The Moon Goddess' Chosen

520 Unsolvable Looming Crisis

“I knew you’d learnt to hide your murderous intent but this is something else,” Micah replied through gritted teeth. How was it possible that the rogues were this capable of concealing their murderous intent?

It wasn’t something they could just learn on a whim. It was hard to do, especially for creatures as impulsive as werewolves. It didn’t make sense.

Even Katie Chase Sirius hadn’t been able to completely conceal her emotions once her werewolf side manifested. ‘What’s going on here?’

“OR… Stay with me here…” the alpha raised his index finger to emphasize his point, “…I have no intentions of killing anyone. It can be that simple, really.”

“That’s not possible. Rogues are not the kind to give up blood lust and carnage. You only strive to bring the world down and nothing else,” Micah retorted.

Something wasn’t right.

It was true that there was no malicious intent coming from Samson but that was all the more reason to believe that he was up to something even more sinister. Perhaps he was feeling regret for something much darker than he ever thought himself capable.

“Why cut off communications? What’s your end game here?” Micah mumbled.

The werewolf’s sensitive ears picked up on every syllable and a smirk graced his face, “Someone’s finally using their head. You know… Normally, I wouldn’t tell my enemy a thing. But I’ll make an exception simply because you’re special to me. I once had high hopes of you becoming my most powerful beta. But I guess life doesn’t always go according to plan.

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…also because there is nothing you can do about it even if I told you.”

‘Yay! How generous of you!’ Micah’s eyes stayed trained on the alpha, showing no signs of losing their hostility.

Samson chuckled darkly but kept his gaze as well. For the first time since their meeting, the alpha seemed slightly irritated by Micah’s presence. His cool and lax attitude reminded the hunter of just how powerful the rogue general was.

The fact that he was so relaxed in his presence translated to how powerful he truly believed himself to be.

“Let’s see. Where should I start? Ah yes… the Rogue King’s grand plan. He’s never been one to overthink his actions but with the last failure, he’s changed his perspective so much.

His brilliance is, in all ways, divine and grand. I feel lucky to witness his genius in action. You should just surrender, Micah. His plan is already in motion… and no human will be spared.”

“You’re not making sense.”

“Say hello, Jack,” the alpha yelled out loud, a hint of madness glinting in his eyes.

A sign of movement caught the hunter’s attention as someone else made himself known. Emerging from behind one of the massive vertical pillars of the mast, famous actor, Jack Boggle stepped out, keeping his gaze to the side.

Micah stared at the man in disbelief. He was known to be missing… but here he was, “Lina really did see you.”

“Yes, she did. And you’re on the wrong side, Micah,” Jack spoke in a sombre tone, turning to look him in the eye.

However, when the actor turned to look at Micah, the hunter took an unsteady step back in shock. Jack Boggle wasn’t just being held captive by the rogues but his eyes shone a brilliant amber now.

“You were once a junior hunter. A promising one! If you could only let go of your pride, you could—”

“This is not about that,” Jack snapped at the hunter, cutting him off harshly.

In the next second, however, all that hostility vanished and his face softened into one filled with worry, “I tried to get her to cancel the games. But now it’s too late. It’s probably happening already now.”

“What’s probably happening?” Micah suddenly asked.

Samson’s voice rumbled as he chuckled to himself, “Should you really be here, Micah? I’ve heard that you grew powerful enough to become a Mighty Warrior candidate. Of course, you still have a long way to go before reaching the Perfect Warrior’s level but that’s still impressive in its own right.

All that power sent here to check on a mere cell tower… when you could be saving so many that are about to die,” Samson mentioned.

“You’re here too… If there was anything that threatened the Great Arena, it would be you,” Micah countered. Rogues attacking the Great Arena. That was crazy. There were so many hunters there for them to take such a risk.

“Who said anything about rogues attacking? Come on, Micah. I know you’re a bright one. You’ve already seen Jack over here. How long do you think he’s been a wolf?”

Micah turned to the former actor and stared at him expectantly.

Jack slumped his shoulders and slowly mumbled, “One day.”

It was all the hunter needed to hear before he blurred out of sight, turning his full strength and speed back to the Great Coliseum. If what he’d heard was right, then there was so much that he’d not accounted for.

Only chaos lay ahead… So many lives were on the line…

There was one more thing that was feared all across the world. A werewolf losing control of its violent urges. It was the reason every school was advised to start only after they’d established connections with the Hunter’s Agency of their region and allowed either Junior hunter to attend or hired a few professional hunters to protect the school.

One feral wolf was enough to bring an immeasurable level of death and destruction. And for this reason, the empires were advised against releasing young werewolves into society before they’d learned control.

It was also the reason hunters were often placed in situations where they had to kill humans that had been turned into werewolves by rogue alphas. Without any knowledge or experience in exercising control, they were considered just as dangerous as the rogues.

If what Micah assumed to be the case, the Great Arena was in more danger than he could have imagined.

‘…also because there is nothing you can do about it even if I told you,’ Samson’s words echoed.

Gritting his teeth as he dashed, swung and shot through the air towards the Great Arena, Micah suppressed his conflicting emotions. He didn’t want to admit the truth behind the general’s words.