Chapter 110 Ancient
Melissa exhaled and crossed her legs, sitting in a comfortable position. What Margaret said had smashed through her pride and it had got her thinking. Her past was starting to catch up to her slowly and it was giving her a disadvantage that would be fatal if she kept on going this way.
She lacked knowledge, infinite levels of it and she didn't like that. She hated fighting a battle where she was steps behind and she'd have to rely on luck to survive. She needed to seize control of the situation and the first step was acquiring knowledge. Even though she still didn't necessarily conform to Margaret's character, she would still listen.
"So," Margaret clasped her hand against her thighs, smiling wider. "What do you wanna know?"
"First, I need to know the relationship between you and my parents. Do not hide anything from me," she declared.
"I already told you that," she said with a little frown on her face.
"I know. You hid some things," Melissa challenged her.
"Definitely did, they are personal secrets that you do not need to know," she said. "Please, I am not comfortable talking about that stuff," she said with a mildly mean face.
Melissa stared at her blankly. "Okay. Tell me all you know about the Oracle," Melissa switched to another question, sighing as she had to give in.
Beatrice clicked her pen and then brought out a bunch of files and got in position to start writing.
"You know you can just record that right?"Margaret advised.
"I am recording," Beatrice replied but still started to write.
For the first time in a while, Melissa could sense thorough tiredness from her. Her tired look was not just because she was giving out a default tired expression, she was indeed really tired.
"Beatrice, you don't need to work now, just…" she wanted to talk but she wouldn't let her land.
"...rest? The oracle isn't resting, Alina isn't resting, Ronald isn't resting. We haven't solved anyone of our major problems all this while. The Vance pack is still at loggerheads with us. Theresa is still a member of the council. Ronald is still plotting. Your majesty, I cannot, will not and won't choose to rest," she said. "Start talking," she turned to Margret with a burning glare.
"Hmm," Margaret exhaled and then turned to Melissa without saying a word.
Melissa at that moment understood Margaret's gaze and her respect for the she-wolf. The look she gave her only held one statement- "you are the Luna,"and Melissa understood. .
"Beatrice, stop writing and relax," she said.
"I ju…" Beatrice wanted to say something but Melissa spoke first.
"I understand how you feel, but we won't be able to solve our problems if we die working. So drop that pen and just listen," her tone was gentle but assertive.
Beatrice exhaled, grumbled like a ten year old before dropping the pen and relaxing.
"Good, start talking," Melissa turned to Margaret.
Margaret nodded and began. "The Oracle was found a very long time ago from what I have read in their files. Their goal was to eradicate the moon rage," she said and let it sink in.
Melissa raised her eyes and so did Beatrice. "That… that is impossible," they said in unison.
"I felt the same way too," Margaret nodded in affirmation. "But that was what I read. I can't necessarily confirm the truth," she informed. "At least not anymore," she added.
The problem with the information she provided was that the Moon rage was an affliction that affected werewolves in the past and it has been cited for more than three centuries now. If the information was true it meant the Oracle was at least four hundred years old. That was ancient, way more than Melissa thought.
"Well, does that mean there is an undying werewolf running it?"she asked.
Margaret shook her head. "No, it seems to have been passed down through generations. I have stumbled on an article that put down the name of their leaders over the years. So I think it is a succession technique." She said.
"So there is a probability that the Oracle just needs a change of leadership, right?" Melissa asked.
"Possibly," Margaret replied in a distracted manner and started to sniff the air.
Melissa could only shake her head as Arabella, Richard and Avalors brought out trays of food and moved it behind another curtain of beads. Then they to come.
They complied and went through the larger curtain of beads and arrived at a dining room. The dining was exquisite. It was made to mimic a mediaeval setting. The chairs were made of Frost glass, so it appeared as though they were frozen. The table was made of wood but painted in a bluish hue that appeared like the sky.
The entire surrounding had effigies of wolves around them, all of them arranged in a chaotic manner. They thanked Arabella and they all sat down to eat.
At first no one said anything except for Margaret that was yumming to every bite she took. She seemed so carefree that it got on Melissa's nerves. For someone as knowledgeable as she was, she really had a way of fooling people into letting their guard down.
"We need to get back to the castle as soon as possible before people start putting two and two together," Avalors broke the silence.
"Yeah. Will we be taking her with us?" Beatrice asked, pointing to Margarer, whose mouth was bulging from stuffing in too much food.
"We should," Avalors said.
"You have to, actually," Margaret said. "I actually would like to apply for a role as a member of the Luna's court," she declared.
"And what role would that be?" She asked.
"Diplomat," she said, stuffing another crab pincer into her mouth, she chewed for a while before speaking again. "I am very good at diplomatic debates,"she smiled.
Melissa turned to the others before they were interrupted by a knock on the door.