398 Her Home?
The prince started his journey feeling his wolfâs enthusiasm towards this mission. It was refreshing to run through the woods in pursuit of something so wholeheartedly again without the feeling of his energy being constantly drained from him.
This, however, was different from his usual hunts that involved a lot of blood lust. This hunt was for something he was not used to looking for at all. His mind projected thoughts of hope and happiness like nothing heâd felt before.
Heâd almost given up on this journey, but one look from Rana wiped all his doubts away from him. The beta alpha had never encouraged him to do anything so independently before. It almost felt like the goddess had visited him in his sleep, but that would have been obvious considering he could feel the faint remnants of her divine energy if that had been the case.
Wiping the conspiring thoughts from his mind, he let his thoughts wander and was almost shocked by what he had to think to himself. âI wonder what sheâs like. What her life has been like? What the... ugh, perhaps I can dream as well... Albeit restrained,â He continued to rush through the woods, searching for something his wolf yearned for... a little more than he himself did if he was being honest with himself.
Cirrus knew what it was like to deny oneâs wolfâs desires. It escalated from a little mental discomfort to excruciating irritation that wouldnât let one sleep regardless of how soft the bed was.
To Cirrusâs surprise,(one of many surprises heâd witnessed that day) his wolf retraced his tracks with deadly accuracy. It didnât matter if it had rained the day before or if heâd been weak on the way to the palace. The wolf simply knew where to go. The black starry wolf behind him followed diligently, keeping up even when the princeâs wolf ran at top speed.
The sun eventually set and with the approaching darkness, they had to bring their journey to a pause. Fortunately for them, they had been prepared and set up camp in the forest. They hunted, had a warm meal and spent the night in nature. The next morning, the Cirrus was up before dawn, âGet up, Rana. We are almost there,â Cirrus nudged the beta alpha awake.
Cirrus, who was still sleepy, lazily lifted his eyelids and felt the sensation of the sleep draining out of him. Sometimes the power of his alphaâs commands fascinated him instead of scaring him. If the orders were acceptable, he could work tirelessly until the work was done. The beta alphaâs blind loyalty made it impossible for him to see the effects of being overworked. Either that or there really was something magical about the princeâs absolute orders.
After packing their belongings, they started the journey once more. Cirrus followed his instincts to the letter, more than heâd ever trusted them in his life. Not like he had a choice, but because heâd never felt his wolf vividly participate in a hunt like it was doing today. He practically had no reason to deny his senses.
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Sooner than Rana had expected, they reached the town Cirrus had run from a few days ago. He stopped at the spot it had happened. The place heâd watched the most beautiful girl cry and reject him after heâd been nothing but cruel to her, âI-I... Iâll need to apologise about that.â
He shifted back into his human form in a swirl of blue divine energy, his clothes materialising and settling back on him. Rana shifted back into his human form as well and the two walked into the small town. There were murmurs from those that recognised his eyes, but nothing he wasnât used to.
Soon enough, Cirrus stood before the inn where heâd met her, taking a moment to breathe... and entered it. They were just opening up when he entered. The man at the counter was wiping it when two men entered the inn, dressed in expensive tunics that screamed royalty. The man that had returned was nothing like the rugged royal theyâd witnessed a few days prior.
âYour highness,â panicking, the man bowed to the highly-respected wolf that had just entered the little inn, âI wasnât expecting someone of your status ever to grace this small establishment with their presence. Whatâs mine is yours, your highness?â
âI have no need for anything of yours. I only seek one of your employees. A woman by the name of Jane Riverwood. Have you seen her?â the man was shocked by the mention of the womanâs name.
âJane, sir? Iâm afraid Jane quit her job yesterday, your majesty,â the man quickly answered.
âExplain yourself,â the prince demanded, masking the pang of guilt that involuntarily made its way to his heart.
âAfter a strange royal she claimed to be her mate a few days ago left her, she hasnât been the same since. She was always jolly and kind, but that spark of light in her eye had completely vanished from her. She quit, claiming there was something else she had to focus on and needed to dedicate her life to it,â the man rushed his explanation.
When he recalled the royal, however, he looked up from the ground and regarded the prince for a second, trying to discern the face of the royal before him and that of the one heâd seen that night. âThey canât be the same, can they?â the innkeeper kept his thoughts to himself.
âWhat do you mean by âquitâ?â the prince asked the man before him.
âExactly that, sir. She quit her job. I could show you the way to her home if thatâs okay with you?â the innkeeper offered.
Heaving a deep exasperated sigh, the prince allowed him to show the way to the womanâs home. Knowing the woman had quit her job rubbed him the wrong way, âDid she quit because of me or is there another reason? He said something about her focusing on something else. I wonder what thatâs about. Maybe itâs an excuse she was using.â
They finally reached a small cabin at the edge of town. The innkeeper knocked at the door and bowed before leaving the two gentlemen at the door to the womanâs house, âThank you very much for your help.â
The prince flashed the man a smile and fished a gold coin from his pocket which he offered the man his thanks. The man was stunned by the princeâs token of gratitude and shook his head in denial. Suddenly, he was more willing to offer more information to the royal. âThis is not the same cruel man,â he convinced himself before adding to his story, âYou might want to go easy on her. She wasnât the same after the man left her days ago. Either the man was actually her mate or she was embarrassed for claiming he was. I donât know which is which or if any of this is helpful to you, but...â
âI understand, kind sir. I will keep it in mind,â the prince was slightly glad the man hadnât recognised him from the last time he was in the town. His clothes were so rugged at that time and he was in a weakened irritated state that would explain why the people couldnât recognise him. With that said, the innkeeper left them at the doorway of the small cabin. Despite the location of the cabin, it was well-taken care of. All the wood was masterfully polished and without a sign of termites.
The prince knocked at the door once more and this time, the door slowly swung open by just a slit to allow the person inside to peer out at them from the inside. On the other side, a pair of amber eyes stared back at them from behind the door. Normally, werewolves with this colour of eyes would be frightened by the blue-eyed royals, but this amber pair only narrowed its eyes at him in detest.
âSo you finally return,â a hoarse voice came from behind the door.
âDo you plan on letting us in? I know those arenât the eyes of the person I seek,â the prince replied, his wolf having confirmed this was someone else in the span of seconds. While there was the lingering faint scent of the person he was looking for, the one before him was not Jane. âWhy is her scent faint? Isnât this her home?â Cirrus wondered.
âNo, I donât plan on letting you in. If youâre looking for Jane, sheâs not here,â the woman spat back.
âThen simply point me in the right direction,â the prince commanded.
âWith a rotten attitude like that, Iâd rather she took her chances with a toad,â the woman on the other side scoffed, letting the door open wider and casually walking back into the cabin. There was no use arguing with a royal loose canon. That was only a recipe for death and any sane wolf could easily realise that.
The prince entered the small establishment and took a look around. There wasnât much in the house, but what caught his attention was the slightly stronger scent of his mate. She was not in the house, as the woman had said and from how faint the scent was, it was as though sheâd been gone a while.
Even then, however, the prince was fairly sure this is where she was supposed to be. âWas this... Janeâs home?â