Chapter 135 Chapter 135: Leaving the Island

Chapter 135 Chapter 135: Leaving the Island
Kalev’s POV

We waited on the beach as the helicopters stormed the sky. There were at least a dozen of them. They landed on the beach and the capital guards stepped out.

The guards stood beside the helicopter doors, waiting for us to approach them. But then a figure emerged from one of the helicopters. Her fancy shoe hit the sand. My stomach lurched.

It was my mother, Petra.

She was dressed in a long, ornate gown. She looked ridiculous on the beach, with the fire blazing in the back ground.

We were shocked to see her. She walked towards me with a big smile. She reached for my hands.

“Well done, my son. You are the last noble standing. What a lovely representative from…”

“Cut the crap, Mother,” I snapped at her. “What are you doing here?”

“I came to personally escort you back to the capital,” she said, frowning.

“We’re not going back to the capital,” I told her. “We’re going to the sectors. You heard Senna’s speech. There’s going to be a rebellion. If I were you, I’d leave the capital before they march.”

“Nonsense,” she shook her head. “The sectors can march all they want. They’re no match for our guards. The capital is well fortified.”

I inhaled deeply. “Suit yourself,” I told her. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She looked out at our group.

“You don’t all want to go back to the sectors, do you?” she asked. “We’re offering you palaces and more wealth than you could ever dream of.”

She blinked at everyone, a fake smile on her face. I was embarrassed for her. She stood there, in her expensive gown, offering the group money. The group stood there, their hair matted, their faces smeared with blood, weapons still in their hands, resisting the urge not to laugh in her face.

“So what do you say?” Petra continued. “Who’s coming with me?”

Korrigan stepped forward. He eyed Petra for a moment. Then he spat on her shoe.

“You can take your palaces and shove them up your ass,” he said. Several of the group members chuckled. Petra flinched. “I’m going back to the sectors.”

“Me too,” Isolde said, also stepping forward.

“I’m going back to the sectors,” Junie said, lifting her chin. “With everyone else. I don’t want your palace. I just want my own home.”

“Don’t be absurd,” Petra scoffed. “You’re not thinking reasonably. If you all just stop and..”

“Yes we are,” one of the sector born men said, cutting her off. “We’re all thinking perfectly clear. Because soon, there won’t be a capital anymore. You really should take your son’s advice. Leave the capital before it’s too late.”

Petra glared at the group. “Fine,” she said. “We can’t keep you hostage in the capital. If you’re all stupid enough to refuse what we’re offering you, then go back to the sectors. You will regret it though.”

She turned on her heel and headed back to the helicopter.

“We all meet in Sector 1,” I told them. “Spread the word that all sectors are to gather there. It’s the closest sector to the capital. We’ll organize our resources there.”

Everyone nodded. We all embraced each other. Korrigan and Isolde turned to us.

“We will see you soon,” Isolde said.

“You will,” I told her.

Korrigan smiled at me. I smiled back.

“We really did it,” He mused.

“We really did,” I replied. Then he punched me lightly on the arm.

“I knew you were a bad ass the first moment I met you. Let’s go and end this.”

I nodded. Then they turned and walked towards the helicopters.

I paused.

Orrin was so sad. He just kept looking out at the ocean with longing.

“Wait,” I said to Senna.

Back at the camp, when I’d pulled out the siphon, I’d tried to use it. But then I dropped it in the sand. In the corner of my eye, I thought I saw one of the nobles scoop it up. I could have been wrong though.

But still, it was worth a shot. It was a crazy idea, and I knew it. But Orrin was inconsolable. The siphon had been designed to cause harm. But maybe, just maybe, in this case, I could use it for something good.

“I need to find something,” I told her. Senna followed me over to the corpses. They were a bloody mess, but I began digging through their pockets.

“Looting the dead?” Senna asked, raising her eyebrow. Her tone was teasing.

“I’m looking for the siphon,” I told her. Her eyes grew wide.

“What?” she snapped at me. “Why on Earth would you want that?”

I knew what she was thinking. We should leave the siphon there to burn down with the rest of the island. But I ignored her protests and kept searching.

Eventually, she gave up questioning and started searching too.

“Just be careful with it,” I warned her.

“Relax,” she said. “I don’t even have a wolf to siphon. Not anymore.”

Her words were heavy. I think she meant it as a joke, but it didn’t land as one. We kept searching.

My hand dove into a pocket and sure enough, I touched the metal object. I pulled it out and placed it in my palms. It was hard to believe that something so small held so much power.

“What are you doing, Kalev. That thing is dangerous,” Senna said.

“I know,” I told her. “But just trust me.”

Orrin whimpered. His pain flooded through me.

“I need to take it,” I said.

“Why?” she asked.

I fixed my eyes on her. “Because Orrin doesn’t want to live anymore. Not without Verity. He’s in so much pain. He won’t recover from this. He wants to join Verity, wherever she is. You know as well as I do that a wolf without his mate is destined to live a miserable life.” I paused and turned the siphon over in my hand. It looked so small and unassuming.

“But this?” I held up the siphon. “This might be the only way I can give him what he wants.”