it, the wolf looked unfazed. The steel scythes suddenly felt harmless. Trevor had also fallen onto his backside as he backed away, which only made him look less of a threat.

Fortunately, the white wolf didn’t look interested in him. The white wonder stared up at the rogue intently, paying the hunter almost no attention whatsoever. The wolf didn’t seem to fear the rogue either but it also made no attempt to attack or assert dominance.

Trevor wanted to ask which royal this was… but the words wouldn’t leave his throat out of fear. At this point, drawing the wolf’s attention felt like a taboo.

It took Trevor a few moments to get his senses and rationality back. And when he did, he turned to face the slope behind him once more. The rogue looked even less inclined to attack them now… no matter how angered it appeared.

‘How was it one rogue?’ Trevor’s thoughts roared through his mind. He kept waiting for at least two more to show up but it never happened.

For the moment, they were protected by the large wolf. The rogue placed one paw forward and froze watching the white wolf for a reaction. After a seemingly difficult internal debate, the large black wolf retreated and vanished over the slope and out of sight.

Trevor let out a breath he didn’t know he had been holding in. If it had come down to it, he didn’t know if he would be able to fight against the rogue.

From what he knew of alphas, it wasn’t supposed to be capable of bulldozing an armoured truck clear off the road.

.....

The sound of soft groans and grunts snapped the dazed hunter out of his thoughts. There were other people in the car he ought to have tended to. But there was the matter of the white wolf blocking on side of the…

A problem which was solved the moment he turned to face the creature.

The abnormally large creature was now resting further away from the car, curled up like a ball, its white tail swishing comfortably as it watched the hunter and his group of humans.

For some reason, Trevor was certain it wouldn’t attack.

Without wasting any more time, he worked on getting his companions out of the car. A few seatbelts had to be cut to get them out and thanks to the first aid kit he had, he was able to clean and dress their wounds.

Fortunately, no one had any serious injuries. Whitney took longer to stir and Beatrice seemed to space out often with a bewildered expression. Trevor could only imagine her life was currently flashing before her eyes and gave her shoulder a squeeze. “Here, take some water,” he handed her a bottle of water.

“Trevor, what attacked us? More importantly…” Peter jerked his chin in the white wolf’s direction, gesturing to their current furry company.

“Well… That my friend is the guardian the rogue was afraid of. He… or she is the reason the rogue chasing us didn’t make sure we were dead,” Trevor sighed.

“That wolf… is a royal, right?” Peter asked, uncertain himself.

Trevor paused in his job as a field medic and regarded the large wolf for a moment, “What can I tell you, Peter? I’m just as surprised and ignorant as you are right now. Until today, I was sure werewolves didn’t have the strength to tip an armoured truck but here were are.

We crashed… and there he was. A two-meter werewolf-at least- that stopped a rolling car without sustaining any injury.

I would say we interfered with his slumber but he wasn’t even injured after our car crushed right into him. He barely looked bothered.”

“She?”

“I don’t care anymore, Peter,” Trevor chuckled.

Peter remained silent for a moment, trying to get over the fact that they were in the presence of an anomaly. Disregarding the power of the wolf’s presence was next to impossible but Peter figured he had to do something.

“What now, Trevor?”

“Well… I don’t think we can get any signal from here… and walking definitely won’t do. I need to do a little thinking…” Trevor stopped talking when a flurry of movement caught his eye.

He turned in time to see the white wolf walking towards them. On its four legs, it was much taller and more intimidating. Perhaps if the wolf had bared its teeth and threatened to eat them alive, they would have run.

But the wolf did no such thing. Even then, the hunter had his chained scythes ready to slice and dice any piece of white or black that came near him… regardless of how friendly his shaky self thought that creature was.

“Let him through,” a hoarse voice ordered. 𝗳𝔯𝙚e𝒘e𝚋𝘯𝚘ν𝙚l.𝑐o𝙢

The tired shaken Seeker stood up on shaky legs only to be helped up by Lyla, “He’s not our enemy.” She continued.

“And what makes you say that? Have you ever seen a wolf the size of two bears before?” Trevor asked, unwilling to believe in her riddles much more. Now that he thought of it, he didn’t have any idea what he was risking his life for exactly.

“What do you even have to tell the king that’s so important?” Trevor asked.

“I know the location of the Rogue King and the fact that he got the power to spread the curse once more,” she summarised, “And I need to get that information to the king before it’s too late. Hell, I’m already nearly two years late. If we are to get out of here, we’ll need all the help we can get, so stand aside Trevor.”

Trevor’s mouth was open for a moment before he closed it and stepped aside to allow the wolf by him. ‘And they trusted only me?!’ he wanted to scream at the higher-ups for giving him such a dangerous mission with no backup.

