423 Brown and Ecstatic
Drake Sirius froze at the sight of paws in mint condition. The pain that had plagued him during his mad dash was gone. What was more was that his wolf retreated to the back of his mind, like its mission had been accomplished.
The prince was still trembling from the near-death experience... but something else comforted him.
...He hadnât brought anyone with him this time. If he had come with someone during these Trials, he would have had trouble protecting them from something like this. Were the rogues behind this sudden development?
Mountains didnât suddenly change their topography without a trigger.
If this had been an earthquake, the trees in the surrounding forest would have been affected and much more than the Mountain pass would have been taken down in the ensuing destruction.
He had questions... but questions that added to more questions that plagued him. âNearly two years of nothing... And yet, my gut tells me that itâs when we should have been worried the most.â
The prince blocked a deluge of memories and shifted into his human form. He had questions, but standing around wasnât going to get him any answers. He retrieved the map that had been guiding him thus far and started studying it.
Without the Mountain pass, he was going to have to change his entire plan. There was a creek that came out one side of the mountain not far south of the mountain pass. The contours surrounding the creek made him scrunch his brows. This canât be right, can it?â
The lines that told altitude changes suggested an anomaly with this creek. What was more was that it didnât wind around the peaks. The creek went winding up the mountain, almost like it came from the very top.
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âGlacial river!â
It was clear the creek was coming from the peaks of the mountain. Going up the creek was one option but that meant going over the freezing peaks of the Great Sirius mountains. Drake shuddered at the thought of having to get that high into the air. Not to mention the air was thinner the higher one went. âThe Trials just got a lot more difficult. I wonder what Little Sister will do about this... Good luck, Little Sister.â
If I hunt now, I should be able to make it to the other side of the mountain before I need to hunt again. I can collect water from the creek. It might be freezing, but well, Iâm not in the palace. Canât get picky, right?
Finally making his choice, Drake wrapped up the map, shifted and started the journey south.
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At the same scene of this devastation, among the top rubble that covered the plugged corridor, a hand stuck out through the pebbles and dust announcing the life of one of the three rogues that had been watching Cole... waiting for the right moment.
Victor forced himself out from underneath the rubble and tried dusting his browned self to no avail, âThat didnât go exactly according to plan.â
There was a ledge near the top of the steep escarpments that had allowed the rogues access to a front-row seat watching the prince meet his doom. This ledge, despite their meticulous calculation, had crumbled as well.
Victor had to run as fast as his average werewolf strength could manage. He could have made it if he was Drake... or at least a delta, but the same royal had stripped him of that power. This was the source of his hatred towards Drake.
At some point, he switched from trying to get the prince to forgive him to trying to kill the prince so that his commands would lose effect.
His incessant obsession with getting revenge also contributed to his carelessness and his scheme hadnât gone according to plan. The three of them had fallen when the narrow path couldnât hold out any longer as well. Fortunately for them, this path was among the last things to give way and when they fell down, the fall wasnât that high and the rubble that hit them was minimal.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Victor was covered in numerous small cuts and bruises. He could feel many parts of his body aching as well, but he was alive and he could walk.
In the end, he survived. A dark chuckle left his lips, slowly building up to a loud evil cackle that rumbled across the blocked gorge, âWhat is wrong with you? Are you trying to get them to hear you?â one of his rogue cronies who was only getting up as well asked him.
âOh no, it doesnât matter now. There is no way that fraud of a royal could have survived this... We... I succeeded. The prince is dead and it can all be considered some unfortunate accident,â the man continued to cackle, his bliss getting out of hand, âMy revenge... finally... take that, smug self-righteous bastard. In the end, what did those worthless virtues get you?â his cackling continued, however, this time he started stomping on the rubble beneath him almost like he wanted his words to reach the dead prince several feet beneath the rubble.
The third rogue looked at him wide-eyed and shook his head in disbelief, âThis dudeâs insane. You can stop celebrating now. That was far too easy to kill a royal. Weâll have to look for another royal to at least get confirmation from their conversations.
They are more connected to each other than normal wolves, so if he is indeed dead, they will feel it. Thatâs one way we can know that something happened. If they are stricken by grief.â
Victor finally got a hold of himself, even if he couldnât wipe the mad grin off his face, âYouâre right... the looks on their faces will certainly be golden.
Oh, that moment when that large boulder trapped him in the pass was the best. I couldnât help it... the excitement was almost too much to contain. Itâs sad that the ledge had to start trembling at that moment and the dust became impossible to see through.â
âThis path that weâve destroyed was an important route for both rogues and humans alike. Letâs hope the rogue king likes the way youâve wasted it. Iâve seen some messed-up rogues before... Even the generals seem to have a screw or two loose... but you, youâre something else,â the other rogue chuckled, âNow letâs head off to the Great Arena.â
âIâll take that as a compliment... and we wonât need to go to the Great Arena. We merely need to trail the next royal thatâs going to come through here. Lina Sirius will offer us all the confirmation we need,â the man chuckled darkly, âWho knows? We might just be able to bring her some share of misfortune. If she chooses to use the river to make her way across, getting rid of anything that can keep her warm will increase her chances of dying from the cold at the top of the mountain.â
âYouâre vile, Victor,â the taller rogue with a deep voice confirmed. Despite the otherâs appearances, he wasnât as dirty. In fact, he looked clean in comparison to the rest and Victor was now just noticing it.
âHey, how did you stay clean?â Victor asked.
âI got lucky. I held onto a jutting rock from the crumbling road while the mountain caved in. That part didnât crumble and I simply had to wait out the tremors,â the man said to him.
Victor shrugged and led his cronies back over the rubble on the mountain pass in the direction opposite that of the Great Arena. They followed him, doing their best to ignore the mad grin that wouldnât vanish from his face. He was ecstatic.
âIsnât he getting ahead of himself? Weâd feel something if the prince had died, right,â the shorter man asked his taller comrade.
âJust let him be. There is no point in trying. As for whether we would be able to feel the princeâs death, I donât know. The moment one chooses to become a rogue, they are cut off from the moon goddessâs sight.
Our wolves even start to turn into the common dirty grey and we look the same as ordinary wolves. I donât think weâd feel the death of a royal at all,â the taller and seemingly more composed rogue replied, sighing. He could see no point in trying to advise the man while his mind continued to feed him with dreams of a world without Drake Sirius.
âBut do we really have to shift again? We just got these coats,â the shorter rogue whined, finally realising the implication of their new mission.
âWeâll find another stash of clothes. Iâm not comfortable travelling in human form. Have you any idea what dangers lie in these mountains?â the taller rogue was quick to argue... but thatâs also when he realised that his companions had no idea what he was talking about.
âWhat... kind of dangers?â
A silence took over them... âThis is going to be a long lecture.â