Being told about my pathetic chronicle, Mayari shut silent about the Abberant’s side and didn’t ask any more questions. Except these two; the current beta of Sanguine and the princess regent of Daghum, trying to crack the shell.
“I am warning you, Lady. If you dare step in my way, I’m gonna kill you.”
“Oh, really? As if you can approach me, not even an inch, lowl!”
“What? Do you think you’re that difficult to slit?”
Since these two entered the tent for the convocation, they’re like cat and dog trying to kill each other in quarreling. One’s defending Abberant and the other against his side.
“Yes, I am!”
“Tsk, tsk, Don’t you think highly of yourself?”
“I don’t think I am.”
Amidst the outspread round table between them, their way of exchanging deadly stares seems to break the wood no matter how far they are from each other. I sighed at their scene as I rest my cheek on my balled fist hoisted on the table.
“Our enemies could be here any minute from now,” I interrupted before they could even scratch each other. “If you two don’t have any plans to stop, then we might as well run away from here and let you face battalions without even a single plan formulated.”
Deianira was the first to sit back and hurled me a frowned look, “My apologies, General.”
Nodding in response, my head turned to the recent beta of Sanguine. “The two of you came here under your superior’s command, with what aim?”
“Defeat the Senate,” Deianira answered grimly whilst on the other corner’s answer seems to be much more interesting.
“Nothing,” the Sanguine’s beta shrugged.
My head tilted and straight a stare at him. “Sanguine pack was involved in the past. I don’t believe you have no reason to join this time. Am I right, Alpha Marco?” I blurted, spilling the beans out of the shell.
“This is too early to expose me, Lari—”
“Adira,” I cut in.
Marco pouted and caressed his cheeks, softly pulling out the small bean behind his ears. Then the face he used suddenly vanished, revealing his true features. His ash-tainted hair brushed messily sidewards, a pair of pale silver iris behind his black pupil, and most eye-catching was his colorless lips.
If I haven’t known what he was, I would much likely believe he is a vampire rather than being a werewolf.
“I knew it! You’re not Malik!” Daghum’s regent yelled and stood up her chair.
“Did I insist I am Malik?”
Deianira raged and dashed towards Marco with her eyes turning red. I again let out a deep sigh in annoyance before slamming the table with all force, creating a crashing sound to shut them two.
“Are you going to argue until the rest of—”
“Alpha, an army appeared in front of us just a few meters away!” interrupted a voice from a soldier who had just burst in. He wears this authentic battle armor with the emblem of slithering line down from a standing intersected stick. Sanguine’s perhaps.
“And they’re now securing defenses,” the soldier added.
“This is what I’m talking about,” I attested, widening my eyes at them and getting up from my chair.
“Oh my… My! My!” sounds an amusing tone the moment I reached the tent’s exit.
I frustratedly turned back to where’s he at and threw an annoyed look. “What again?”
“I didn’t know Alfarro dived deeper this time,” he commented that led my eyes to the bump he was staring at.
My eyes rolled intemperately. “Terribly,” I added and headed out.
But before I could advance a step, even more, a rushing creature directing my space appeared. A chestnut wolf. And even at simply looking at the expression on its face, there’s no need for shifting to know who it was.
“Camilla Morcuendez,” I uttered the moment she stopped afore me.
She shifted back to her human form, leaving nothing to cover her up. But that thing was out of my concern anymore, that familiar bottle filled with teal fluid on her hand.
“I accept payment, Gaia,” Camilla alluded with her same bitchy tone and handed me the bottle.
A simple nod was what I responded with my thumb pointed behind me. Specifically, to the Guy behind with silver hair. “Get him whenever you wanted.”
“Tch.” She looked at him from toes to head and lifted a brow. “Not even a half of my taste.”
“Oh, pardon me!” Marco protested which she didn’t care to answer.
Her eyes moved to me and then towards Deianira’s. “Do you have any other giveaways? Someone that’s called… Malik.”
“Dream on,” I heard Deianira’s tensed voice as Camilla let out a mocking grin before shifting back to her wolf and ran away.
“You all have abnormal eyes,” blurted Marco in an irritated tone and walked past Deianira and me. but he suddenly stopped on Mayari’s post.
“You!”
I silently laughed when Mayari raised her head sluggishly and met the Alpha’s eyes coldly like she was staring at a useless creature. “What do you need?”
“How do I look?” Marco asked eggily wearing his unusual trying-hard-to-be-adorable face.
“You look…” Mayari dropped her eyes and up, checking on Marco. “Normal,” she ended and fronted her back on the Alpha, treading the direction forth the main quarter.
“Arrrrggghh! That’s it. You’re all blind!” he screamed and vexedly walked faster than Mayari.
Watching them, I didn’t notice I had already drank the teal fluid filling the bottle’s cap. And the bump on my belly was erased from sight. I was about to follow Marco and Mayari’s tracks when the woman beside me suddenly talked.
“Have I told you who in this world I hated the most?” she asked and out came a memory of how she introduced herself with a better smile on her face that time.
“I am Deianira Deltran, it is my pleasure to meet Sinandaya’s great General. So ludicrous to say but I am not this kingdom’s heiress as I am just their second daughter.”

I paused for a moment, didn’t dare to look back and face her.
“That is the person who caused torment and suffering to the people of Daghum. The first regent—”
“She was not a regent,” I stopped her words. “Never a choice and never on the light. If you want to talk about her at this period, I suggest you leave the topic for the meantime.”
My hands clenched the bottle, wrapping green vines around it, making the thing disappear. But before I could again advance a step away from her, she again talked with a firing sound of a flare gun colored in crimson red that went across the sky.
“She became the first and last regent of Daghum. And because of her, I was stuck being the second no matter how I do the best I can. What disgusts me, even more, is that we share the same blood.”
Every word that came out of her mouth was full of anger and resentment.
“I saw you as the hope when you first entered Daghum. However, I have never anticipated it was you whom I long waited.” Even her eyes were surrounded with hate that if it were clusters of arrows flying to me, I could be dead at this moment.
“I’m tired of being the Deltran that’s out of the royal family’s eyes. I’m tired of always being driven out, being called useless just because you existed right before me. That even if you are the reason for the Amunabon curse, they still can’t forget you!”
“Are you sure it was your case you are narrating or mine?”
I narrowed my eyes at her as she drew out her sword and aimed it at my neck.
“You can’t divide my attention, Larina. Today I shall end the curse you caused, and that way, your name will be buried with your dead body.”
I pursed my lips and drag the rapier out of my scabbard. “Larina Deltran was long dead and her name was gone for someone who’s looking for it. You are wasting your time finding someone who no longer exists, Deianira.”
The sound of crashing swords fills in the air around us. I bent my knees and swing my leg at hers in a blink of an eye, kicking her out of balance. But she quickly flipped back, creating a distance afar from me.
“Why would I, if the person I badly wanted to kill was right in front of me?”
“Cut it,” I responded emotionlessly. “If that is what the Senate has—”
“I am not from the Senate.”
My brows lose the gap between them when she answered something unexpected. “Who sent you here?”
“Not from a mere puppet.”
I quickly leaped up and expelled a dagger out of the compartment. Dashing towards the clip on her shoulders. Resulting to a thing falling out of her armor before she could even escape, The falcon emblem of Daghum.
Coming from someone I never have suspected of treason. Maybe because… she’s my sister after all.