Chapter 23. Evil scheme: Kill The Red Wolgan

"You do not belong here! You're an outsider!" the man yelled, condemning her through his eyes.

"Excuse me? Do I know you?" Hera inquired, wondering as she pulled her hand away from him.

The man didn't answer. He looked prepared to lash out at her again when someone stopped him before he could do any harm.

"Enough, Fajardo."

A woman with dark skin, dressed in black and white clothing, stepped forward, placing herself between Hera and her abuser.

But then Hera was surprised to recognize who it was. "Auntie Vera?"

Without uncertainty, she hugged her aunt, glad to see that she hadn't changed much in her old age since they'd last seen each other.

"It's good to see you, Hera," the older woman replied, returning the embrace with equal force. Her grip on Hera's shoulders tightened slightly, probably due to some lingering concern for her niece's well-being. "What brings you here, anyway?"

"She's not supposed to be here," the man protested again, stepping toward Vera but stopping short at the woman's glare. After glaring daggers at him, he backed off, looking slightly guilty.

"She is my niece. So, please do not speak to her like that again. She doesn't need or want your bigotry, Fajardo. You know how it feels being discriminated against just because you're different. She has done nothing to deserve your anger. She is welcome to stay with us if she wants."

Fajardo seemed to mull over Auntie's words. He despised the people living outside the Forteza Village because of the past lingering in the air and memories that have been kept under wraps for decades. But he knew that she had every right to be there. It is just unfortunate that Hera doesn't know about history.

"I'm sorry, but I did nothing to make you upset," Hera said softly, trying to soothe him. The look on his face told her she had only made things worse; however, he didn't utter another word nor move further toward them as he retreated.

"Are you okay, Hera?" Auntie Vera asked, concerned. "Don't mind, Fajardo. Give him time to cool down, and he'll realize his mistake."

She nodded until they walked away and headed inside the small house.




EVERYONE was paying attention to the conversation between Alpha Fenri and Draco. The Lycan blood pack was all surprised as to what exactly occurred during their attacks at Viste Bizaar. For them, that was the most incredulous phenomenon they'd seen in a long time: how the man was able to fight off an entire pack by himself like he was the greatest fighter in history. No one knew who he was or even where he came from, and that's the next thing they needed to know before proceeding to another evil scheme.

"Fenri, summed it up and dismissed it in simple sentences. Everything you've witnessed related to that mysterious being," Draco ordered with an incredulous look.

"A wise man," Alpha Fenri stated. "The way he clad looked old, yet something mystical was within him. He summoned fire, and he could also control the wind. But you know what made me inquisitive?"

He trailed off and sighed before continuing. "He took offense and walked out without articulating the reason behind his entreaty."

"Of what?"

"To preserve humanity. To stand against us, as Magnus did two hundred years ago." Everyone exchanged glances upon hearing his words. "He was asking me such a stupid favor, and if only you see how he begged to stop the violence… you'll see the answer. His avidity to intervene must have a profound reason. "

"Are you certain about that?"

"Not entirely. But I saw it through his eyes. The fire."

Silence prevailed as the surrounding seemed to be waiting for something until Soleia broke it, "I think Abrosco was right, brother. That man is the red wolgan; we can't just stand here. We need to do something. We need the mortal girl, or else, all of us might end up detriment."

"We need to kill him. That's the only way to get Hera," one of the werewolves stated

"I have an idea."

Everyone looked at Abrosco, who seemed eager to say what was on his mind. "Start the battle, then. We are aware that the mortals are our allies. If he wanted to help people, he must do so without question, like what had transpired the last encounter."

Alpha Fenri nodded in agreement. "I agree with this plan." he turned to everyone in their group and said, "It's time we show him that we're not to be trifled with, that we are ferocious of all being that people should fear us. We can't let this opportunity go, so let's fight to win this war!"

The werewolves and dragons in both human and true forms seemed to think about it before nodding in agreement. Draco raised his spear, followed by the others.

Alpha Fenri shouted, "Horus, lead us to victory!"

The word in a harmonious string-plucking sounded throughout the area as if it was an echo.

"What if your assumption is true?" one of the dragons in a human form named Jaime questioned, inquisitive while patiently waiting for him to enunciate the answer.

"Once I found that he was Magnus Conri… I won't hesitate to shatter every piece of him!" Draco said with a satisfied look plastered on his countenance. He was tenacious in all aspects; this is why he was determined to hunt the man who intervened in their mission to get the mortal girl, Hera.

"The war is now begun, and I will make sure Magnus Conri will not succeed this time. I will bring him down into the abyss of hell!"

A loud laughter of joyous victory echoed throughout the surrounding, filling their ears until his expressions veered into something more serious, more intimidating. The laugh that followed made his blood boil with vengeance and greed.

A deep voice sounded through his mouth afterward, one that could only be described as demonic— words full of seeking revenge.