The Love of a Lycan

Chapter 916 - SOMEONE IS COMING

If the devils held the same power as the guardian angels and they turned immune to it by using those guardian angels' blood, then how much blood should they be needed for the whole army that they had?

"That shouldn't be the only way we could follow," Torak said, with a frown on his face. "If the devils could use a drop of their blood for every nasty and vicious thing that they had done, we could also use it the same way," he concluded.

Those guardian angels would die within no time if they had to use their blood for the whole army that they enforced. That was the most ridiculous choice and didn't make any sense at all.

Jedrek didn't respond to his brother for some time, his blue eyes turned a few shades darker, when he remembered a conversation from the past.

"It was dark magic," Jedrek murmured. "What those devils doing with the blood from the guardian angels had everything to do with dark magic and only dark witches could perform it."

Torak stared at his brother in disbelief. "How can you be sure about that?" Torak narrowed his eyes. If that was the case, then they would be dealing with yet another new problem on their plates.

"Trust me. I just know it," Jedrek muttered grimly. "Living under the same roof with the devils and the filthy soul of our father would force you to learn one or two things."

Torak shook his head. "We can't do that," he said.

"Do I look like someone who would do it?" Jedrek creased his eyebrows, feeling offended.

"It wouldn't be the first time for you," Torak quipped. He was referring to the latter's actions in the first war and the fact that he had killed his own mate and had chased down Kace's.

"Thanks for reminding me!" he growled frustratedly.

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Rossie put down the crying baby on the ground, but made sure that she tucked him securely in the now warm cloak, before she dipped a piece of cloth in the river water and dabbed it on his tiny mouth.

They were now on a river bank, taking some rest for a while after god knows how long it's been they left Lana….

They couldn't even remember since when they had started walking in this forest without knowing where they should go and ate what the forest could offer to them.

However, the problem was; the baby couldn't endure his hunger anymore, he started to wail and cry whenever he felt hungry and there was almost nothing that they could do to alleviate his hunger, since no proper food for him could be found in this dense forest.

Bree kept silent the entire walk and only talked a few words during all these strenuous hours. It didn't look like Rossie had something to say either.

"Someone is coming," Bree said. She stood up and looked in a certain direction.

Out of instinct, Rossie took the baby into her arms and stared in the same direction like Bree did, yet she saw nothing.

Carefully, Rossie glanced at the little girl beside her and asked in a whisper. "Who is coming?" Sometimes Rossie wondered what kind of creature was Bree.

She would often say something random like this and knew everything about food whether they could eat it or not, even this river… it was Bree who found it.

Rossie was certain that Bree was not a shifter, but what was she when she had senses as sharper as one?

"Bree?" Rossie asked again, urging the girl, whether it was a friend or a foe. "Who is coming? Should we run?"

"No," the little girl shook her head, but her eyes kept staring in that particular direction. "We don't need to run, this is the help that we had been waiting for!" she turned her head and flashed Rossie a bright smile.

"What? Are you sure?" Rossie wanted to make sure that she could trust her words, but deep down in her heart, she knew she did trust her. This little girl had always been mysteriously correct. "It will be great if they indeed come to help us."

Rossie tried to sniff the air, but she couldn't sense anything. Nothing, no strange scent, or anything indicating someone was coming in their way.

But, after waiting for a whole ten minutes, her hope faded.

"Bree, maybe you are mistaken…" Rossie said carefully, not wanting to hurt the little girl's feelings.

Bree frowned, she still looked at the dense forest behind them.

"No, he is coming," Bree muttered to herself.

Rossie sighed and tousled her head. "Who is this 'he' exactly?" she asked.

"Calleb," Bree said lightly.

When Rossie heard that name, her heart skipped a beat. Her mate came for her? He was okay? He didn't get hurt?

But then, Rossie immediately killed her hope that started to rise high and kept it down. She didn't want to feel disappointed again, this long journey had been hard enough, no need to add a feeling of disappointment to her already exhausted heart. historical

After waiting for another five minutes and there was nothing different that happened, Rossie swallowed down her bitterness. Needless to say that she wanted Bree's words to come true very badly. "Let's go Bree. We can't stay here for too long."

"But, he is coming…" Bree whimpered, avoiding Rossie's touch. She was stubborn to wait whatever it took and this made Rossie helpless.

At the same time she wanted to trust her, but she also wanted to keep herself sane. Maybe this was another trick from the devils?

And then, when she thought of asking Bree to leave this place again… his scent hit her very hard, until she couldn't believe it and seeing Rossie's reaction Bree jumped in excitement. "He is coming, right? He is coming!"

That was the last thing that Rossie could hear before she dashed in the direction of the intoxicating scent that she just smelled.

Rossie was panicked, she couldn't be at ease before she saw him with her own eyes. Her whole body was trembling, while Bree was having a hard time to keep up her pace with her and panted heavily, her short legs stumbled a few times.

"Rossie!"

Someone was calling her name when she finally stopped running and the moment she turned back, there he was...

And Rossie's tears started crashing down her cheeks as if some flood gates were lifted for a overflowing dam, she had not cried this hard for these past few hours.