Chapter 13

Malachi's POV...

I kept following him until I saw him entering a house. The house looked so old, and I felt more suspicious of the man. I watched him enter the house and hid courageously beside a wall close to the old house. Immediately after he entered, I came out from my hiding and planned on entering with him, but I paused as I noticed that someone was tracking my footsteps.

I waited and watched submissively for the approach of my tracker. I was excited when I caught up with the tracker and found out that she's my maid.

"Please wait for me, my lady," my maid shouted as she was about to get closer to me.

When we were both together, I quickly stopped her from shouting my name and warned her to stay outside the old house until I instructed her to come in.

She nodded and responded with "Okay!" I proceeded into the house by walking in slowly and gently, staying alert for any danger that might come after me.

I found the room more suspicious as I entered, and the structure of the house left me speechless. The first room of the house was so big and was reserved for a restaurant. I came in and felt more wired. I sat down gently and looked quietly at everyone around me. They all looked so strange, and I could feel that they were more than just guests who came to have refreshments at the restaurant, but rather like hungry lions looking for someone to hunt.

I became more prepared for any danger that might come and put my digger close to me. A few minutes later, the historian from the market came closer to me.

"What may I help you with?" asked the historian.

I became more furious and wary of the historian, but I played along to know his true intentions.

"What can you offer?" I asked elatedly.

The historian looked at me warily and then responded. "We have countless wines here and any food you might want to eat, just name it," the historian replied.

I became thoughtful and unpredictable about what the historian might be plotting. "Can he really not recognize me, or is he just trying to hide himself under a restaurant maid's shadow? How could a man like him be a server in a restaurant?" I questioned myself, then responded.

"I'd love to have a soju drink," I replied.

The historian went back and brought me a cup of soju drink, then turned back to leave. I stopped him from leaving by tapping him and saying, "Could you please have a drink with me? I feel uncomfortable drinking alone."

The historian paused a little with no words, looked around him, and I could feel him giving a sign to some guys at the restaurant. When he noticed that I might be suspecting him, he responded anxiety-free and sat in front of me. "Sure, madam," he said as he got seated.

"Thank you," I responded and started staring at him.

"Why did you want me seated?" asked the historian.

I pushed the glass of wine in front of me and placed it at his front. "Have a bit!" I ordered as I pushed the glass of wine to his front.

The historian laughed and then said, "Are you worried about getting your wine poisoned? Then you must have a lot of enemies," the historian said jokingly.

I paused a bit, thinking about what to say. "I'm just giving you a chance to feel in my grace," I replied.

The historian laughed, then picked up the glass of wine and drank it all. He kept the glass hardly back on the table and then gassed out loudly. I felt frustrated but instead responded jokingly. "You're indeed a great drinker," I said jokingly, and we both laughed.

"What can a wealthy girl like you be doing in these local restaurants?" asked the historian.

"How could a man with a sweet voice like yours be working in a small restaurant like this? If I could say, I would have recommended such a man to be a historian and spread some rumors," I commented skeptically.

The historian looked at my face warily, then proceeded with the dialogue. "Maybe the man is meant to kill a fearless innocent girl like yours instead of being a historian," responded the man.

I looked at the historian so warily and kicked him under the table. Immediately, I brought out my digger and pointed it at the man's throat. I held the man so close and held his hands backward.

"Who exactly are you?" I questioned. The historian looked at me mannerless and uttered no word in return. I became really angry and placed his head against the wall.

"Who are you?" I questioned again. Suddenly, all the people at the restaurant stood up and brought out their swords. I felt excited about at least being able to have the right prediction and stayed alert to fight back against anybody that struck to attack me. I held the historian tight and let him to his knees, I placed my digger at his throat and then shouted.

"If you want him alive, then drop your weapons," I shouted angrily, pointing my digger at his throat. The historian responded fearlessly. "No, kill her, she mustn't come out here alive," said the historian.

I wasn't expecting this, as the historian broke a glass bottle and hit me on my leg. Blood began to flow out of my leg, and the historian narrowly escaped. I was immediately surrounded by the restaurant men.

"Kill her," shouted the historian.

I stepped a bit backward and stayed alert and ready to strike anybody who came to attack me. Three men were the first to come. I killed them all by hitting and slashing them with the digger, and the three of them went down with just five moves.

More men surrounded me and attacked me at the same time. I kept fighting them and killed a few of them, but later became so weak. I stopped fighting and began breathing heavily, patiently waiting for my fate. Just as I was about to lose the last of hope, I saw a man coming in with a fierce voice and his sword crashing. The man fought some of the men and stood beside me. We both stood close to each other and fought alongside each other.

"Who are you?" I questioned the unknown man.

"I'm no one," the man responded.

I felt thoughtful of the man, but I also felt grateful for at least coming to my rescue at the right time.

"Well, my name is Joy Mitchell from the Nightshadow pack," I said excitedly.

"Do you really mean Joy Mitchell, the queen from Nightshadow's pack, the late alpha's daughter?" asked the man who came to my rescue.

"Yes, but…" I responded, wondering how the man knew me.

"Stop fighting, all of you. The woman here is the late alpha's daughter," said the man fearlessly. Everyone stopped fighting and dropped their weapons immediately.

I became speechless and felt so lost, wondering how the man recognized me and about the scenario that just happened.

The man bowed to me immediately. "My name is Smith, I'm the personal guard of Beta Malachi, and my master has sent me out to look for you for so long. Firstly, I'd love to apologize for making you so frustrated, and also I'd love to introduce my master to you," said Smith.

I felt at ease for that moment, and all my worries went away. "It's nice meeting you, Smith. This is entertaining," I responded.

Smith stood up and led me to his master. I went out slowly and followed him suspiciously. Immediately I got out of the restaurant, I saw my maid, and I gave her a sign to follow me secretly for security purposes.