Alpha’s Second Chance Mate (Sidonie & Carlyle)

Chapter 35

CARLYLE’S POV

Getting to Aridah, the seal looked fine with no problem at all and everything around looked normal the way it is. But then, one could never get too careful. Double–checking the facts, I tried my best to find the endpoint of the seal which is usually the most. vulnerable part of such seals.

Then, I saw it after manifesting my werewolf to a complete maximum. The seal looked fine on the surface at that point with just a little crack but on a closer look, one could find that the seal has been opened before in that spot, not once, nor twice. The signs were there.

No wonder! Things began to click in my mind as the scenarios I had pictured before came to play in it while I ruminated over the things that happened. The hypotheses It made about the recent happenings around, both in my pack and the deserted villages. seemed to be true to some extent.

The worst part of the discovery was that the seal couldn’t hold off for long anymore as it has been opened consecutively.

“What would happen if the seal breaks before it’s repair?” Donnie asked, probably thinking of the possibility of things not happening the way I explained to her.

“Then a war is inevitable. The Canthrastras would be able to escape completely. From the look of it, the war would be one of a kind that have ever been experienced in decades.” I replied her, earning furrowed brows from her.

No one would be happy hearing the news that something terrible is likely to happen; talk less of a war news.

“Did you hear a sound just now?” Sidonnie suddenly asked, looking around all at alert.

“What sound?”

“I don’t know. I can’t seem to figure it out.” She replied and I looked around, but there was nothing in sight and I couldn’t hear anything. Suddenly, I noticed the White Dasiers in the basket Donnie carried, emitting a blue glow. The glow looked brighter than usual and I was surprised at the scene.

Something around must have triggered that reaction from it but it was beyond my comprehension.

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before us. Donnie was visibly frightened and she instinctively positioned herself behind me while I remained fixed, studying the sudden intrusion. The armed men, equipped as if preparing for battle, demanded an introduction. “Who are you?” one of them inquired, but I offered no immediate response. Upon closer inspection, I speculated that they might be Canthrastras, yet their physical appearance contradicted my

my teenage years, before I

think,” a voice resonated from among them, revealing a familiarity that sent shivers down my spine. They possessed the uncanny ability to grasp

in a hushed tone, unaware that they

We are Canthrastras. Any problem

How were you able to

us? Dream on!” came the dismissive response. Suddenly, their leader issued

them surged toward Donnie and me, their intentions ominous and veiled in the

abilities, my senses heightened as I assessed

our communication became a

actions.

her position to shield our vulnerable side. The Canthrastras, though formidable, seemed caught off guard by the coordinated resistance. The skirmish intensified, each clash of weapons echoing in the night. The leader, seemingly unfazed, locked eyes with me, attempting

his kind.

warned, parrying a series of strikes and she nodded

battle unfolded, a pattern emerged in

flank us from the right! Adjust your position,” Donnie relayed to me her observations proving crucial in our defense. Our synchronized efforts gradually turned the tide, creating

the exhausting confrontation, we managed to exchange glances, wordlessly conveying a shared determination

and

White Dasier flowers in Donnie’s basket suddenly flew into the air. Suspended in the air, they transformed into a gleaming, elongated weapons, as if guided by an unseen force. After a complete transformation, the several pieces

materialized fully. But, to my horror, it lunged toward me, its sharp end aimed with precision, all looking like it was being controlled still. Before I could react, Donnie, sensed the imminent danger, and moved swiftly in front of me on the spur of the moment. Then the weapon stabbed

my side, now bore the brunt of a weapon that moments ago was a symbol of beauty and serenity. The once vibrant White Dasier had turned into an instrument of harm,

her