Chapter 135 Dungeons
Beatrice walked towards Melissa, leaving her behind, still emitting an insane amount of frost. She walked slowly, every step she took froze entire metres around her in frost. Dust who was at the entrance saw this and decided to run off, but before he could even take any step at all, he froze over.
Beatrice exhaled and then stopped. The icicles just stood there as everyone packed themselves up. Avalors and Richard glanced around them in surprise. Even Melissa could only open her mouth, as she stared at the now meditating woman.
Hance got up from the floor and helped his Beta up, checking her body, running his hand across her body to check if she was hurt in anyway but the latter just nodded, assuring him that she was okay. He glanced around as the ice began to fade off slowly.
It didn't seem to be turning into water, but it was misting out bit by bit. He glanced at the entire group and what they seemed to have accomplished something extraordinary this night. He sure had questions, but the reason he was currently alive was because they were here so he kept quiet for now.
After a while, the ice completely disappeared into mist and they dragged the assassins together, opening their masks. Hance exhaled, it was a he'd expected. Three of them were recognized members of his council.
"How do we deal with this?" Hance said. "How do I explain this to the public, that three members of my own pack want me dead?" he said. He stared at Dust's unconscious face. "Even Dust," he muttered. "What would they gain from killing me now?" He asked.
"Chaos, " Richard grumbled as they stood in front of the dead bodies. The chaos they'd caused had barely disturbed anyone, due to the structures of the building being lined with sound proof items. Wolves naturally pick up faint sounds and, leaving in normal houses, even the council, they subconsciously suppress their abilities. It would be easy to get a billion voices speaking at the same time in your ears. It also helped though that the building contained very few people. Hance's Royal council was actually present; they seemed to have taken another floor and left him to a floor of his own.
They wanted to kill him, doing it away from them was the best way to do it. "What kind of chaos?" He asked.
"The Oracle," Avalors grumbled this time.
Hance was frustrated. Why were they speaking just two and one words? He was about to speak a little more assertively when he discovered that the entire team was actually thinking. They were all focused on the next plan. They'd moved on from the fact that he was almost murdered to thinking about what to do next.
Melissa, the Luna of Dunham, the lady who had thrown everyone off their feet, and almost brought the entire building down with a wave of her hand, spoke. "I think we should bring them with us to the palace and just imprison them in the dungeons for a while," she said.
"The dungeons are unused, no one has been down there for decades," Avalors said. "A solid plan," he concluded.
Hance watched as they rallied on the unconscious body of the vampire.
"Just to be sure, we could inject them with a little bit of holy water," Richard chuckled at his own joke and the court joined in, except Hance who just stood, confused.
"And also," Beatrice spoke. "What do we do about him?" She asked, pointing to Hance.
"He is coming with us for sure," Melissa answered.
"And if I don't want to?" He asked.
"You get kidnapped then, " she replied offhandedly.
Hance looked at Arya, his Beta and she gestured that it was okay to follow them. He exhaled, completely confused about the whole matter, but he was happy about one little fact, that he decided to ally himself with the Luna of Dunham herself. He was certain now that he'd made no mistake. She was everything he hoped she would be and more.
The court rounded everyone on the scene up and gestured him to come forward to join them. He and Arya obeyed and they held hands. While Richard; the demon wolf, just stood in the middle with his eyes closed.
"Are you sure you can lift this weight?" Melissa asked him.
Richard just snickered and darkness consumed them. Hance felt as if he had been thrown into deep space and then he descended suddenly, hot air and cold air rushing into him the entire time.
By the time he would open his eyes, he was already on land and was in a room. Obviously a female’s room. It was neatly arranged and a bit monotoned. The walls only had black and white paints on them, but the colour of the room came from the series of art painting portraits attached to the walls. He exhaled and then sat down on the person's bed, his head bowed.
He felt the hand of Arya on his back just patting him a bit. It was still comforting that she was around. With her around, things seemed a bit hopeful. Other than the fact that they were mates and she emotionally helped him stay stable, she was actually very smart and has helped him on series of occasions. When they'd met, he'd wanted to shield her from this life of politics, but she showed him that she was stronger than he was and knew how to play the game better, so he'd announced her as his beta.
At last the court entered with the woman that had frozen an entire room over making complaints. "Why is it my room? It will get disarranged," she said.
"Whose room would it be?"
"We can throw them in the dungeons," she said as they clicked the door open and entered. "Hey,” she greeted them. “Make yourself at home." She smiled ear to ear, the fakest smile Hance had ever seen.
The four of them walked into the room and chose different corners of the room. The queen sat down on a chair, while the demon wolf stood, leaning on the wall with his hands folded. The one they call Avalors sat on the table behind the Luna, just looking at them with old experienced eyes, like he could see right into their souls. The ice woman stood at the door, her hands folded, her demeanour exactly like that of the demon wolf.
"So, Hance," Melissa began. "Tell us everything you know about the Oracle.”