Chapter 10 Who does he think I am?

Chapter 10 Who does he think I am?
Scarlette’s POV
Angrily, I switched my phone to airplane mood and was about to tuck it back into my pocket when I saw that he’d already sent a message. The message must have come in before I finally switched on airplane mood.
I was ready to ignore it, but something in me just kept pushing me to check it.
“Good day Your majesty.
You left so early.
I really thought we would have breakfast together this morning.”
I frowned.
“Breakfast together. How pathetic.” I said out loud before I could even stop myself
“What’s the issue, your majesty?” Kael asked, trying to study me.
“Who the heck does this Azrael guy take me for?” I said, pissed.
“Can I?” Kael requested. I handed the phone over to him, still feeling the taste of disgust in my tongue.
Instead of getting mad as well, Kael chuckled lightly. “I just knew that those side glances weren’t normal.”
My eyes moved up to meet his. “What’s funny. What are you even saying?”
I took my phone angrily from him.
“If you have nothing meaningful to say, leave. This is certainly not the time for all of this crap.”
He nodded, his face instantly turning serious. “I’m sorry, your majesty.” He said before turning to leave.
I swallowed hard.
My thoughts suddenly began to judge me.
I’m not the only one feeling the weight of Cyrus’s illness. He’s probably feeling it too.
I should have been softer with him. I said to myself, almost in regret.
I finally stood up after a long while and made my way to my room. I could feel the heaviness on my shoulders, like I had been involved in hard labour.
I needed sleep, enough of it, but that wasn’t an option at the moment.
After a quick shower, I made my way to the office where Kael had already started sorting out some of the work I had for the day, helping me ease up a little.
The day went by fast, I’d been so tired and engrossed in work at the same time.
From time to time, Kael asked if I needed to sleep, that he’ll continue from where I stopped, but every time I said.
“I can handle it.”
He nodded, though it didn’t go down well with him at all. The look on his face said it.
“I think you should go and rest.” He said, concerned. “You barely slept back there at Full moon Pack.”
“Kael, I said I’m fine.” I said, my voice sounding a little more firm.
The night air filled the atmosphere and darkness was upon the land. Kael stepped out of the car first, I stepped out next.
With the Narrations Cyrus had written in his journal, this was the place. The home of Alan the sorcerer.
He was a good friend of Cyrus. The only I ever knew of. Cyrus had spoken countless times about him, but I never had a reason to see him, not until now.
His tent looked almost too similar to that of Cyrus. The smell too.
I entered in the dark tents. Relying on my wolf to lead me in the darkness.
The path seemed scary, just how it was meant to be.
We saw stairs leading downwards.
Kael looked around to make sure it was safe before leading me in. The place was eerily quite like no one lived in it.
As we kept descending the stairs, I could already sight him, seated at the center of the room, backing us.
The room was lit by just one candle that sat right on the table in front of him. I didn’t fail to notice the big book by the corner. The book was unmistakably his spell book, Cyrus had it too. An orb was there too, it’s glow magical.
“Alpha Lani.” He called even without turning his back.
He knows me. I should be surprised, but somehow, I’m not.
“The silver bowl by the door, you know what to do.” Alan said.
I took off all my jewelries and also my shoe. Kael and the guards that had come with us didn’t bother coming in, they waited there on the stairs. There were some guards waiting outside the tent as well.
Before I could approach him, he was no longer backing me, he had appeared at the other side of the table.
I sat on the floor across from him, just as I used to whenever I visited Cyrus’s temple.
He didn’t say anything at first, just kept chanting some words while I continued to take in the looks of the place. I noticed the strange writings on the wall. They were all in red. And surprisingly, I was able to read them clearly, even in the darkness. This time, it had nothing to do with my wolf sense, it just felt like the letter had life in them.
‘An eye for an eye’
‘Tooth for a tooth’
‘Life for a life’
“What brings you here, your majesty?” His voice resounded in the once quiet place.
“Cyrus!” I said firmly. “I’m sure you’ve heard about his illness.”
“Hmmm…” Was his reply.
He paused for a while, looking into the orb like it had the answers to my problem. I found myself looking at it as well, trying to understand what was so interesting about it.
“An eye for an eye… Tooth for a tooth… Life for a life.” He recited, still looking at the orb.
I swallowed hard. What did he mean?
Sick of the silence, I asked. “What’s the way out?”
Another round of deafening silence.
With his eyes closed, he began to mutter some chants. I kept quiet, my heart beating too fast.
His eyes shut open too quickly. Staring intensely at him.
I raised my brow, urging him to continue.
“The only way is to give up your life for him!”
I rose up from the stack of papers beneath me like I had been chased from miles away. Gasping for air.
The air conditioned office suddenly felt too suffocating now.
I tried my best to breath. It felt like work to get air to my lungs. I was struggling.
I made my way to the washroom of my office where I buried my face in water times and times again like it could wash off what I had just seen.
Once I was out of the washroom, I found my way to Cyrus’s study. That’s the only place I can think of finding an answer to this.
He must have seen it coming.
And just like every other vision of his, he must have written about it in his journal.
I need to find his journal.
I could already sense someone else behind those thick does.
I pushed the door open.
“Kael?”
His head snapped up, “What are you doing here this late?”
He lifted the hardcover book in his hands.

‘SORCERER’S DIARY’ It read.
“I got curious.”
I joined him behind the desk.
“From the history of other Sorcerers,” Kael started as I stared at the pages, trying to make sense of what was in it.
“Once they’ve lived up to a certain age or completed their mission, they pass on.”
My eyes moved to him quickly. “What age?” I asked, anxious.
Kael shook his head. “I have no idea,” he said, raising the book to show me the torn part. “Whoever owns the book deliberately tore that part out to make sure no one finds out.”
“Cyrus!” I muttered.