Chapter 530 Letter from a Lost Lover

Chapter 530 Letter from a Lost Lover

Lina shot through the medical floor of the Great Arena at a frightening speed. In her wolf form, the speeds she could reach were much higher. Her limits, however, were still out of reach.

The princess felt a well of energy within her, just out of reach. However, the harder she focused on reaching her peak, the harder it got to control her velocity and make clean turns.

Naturally, her wolf's slender physique, fluffy tail and sharpened claws allowed her to make what should have been, impossible turns, keeping her agility as optimum as her speed.

But when she tried going faster, even this got harder and the risk of injuring herself became a more pressing matter.

Right after her friends had told her about Liam's reckless actions, she'd searched the mind link and with a bit of concentration, located the disinherited alpha. His mind was cut off from the mind link, which made him invisible to the rest of the pack.

However, with a bit of concentration, this mental protection was nothing to a royal, especially one from the bloodline a wolf served.

As soon as Lina linked with the wolf, tense erratic emotions spilt into her mind.

Fear, longing, frustration, terror...

The alpha's convoluted emotions did indicate one crucial thing that determined Lina's next actions... pain.

It didn't take much concentration for her to tell where the pain, fear and tension were coming from. Liam was engaged in furious combat with another werewolf and it wasn't looking good for him.

When Lina scanned through the mind link for the wolf's location, however, she discovered a frustrating fact. The part of the concentric arena that Liam was currently in was on the other side of the ring...

Because of the sheer size of the Great Coliseum, this was easily a few kilometres. The princess cranked up her speed and agility, tearing through the halls in response to Liam's distress.

By the time Wyatt's room was in sight, a light grey wolf was flying out of the room and crashing into the wall on the other side. Liam's large light grey wolf stood on shaky limbs, blood dripping from several wounds, scratches and cuts that mottled its lustrous coat.

He bared his teeth at something inside the room.

A black wolf, tainted with a few hints of dark grey lunged out from the room aiming for the light grey wolf with claws and fangs extended.

Before the wolf could collide with its intended target, however, a slender white wolf crashed into it, viciously throwing it out of the way and wrestling it to the ground. The two wolves rolled in a mess of gnashing fangs and fierce menacing growls before they were truly separated.

Both wolves, equipped with mass and power, collided again in fierce battle giving themselves no time to catch their breath.

Crysta and Bree arrived moments later, crowding around Liam to protect him from the frightening duel. The white wolf was a little too agile and utilized her speed well.

Darting about the black wolf with lightning-fast speed and delivering devastating non-fatal blows to its side and slashing at its weak spots.

The black wolf, after numerous attempts to bite, slash and ram its slender white adversary, got agitated by this method of fighting and began thrashing about wildly.

At first, seeming random until one of its paws struck the white wolf's head with a devastating blow.

This momentary victory was short-lived as the white wolf blurred out of vision once again and continued its assault albeit more meticulously and with significantly more speed. Wyatt's black-tainted wolf was quickly overwhelmed.

The princess aimed at its tendons, both at the hind legs, heels and paws. Astonishingly, with each injury, the wolf healed instantly thrashing wildly to throw off the white wolf.

This tactic, however, could only work for as long as the wolf had the strength to keep it up. With time, the healing grew slow and eventually stopped.

Its tendons cut and energy spent, the black colossus of a wolf tumbled to the ground, unable to move.

I'm hoping this letter reaches you in one piece.

As you can probably tell by now, I'm not at the Moon palace anymore. You've probably felt my presence by now.

For accuracy, I returned a day or two ago... depending on when this letter reaches you.

Keep Kyle with you and probably on a short leash. He's bound to run off. I can't have any of you running into one of the Rogue King's generals.

The goddess's power placed me where I left the last time... In Brigadia... which is in a pretty bad state right now but you probably know that by now.

The whole world is a mess right now. Death and destruction everywhere... and I mean everywhere.

In any case, I'm currently travelling from one pack to the other, dealing with the situation as best I can.

I can't say everything's going right. It's terrible.

I'm not sure if you can feel it. The two of us are connected to both empires, so you're bound to feel it. The pain and suffering everywhere... The deaths... The grief... The sorrow...

I need a hug.

Don't worry too much about me. This mission might take me about a week after which I'll travel to Sirius.

That's one of the reasons I had to write this letter.

Travel to the Sirius capital and gather able hunters. The pack warriors and everyone who can fight considerably well.

I plan to end it, Cole

...all of it.

The world can't go on like this much longer... and frankly there has never been a better time to put the Rogue King down than he is now.

We'll discuss more on the matter in detail when I reach the capital.

Greet my parents, sister, brother, friends and everyone for me.

Love,

Your Luna,

Katie.

P.S. Summon Sandra... and stop talking to the moon ;)"

While Jason read the letter, Cole's mind lingered on one note at the very end of the missive... 'Stop talking to the moon.'

The number of times he'd wondered whether what he was saying ever reached or if at all it was not. The most logical answer was that she couldn't hear him... right?

The moon... was just so far. And Katie certainly couldn't speak to him through the mind link at night.

He'd said so much in their one-sided chats. Just how much of it did she remember? Was the wind that tussled his hair during that time just an illusion or an actual response?

Katie could hear him all those times!