The Moon Goddess' Chosen

485 Chs

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485 Meeting a Former Traitor

The first stage of the Royal Games had ended in the Lycaon’s team victory.

Surprisingly, Lina had taken this defeat well. The princess didn’t lash out or exhibit any form of hostility towards their opponents either.

Contrary to what they expected, she was actually eager to face the Lycaon pack in the next stage of the Games. The same couldn’t be said for Crysta who’d decided to go for a run and Bree had followed behind, leaving Madeline and Honour alone in the common room.

Honour had her eyes glued to the pages of a book she’d carried with her from the capital. Madeline hadn’t really found a reason for the girl to carry it along with her… but well, here they were.

Having crept so close to the edge of boredom, the goddess had been forced to retrieve the book in an effort to fend off the yawn-infested boredom that hung heavy in the air. Lina had gone to meet with Jack, leaving them behind with nothing to do.

Madeline, on the other hand, couldn’t help but feel there was another reason the young goddess was trying to distract herself.

Unfortunately, getting that information out of her was just as impossible as splitting a stone in two.

Lately, Honour was getting harder and harder to read and speak to her about what she had on her divine mind was getting even harder. Perhaps she was trying to keep them from worrying about her or maybe she was always thinking of the limited time she had in the land of mortals.

Without her saying anything, the girls couldn’t say for sure what was bothering her. She seemed well enough through the mind link as well… but instincts always had a way of manifesting even when all logic suggested otherwise.

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“Sooo, it’s just the two of us,” Madeline sighed.

Honour’s darting eyes stopped over the pages and curiously regarded the Seeker for a moment, “What is it, Mady?”

“I’m bored, Honour. Can we at least do some exploring?” Madeline begged her friend, “Maybe then, you… you could tell me more about what’s happening with you.”

Honour sighed and stared off into space, thinking through the request, “I’ll walk with you but I’m not sure how much I’ll tell you… if there is even anything to say.”

Honour had already tried to tell her friends countless times… and failed countless times, but she wasn’t one to give up if there was some way she could help. And if she’d learned anything from the few months in her restricted state, it was that she had to take any chances she could get.

Her mind strayed to the man she’d tried restraining in the hospital… a premature thought began to form in her mind. ‘When are you returning, Drake?’ she thought to herself.

“Anything is better than driving me insane sitting here with nothing to do,” Madeline groaned loudly.

“Very well then. Let’s get going. Do you have something in mind?” Honour asked, folding her page and putting the book aside.

“Hmm, we’ve spent the whole day in the Royal Suite and watched the Games from there. We should check out where everyone else gets to watch the games from,” Madeline mentioned, her face sparkling with delight.

“Very well then. Let’s go,” Honour stood, retrieving a scarf from the sofa. The walk through the interior of the Great Arena was a lot less chaotic this time and calm. Partly because they didn’t have Lina with them and partly because of the unconscious influence that Honour’s mood had on the werewolves around her.

This time, they noticed the signs that pointed them in the right direction and followed them. Something they seemed to have missed on their first trip through the Great Arena. Walking through the large facility almost felt natural now. The Great Arena wasn’t as ‘great’ and intimidating anymore.

“So, are you going to tell me what’s going on or not?” Madeline asked her friend.

“Hmm, let’s see. Where do I start?” Honour thought to herself.

She didn’t want to end up speaking noiselessly by attempting to reveal something the divine rules prohibited her from revealing, so she had to think about what had no direct consequence on the course of events.

As it stood, she had a feeling that there were rogues within the Great Arena but she also knew there was no way she could reveal this.

They were werewolves as well, so she could detect their presence. However, revealing this was also considered a direct interference with the normal flow of events.

Shelving this thought, she was interrupted by Madeline, “Earlier this morning, when I came to wake you up. I’d come to tell you about Drake leaving. There is so much happening and so little we can do about it.

When I found you, you looked… different.”

This caught Honour’s interest. She knew Drake was supposed to leave that morning but she couldn’t tell Madeline that. What caught her attention now was the last thing the girl had said.

“Different! How?”

The young goddess remained silent as she heard Madeline describe the state of her room that morning. The swirling blue mist… the transformation her face had undergone, making her look more regal, refined, expressionless, intimidating— and so many other things that described a powerful creature from another world.

This description was the furthest thing from Honour’s character. So different that Madeline had only been able to confirm it was her through her scent… and the fact that the blue mist was nothing new.

After hearing the short story, Honour sighed, “Madeline, the memories… they’re getting clearer. Not just flashes anymore but long conversations and events. It happens when I fall asleep. And the more I dream of the past, the more I feel my former self returning.

I… I have feelings I’ve never thought I had before.”

“But… you still have time, don’t you?” Madeline asked, “It’s still too early.”