Peter helped his Whitney up and moved away from the car, following Beatrice’s lead and the five of the watched the colossal wolf roll their car back to its upright position like it was nothing before returning to its former position and sitting comfortably once more.

Trevor sighed and approached the bashed-up car with the hopes of getting it running again. Peter left his girlfriend with the other two ladies and started helping Trevor with the repairs.

“So what’s that wolf’s deal? It’s just going to do the heavy lifting and watch us leave like nothing ever happened?” Peter asked as he checked the engine.

“You tell me, Peter. You just watched him flip a car. I don’t know what to think anymore. I thought King Cole and Luna Katie were going to be the last abominations in this sick and twisted world… but noooo, there seem to be more. Have you noticed he hasn’t spoken a word?” Trevor let out a bit of what he had bottled up while checking the tires and later, the doors and internal systems of the car.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed. Why won’t he shift back into his human form and address us as a normal royal would? For all we know, we could be staring at the Rogue King,” Peter directed his question to the one person who seemed to know what was going on.

Beatrice.

“That’s probably because he can’t. Don’t try to assume you know the workings of the Supernatural. It’s not always that simple. We struggle with as much as shifting to carnivorous urges to wrestling with watching our mates talking to other females, even though we know they are friends…

You can’t begin to fathom how lucky you are to be born human,” Beatrice replied, approaching the white wolf.

“Don’t mind them. They are just on edge,” the woman spoke to the wolf in a softer tone.

The wolf simply huffed and looked away from her, resting its large head on a patch of grass beside its paws.

“Do I know you from somewhere?” Beatrice asked, ignoring the sudden dismissal.

The wolf remained quiet.

“I’m not sure we’ve met. If we have, then it was never in your wolf form. Your divine energy is more refined and abundant than that of any royal I’ve felt before. And yet I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve met you somewhere,” the woman continued unrelentingly.

This time, she stood still and stared at the wolf, knowing how nagging it must have been to be stared at for so long and so intently.

After a few minutes, the wolf lifted its head with a slight look of exasperation and stood to its full height, towering above the woman.

“Beatrice!” Whitney called with a hint of alarm.

“It’s okay, Whitney.”

Tension filled the air as the wolf regarded the woman with cold eyes for a few seconds. “I won’t back down, you know. You must have a reason for helping us.”

The wolf seemed agitated by this woman’s stubborn nature.

After what felt like an eternity, an ethereal voice swept over the clearing, chilling them all to the bone. The voice came from everywhere and the wolf at the same time, seeming otherworldly, ancient and powerful… with a staccato that enforced every word it said.

“WHAT MATTERS… IS NOT WHO I AM, BUT THE MESSAGE YOU DELIVER. TIME TICKS FORWARD TOWARDS INEVITABLE CHAOS,” with these words, the wolf sat back down and tucked curled into a ball, resting its head on the ground.

Whitney was frozen for a moment. Then turned to the two men, completely forgetting about the white wolf resting behind her, “Trevor, is the car ready?”

“Hmm, well, there doesn’t seem to be much that was destroyed. The Agency’s cars were built like war machines. It’s not so easy to take one down,” the man boasted, giving the bonnet a good smack as he praised the car.

“Then what’s keeping us here? We have to go. We don’t have much time,” Whitney squealed. It seemed she’d gleaned a greater meaning into the words the wolf had… echoed.

“Just like that, she’s back in panic mode. Let’s go, Trevor,” Peter nudged the hunter before guiding Beatrice to the back seat.

Before they could get into the car, Whitney turned to the wolf resting, “What about the rogues? What if they attack us again?”

“YOU HAVE A HUNTER BRAVE ENOUGH TO STAND UP TO ME.”

“Aww, thanks, big guy. I might have misjudged you,” Trevor chuckled before getting serious, “Ms Whitney, have a little faith in me. I got this.”

Whitney sighed before getting into the car as well. The engine roared to life after several attempts and the car was tearing across the asphalt in no time. This time, Trevor was intent on getting them to the Great Arena without incident.

He gripped the steering wheel like his life depended on it… and drove as fast as he could. Deep down, he still doubted his ability to face the rogue if it attacked again.

The murderous intent he’d felt rolling off the black crimson-eyed wolf was more than enough to chill his bones.

......….

Unbeknownst to the young hunter, a white figure stayed in their shadow the rest of the journey, following them across the road in a seemingly random pattern, always keeping its distance while keeping an eye on them all the same.

The black rogue was no fool to miss this little detail. Whether he liked it or not… the white wolf was following the car, acting as a protector of the very person seated inside.

Someone that should have died in a river two years ago…

......…..

At the centre of the Origin as far South as the world went, a furious king thrust his fist into the ground, sending a shockwave through the field of lotuses in which he was imprisoned and screamed out in a furious rage, his blue eyes flashing with fury…

Fury fueled his rage… cementing his resolve on bringing more pain to the world… and seeing his next plan through.