Chapter 110 How it all began 2
Ira's POV
The sound of Commander Andre’s laughter overshadows a different office, one that's barely as fancy as the previous one.
I guess this belongs to him. Even when he seals his lips, his shoulders rise and fall repeatedly.
I look around, searching for the amusing thing in the room.
There's only a man also dressed as a guard but with a black patch across his left eye. He isn't laughing like Andre but he keeps his gaze on him.
“Is the plan still on, Commander?” he asks, earning another sick laugh from the man.
What's so funny?
“Of course, Halmton,” Andre finally responds, looking proud of himself.
“Those bastards will finally pay for killing my mate.” he says smoothly but his voice vibrates with so much hatred. “When they gather tomorrow, we will pour the gas into that hall, killing every last one of them.”
Halmton shifts his weight, his eye lightening up. “Got it commander. No one leaves there alive.”
“No one,” Andre agrees, his jaw tightening. “They will choke on their own arrogance. The idiot actually thinks this is going to bring peace. This is going to bring an end to the reign of pussies who can’t reclaim Vahl for the pack.”
The guard hesitates, then lifts his chin. “But what if one of them escapes?”
Andre’s lips curl and for a moment he stays silent, thinking. “We will surround the building. Every darn entrance. I've posted men at every window. Anyone unfortunate enough to make it out of that hall will die by our fangs and our swords.”
Halmton nods, though unease flickers across his face. “Some witches can teleport, Commander. How do we defeat those?”
Andre’s gaze drifts, as though he is remembering something. When he speaks again, his voice carries a darker satisfaction. “We can only hope the gas is as effective as the books claim. I tested it on a few people already. They were paralyzed almost instantly. It should suppress their powers too. If they are unable to breathe and cast spells then they are unable to escape.”
The guard swallows with a nod. “And the Alpha King. What do we do with him?” he asks carefully, looking worried.
Andre’s hands curl into fists. “We behead him,” he snaps.
“The king has been so selfless since the beginning of his reign. Don't you think that judgement is too brutal?”
“Put his head on a stake!” Andre spits out, his eyes turning monstrous. “...so the world will know the alpha king is dead. He deserves it. He did nothing to defend my mate. He stood by while those demons drained the life of my mate!”
The room suddenly shudders, and the walls blur into another scene.
But this one feels familiar.
I am standing at the edge of a dining room. The table is neatly set. My parents sit beside each other, their hands clasped together at the edge of the table.
I hear the chuckle of a child and glance towards the door at my right. At the far end of the room, sunlight spills through the open doors leading to a field.
I see two children running. A smaller version of me, white hair loose and flying as she laughs, running after Bukasvad.
My mother’s soft voice pulls me back.
“Baby, I am worried,” she says.
My father gently tightens his hold on her hands. “If we can reach an agreement, there will be peace in Vahl. I am sure of it.”
She shakes her head, her hair slipping over her shoulder. “I do not trust Commander Andre. That man is evil. And the fact that this meeting is his idea worries me.”
“You worry too much, my love,” my father says with a tender smile. He leans across the table and presses a kiss to her lips, lingering long enough to draw a reluctant smile from her.
“Stop it,” she giggles, carefully pushing him away.
“Andre has promised security, and the sempyrs, the strongest clan, will be present. If there is any trouble, my brothers and sisters will definitely defend the pack.” He assures. “The only ones I am concerned about are the witches. They do not forgive easily.”
Mom looks at her fingers, toying with them. She sighs when father takes her hand in his again.
“Talk to me, don't keep whatever's on your mind hidden from me.” He pleads.
“My heart is not at peace. Why do you have to be the one doing this?” Her voice cracks. “If anything goes wrong, you will be blamed for it. You already dyed your hair for years so the pack would fully accept you. How much more will you have to give?”
Tears shine in her eyes. “And when Valira is meant to take the throne, will she ever be allowed to rule? Or will they rise against her, requesting she do more than dye her hair just to prove she's in favour of the werewolves?”
My chest aches as I watch her, and slowly tears blur my vision. I have never known someone who speaks of me with this kind of fear and love wrapped in their tone. And to now realize that I once had it.
How loved I would have been...
My father stands and kneels beside her chair. He lifts her hands and kisses them softly. “Nothing will happen to our little pup,” he says with certainty.
“Valira is smart, and she has us beside her.” A small smile stretches his lips. “And Buk is the best guide we could ever ask for. Even if we were not here, I know he would give his life to protect her.”
My mother lets out a shaky breath.
“And I told you,” my father continues, his voice warm, “as she grows, her aura will only become stronger. You do not need to worry. She's stronger than we could ever be. She has the blood of a sempyr and that of you, an alpha. There's no way she'll be defeated.”
A soft smile spreads across her face as a tear falls from her eyes. He leans up and kisses her lips gently, causing her cheeks to flush pink.
“Trust me, my love.”
Placing a kiss on his nose she whispers, “I do. And even if something goes wrong, I'll be here standing by you.”
Their faces grow blurry as the scene changes again.