“Yes, Mady, I still have time. At least, that’s what I know,” Honour replied, opening a door to the bleachers.

The two girls were bombarded by a cool breeze from the wind. Suddenly Madeline understood why Honour had brought a scarf along with her. Fortunately for her, the feeling of cold lasted only a short moment before her body heated up once more…

‘At least, some part of me is more werewolf than human,’ the girl sighed. With how weak her wolf was, it was easy to forget that she was one.

“I’m sorry you have to go through all this, Honour,” Madeline said with a ton of concern laced in her voice.

Honour sighed, “It’s fine, Mady. Let’s just try to enjoy the time I have here. It’s all I ask.”

“You got it, your holiness,” Madeline replied enthusiastically.

“I’m not sure that’s how it works but I’ll take it,” Honour replied with a hearty laugh.

The two girls walked idly through the seats that overlooked the Great Colosseum, talking about anything and everything that came to their minds.

They talked of the games that, Madeline spoke of her life back at the Golden Moon pack and Honour brought up the past as well. Both of them avoided any topic pertaining to the future unless it had something to do with the games.

They got so comfortable that they didn’t notice another presence approach them.

“What a happy pair!” a deep rumbling voice interrupted the peaceful silence.

The two girls stopped laughing and turned in time to face a large man walking up to them. His eyes glowed a deep crimson and his muscles screamed power. His face, on the other hand, was slightly flushed… which destroyed his intimidating image entirely.

Honour was quick to step in front of Madeline, shielding her from the one wolf that could see past her disguise. After taking so much time to change the colour of her hair and her very appearance, this powerful alpha had seen through it all.

Kyle raised his hands up in surrender, “I don’t mean you any harm. I only wish to talk to the girl that you’re hiding behind you. Is that okay?”

“What’s she to you?”

Kyle rubbed the back of his head nervously, “That’s what I would like to figure out. Just a talk… I’ve been informed to keep the colour of her eyes a secret. You have my word.”

“I don’t trust you. A former spy for the rogues, which you probably still are, could be going for someone the Rogue King is still after. This is the exact same thing you did with Katie if I remember correctly,” Honour blurted out.

This time, Kyle looked even more confused, “The Rogue King is after her?”

Honour didn’t miss the defensive tone with which he asked this. She wanted to argue with him more… but her powers didn’t sense any malicious intent coming from him.

He didn’t seem to have ulterior motives… let alone malicious ones.

If anything, he just seemed curious… and a tad bit desperate.

The goddess sighed and turned to Madeline. The amber-eyed redhead had her eyes glued to the alpha with her lips drawn to a thin line, “Will you be okay?” Honour asked.

Madeline could only manage a stiff nod of her head.

‘I won’t be far. Just call for me as soon as you feel unsafe,’ Honour said through the mind link before walking away from the pair.

Madeline was soon left standing alone in the presence of the hulking alpha. Compared to him, she was but a small insect.

“Hi,” she managed.

“Hi… We didn’t really get to talk the last time,” Kyle responded sheepishly.

Kyle is a beta alpha, isn’t he? The girl thought to herself. He seemed somewhat nervous in her presence which was a first for the little Seeker.

“A walk?” she asked softly.

Before she could debate whether he had heard her, he replied, “Sure!”

But his voice came out high-pitched, completely different from his normally deep voice. Kyle coughed, clearly trying to ease his nerves.

‘What is happening?’ the girl mentally screamed as they started walking in a random direction.

The Great Arena was designed concentric to the colosseum that stood first, leaving the large ring of seats for the spectators to remain undisturbed by the constructions that turned it into the impressive facility that it was today.

So they had a lot of walking they could manage.

After walking for a short while, Kyle spoke up, “Have they told you about…”

“Yeah, they told me everything…”

“About?”

“About your history with the Lost Luna… and how you… umm, stabbed her in the back,” Madeline stuttered.

Kyle’s shoulders slumped dejectedly, “So much for first impressions!”

“First impressions?”

“Yeah… I was hoping I’d get to talk to you first. Without my history getting in the way,” Kyle sighed. This information seemed to have gotten to him.

Kyle seemed to value what she thought of him even though they’d never met. ‘A beta alpha of the Lycaon pack cares about my opinion of him. I must be dreaming.’

“I would have found out one way or another,” she shrugged.

“Yeah, though I would be the one to tell you,” Kyle replied, “And perhaps by then, you would have come to learn about the kind of person I am without knowing of the person I was.”

Madeline couldn’t argue with that sort of thinking. But then again, there was the matter of how she would have found out. What if Kyle lied to her or twisted the information when the day came? What then?

It didn’t seem to matter now that she knew though. Instead, she knew his past… and now that she got a closer look at him, he didn’t seem like the sort of person that could do that.

“Do you… regret it?”

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