The Abused Luna's Comeback

Chapter 79 It Was Him?!

(Patrick’s P.O.V.]

When I arrived at the beach, I found that it was not the kind of coastline where people would spend their leisure time. It was more like a dock with the number of fishing boats parked there.

I walked along the beach and began to regret not asking that old man a few more questions. That would have made it easier for me to find who I was looking for. But I was also glad that I left in time. Who knew? The old man might also be a Werewolf of Chaos whose gray eyes could have lit my head on fire if I had lingered any longer?

Ever since I learned of Clyde’s ability to light his head on fire and Luna breaking three of Clyde’s ribs with a single look, I was starting to grow accustomed to the amazing abilities these rare werewolves possessed. I continued to wander along the shore and saw a few people around. So I decided to ask some of them, but they didn’t know where ‘Alonso Prometheus’ was. Only a bored hunk that reeked of alcohol said he did before sarcastically saying that Prometheus could be found in the movie.

I didn’t have time to argue with him, nor did I want to. I kept walking until I saw a familiar figure not far away. It was Alpha, standing in front of a small boat. He looked like he was asking a young man fishing on the boat. I walked over quickly.

“Brother, did you find anything?” asked I when I arrived by his side. I couldn’t call him Alpha in human society and neither would he call me Beta. It was the unwritten rule to keep our identities secret and to maintain our safety.

“I just met a scary old man who rolled his eyes and told me to come to the beach when I asked him some questions, so the person with this f*cking movie character’s name might be around here.”

When I finished speaking, I saw Alpha and the youth staring at me. But I didn’t understand why. Then, I was immediately stunned because I felt someone grab me by the throat and lift me off the ground.

“F*ck! What the hell?!”

I had no idea what was going on. I couldn’t see any entity attacking me, which made me even more terrified. I struggled in an attempt to break free from this mysterious power, but I quickly found that it was futile.

“Don’t you know that it’s not good to laugh at others’ name?”

In less than ten seconds, my face had already turned red when I heard the voice. It came from that young man, the youth on the deck of the fishing boat. What the hell was going on?

“Mr. Prometheus, I apologize for his insolence. Please put him down. He is my Beta,” said Alpha, and in an instant, the grip around my neck loosened. When my feet were back on the ground, I rested my hands on my knees to catch my breath. Still, the shock of what had happened lingered.

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If Alpha was speaking to the boy, could this pale and frail-looking mid-teen be Alonso Prometheus?

[Edward’s P.0.v.]

Back in my office, Clyde had told me that as soon as I arrived at Yeni Mosque, I would be able to find the person he told me about.

Now that I have arrived, I had to admit, this town might be old, but it painted a beautiful scenery: a pure azure sea with flocks of seabirds gliding through the cloudy blue skies. If I brought Rose here, she would definitely be jumping with excitement. Just the thought of her made me smile.

When I had decided to split up the search with Patrick, I could feel a force guiding me. After wandering around the building for a while, I walked toward the shoreline not far away.

I saw some small boats, some old and some new, docked by the pier. They were probably fishing boats. I passed each of them slowly. When I walked past an old ship with a man sitting on its deck I couldn’t help approaching it. I took a better look at the person and realized that it was a fifteen- or sixteen-year-old boy dressed in old clothes that hung baggily over his shoulders and ankles. His skin was pale white and his hair was curly golden. His straight nose made his features more handsome, but he still looked quite weak.

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He was fishing when I approached him and I wondered if I would disturb him. But then I saw him begin to shorten his line and lift his rod, as if a fish had bitten.

He pulled something up by his rod and it was a fish I had never seen before – it was completely with a large head and eyes like brass bells. The boy held it in his hand, murmured something, and then threw the fish back into the sea.

Yes, I was sure that he was talking to the fish, although I couldn’t hear what he said.

“I’m sorry to bother you, but do you know Alonso Prometheus?”

The youth turned his head to look at me. Only then did I realize that one of his pupils was green and the other was purple. My heart trembled from the strangeness of the sight.

“Finally,” said he.

“What?”

I watched him straighten up and there was a sudden gust of wind that rustled his hair and clothes.

“I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, Alpha Edward Lancaster.”