Chapter 29. The Red Wolgan, The Savior

Moonbeams streamed into the core interior of Bizarte, providing brilliance throughout the surroundings. Dragon and werewolves stood transfixed, watching the most awaited spectacle.

In the center was the pioneer, Draco, followed by Alpha Fenri with his pack. The rest were gathered in the corner to watch from afar while conversing in quiet voices.

Hera's body was tied up in a red rope as she sat on the ground, legs tied together so her ankles would not be able to move, and her wrist tied down with thick silver chains. She wanted to flee, but fire girdled them enough to keep her there.

"What do you want from me?!" Hera tried to struggle more. "You know I can't help you. I have nothing, so please!" her tears descended on her face, which she despised the most. It reminded her how powerless she felt as a human being and how she longed to leave these horrible shackles.

"I need you in our realm, mortal girl. Your power and beauty are enough for you to conquer any obstacles we may have to cross." Draco's face showed pure malice as he held a clyster with a needle.

"W-what?! My power?" she chuckled in disbelief. "How is that even possible to tell a dead lie to me? How can anyone have such an interest when my existence means nothing to you? I'm just a mortal girl that happened to be born during a bad time in the world!" she yelled, remembering that grievous scenario she had experienced before being taken out of the village. Her father was still in Avenin Constitution, and his life depended on her.

"Silence, foolish girl! Do you know your value yet?" Draco sneered. "You can heal wounds. You possess incredible healing ability. You have power beyond any mortal you will ever see."

"Whatever you say won't convince me!" she spat, eyes narrowing on Draco as he approached her. A few seconds passed, and he was only inches away from touching her. "I saw in my own eyes how you killed numerous people! They're all innocent and powerless humans! What right do you have to torture them like this?!"

Draco smirked, enjoying her frustration. He was so close to stabbing her when Soleia, the Beta of Lycan Blood Pack, interrupted them. "Just do what he says, poor girl! Surrender your blood to us!"

With that, Draco let the fire around them increase in intensity until it scorched the floor beneath. Hera struggled against the rope and chain but to no avail. "Please don't force me to do this. My father needs me. The only thing I asked is to see met free. I swear... I won't do anything to oppose you." tears trickled down as she pleaded for mercy.

"That's why you have to obey!" Fenri said firmly.

"No!" Hera seemed tenacious to escape the restraints binding her. "I'll never agree to be part of your evilness nor surrender my blood to an undeserving, hideous creature!"

Draco motioned his hand to his subordinates and Lycan Blood Pack. In a matter of seconds, they transformed into werewolves and dragons.

Every spot that shrouded Hera were those werewolves with razor-sharp teeth and deadly claws and dragons with scales, spewing poisonous flame with their eyes glued to Hera.

She was flabbergasted upon witnessing such horrifying sight, but it didn't change her stance of resisting.

"If you refuse, I will make you suffer. And believe it or not, my minions are much more powerful than your kind." Draco beamed evilly at her.

Hera didn't care about his threatening words. She was only concerned with her thoughts. "My father taught me not to fear anyone of you…."

His smile vanished, replaced by a cruel glare. "Is that supposed to scare me?"

She smiled. "You must be. Because the red Wolgan will save me."

With that conviction, Draco gasped in disbelief. He squeezed her face harshly, making Hera yelp.

"Thanks for giving me another reason to make you suffer greatly!" Draco's eyes gleamed with fury.

Before he could harm her further, the loud sound of roaring filled the Bizarte. The sound of transforming was almost deafening. With great difficulty, Draco released her and looked around for the source of it until the massive presence of a red wolgan appeared.

Draco stepped back in shock. The red wolgan's appearance was something even dragons and werewolves did not look intimidating at first glance. His skin was red, and his eyes tangerine, like a blazing sky.

"Kill him!" he commanded to his minions, who immediately obeyed. He then shifted himself into a black dragon and flew off with immense speed toward where Hera was.

In the first attempt, werewolves attacked the red dragon, who easily destroyed them with fire. May more werewolves tried to attack him; however, he avoided all their attacks and landed directly on the floor, making the ground shake. He raised his talon and struck them with his claws, making them unconscious.

The second attempt was those dragons, who bombarded the red dragon by every means possible. They were all robust and dangerous. For every deadly fire that foes managed to conjure, he sent forth flames with enormous force to extinguish it. He then used the remaining strength left to throw them aside easily and made their bones shatter under his feet before flying off. He was swift, which meant he could easily evade any adversaries. Some werewolves were defeated, some were injured, and many were dead.

Meanwhile, the black dragon took Hera and put her behind him, with that scale sculpting his body. Draco used this opportunity to approach the red wolgan.

Hera's heart hammered in apprehension, not believing that her life was about to end. Her hands shook as she clutched tightly on Dracon's skin. She shut her eyes, hoping the black dragon wouldn't eat her or burn her into ashes. However, her tremendous fear cannot erase the bliss in her heart upon witnessing this red creature. And even without words, she knew very well that this creature was the red Wolgan, from how he breathed fire, his size, and how he defeated the creatures.

Soon as the red dragon's eyes drifted to Hera, it let out a guttural roar that shook the castle. Hera was frozen from fright by its ferocious roar. But what's more surprising is when the anger curled into tears as if the red wolgan was in pain to see her in that dangerous state. After the briefest second, it turned again into a fury, like a blazing inferno that wanted to burn Draco from the inside out.