Chapter 127 - Racing To The Palace For Urgent Treatment (1/2)
”Hiben, hurry and activate the portal!” Olsen went past his King and instructed a grey wolf, who immediately sprinted to the right-most corner of the cave and sat in silent impatience.
As if sensing the wolf's presence, the flame cave trembled in reaction, a violet-silver radiance sprouting from its center. The radiant silver-violet glow enveloped the anxious wolves and trembled violently upon reaching Ramose and Versailles's figures.
The serpentine's brows furrowed and she moaned. As if she could perceive the silver-violet glow branding her soul within its mysterious hue, she evaded its pursuit. However, the light vibrated intensely, creating a giant spiral that danced around the unconscious serpentine and entered her trembling body.
An instant later, it reappeared in an excited swirl and covered the entire pack.
”Sigh, it worked.”
”Yes, she is our King's mate after all. It would've been more strange if it didn't work.”
The werewolves were strung tight from the earlier incident and paced nervously in the cave as they stood guard and waited for the flame cave to acknowledge Versailles's identity as the mate of a wolf. The three heartbeat process felt like an eternity, making them doubt whether the portal would give entry to their king's mate as the serpentine's lifeforce weakened with every passing beat.
The moment the silver-violet radiance covered all their forms, they relaxed and released the breath they had been holding. With great anxiety in their eyes, the werewolves disappeared from sight.
Bright and mysterious, the flame cave returned to its original state. Silent and empty.
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The moment the wolves appeared, the red city built in a spherical shape encircling a magnificent crimson palace entered their sight. The crystalline palace stretched towards the silver-blue moon fixed in the center of the city, their combined red-blue radiance showering resplendence of purple over the settlement.
The Werewolf King took the thousand-step stairs in ten giant leaps and landed on the entrance of the stone gates. Wolves and female beasts lazily glanced over, curious about the new arrivals. Soon, their originally lazy expressions vanished and was replaced with excitement.
”Wahhhh! Our King is back! But isn't his expression a little off?”
”Of course it's off! He is carrying someone on his back!”
”Who? Who is King Ramose carrying? Is it a female?”
The female beasts were immediately attracted by the presence of the Werewolf King. Although they had mates, it didn't prevent them from secretly stealing glances at him. After all, which female could resist the charms of the handsome black wolf?
But before they could even take a look at the beast carried on his back, the Wolf King zoomed past them as if he was being chased by insidious Night Wrats1. The pack of wolves followed right behind on his heels, not even sparing a glance for the dumbfounded beasts.
”Did you see that? The look in the Wolf King's eyes!?”
”I thought it was just me. So, you noticed as well?”
”I did as well. The Werewolf King looked like he was on the brink of losing his sanity!”
”Surely, it wasn't be that bad. After all, what can possibly cause our King to lose his mind? Aside from his...”
”Aside from his mate!”
The group gasped in astonishment, their eyes widening in shock as they stared at each other. Unconvinced and in disbelief, they exchanged gazes and immediately ran after the wolf pack to confirm the truth for themselves.
Olsen and the pack kept up with Ramose, in as much urgency as if the survival of their clan was at stake as they raced towards the crimson palace at neck-breaking speed. Within five breaths of time, they arrived before the ginormous Underworld Palace gates.
”Make way! Make way! The Werewolf King is passing through! Make way!” Olsen screamed at the top of his lungs, startling the working palace beasts into scrambling aside as they stared back at the racing pack in confusion.
”What is going on? Isn't that Olsen and the King? They are normally not this loud.”