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 hed 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, hot 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. “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?”
“No, he just got here.”
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“Good. Tell him to meet me near the border,” I said, cutting the min Jink
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 reizing 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 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.
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