Glenda

Glenda
Chase froze.
He took a minute to stare at Kiara. It never crossed his mind that he needed to prepare a plan prior to the event. All he knew was he needed to go in there and save his people.
The same people he had no clue if they were alive or dead.
Beside him, Damon shook his head. “What do we need a plan for?” he asked. “We don’t need to plan anything. We are all very powerful. All we need to do is go there and fight.”
His reasoning made a bit of sense to Chase. This was his packhouse anyway. He knew every nook and cranny of the place, and if he was the one in charge, he knew exactly where to hide the werewolves.
And that would be the dungeon.
There were two layers of dungeons: one for holding normal prisoners and then the one beneath that was to hold a large number of people. It wasn’t always a dungeon. This was an old building that he never renovated. All he did was change the painting.
The dungeon he was referring to used to be an arena until the practice of making people fight to their deaths, mainly for entertainment purposes and for gambling, stopped a few years ago. The place was sealed and then used to keep a large number of people.
In hindsight, he realized why they needed a big arena to hold a large number of people. It wasn’t that it was just a dungeon — it was possibly a dungeon to hold vampires. It was underground anyway, saving them from the sun.
Chase shook his head.
All that he was suffering now was both his fault and the fault of the ancestors. If they never treated vampires and witches so cruelly, then they wouldn’t see any need to take revenge on them.
“I love your confidence, but it’s best to know that we are just three, and we will be dealing with a large number of vampires,” Kiara reminded them.
“We don’t need to go head to head with all of them,” Chase suddenly remembered. “I know where the werewolves are being kept, and I know where we can go so as to take them. We can easily release them surreptitiously.”
He turned around, as if heading back in the direction they were coming from. Damon and Kiara followed. This was his house and not theirs. If he believed there was a way, they had no choice but to follow suit.
As they crouched down, still walking so as not to be seen by the vampires keeping watch, they made their way to the back under the guidance of Chase.
“We have to talk about something very serious,” Damon brought up.
They had arrived at the entrance to the back — the secret room Chase was leading them through. However, at the moment they were staring at a wall made of bricks.
However, Chase knew just how to navigate this, but he had to recall the brick to move first. It had been a while. Being the ruler, there wasn’t any need to take these hidden paths.
“Why can you not stay quiet for a minute?” Chase scolded.
“It’s actually something important.” His voice was preventing him from focusing. He had no choice but to turn his head to Damon.
“What is it?”
“When you get these people, where are you taking them to?”
For the second time, Chase froze.
“I remember that you were told not to return. Where do you intend to take them to?”
Chase had made this journey, and he had completely forgotten about that tiny but rather important part.
From behind him, Kiara spoke up. “What do you mean?” she asked. “So because he was told not to return, he should just obey?”
“I mean, he was told by the leaders not to return,” Damon said.
“And he should just obey?” Kiara snapped at him before turning to Chase and patting his shoulder. “When we return, if they have anything they want to say to you, then just leave them to me. I’ll handle it. Especially Dali.”
To tell the truth, Chase had no idea how he felt about that. He was still unable to shake off the fact that this girl had died from his strike, that he knew how warm her blood felt.
And she was here, offering her kindness and protection as if she was unaware that he was the reason she almost lost her life.
He wanted to be forgiven, but faced with forgiveness, he completely forgot how to act.
Was this the effect of being forgiven?
This burning guilt?
Perhaps the guilt could stem from the fact that he never actually apologized to her. All he did was acknowledge what he had done, but the words of apology never left his mouth.
How did he forget?
Was it his pride at work?
Was he above saying sorry?
Was sorry what Dali needed from him?
All he had to do was apologize.
He turned his gaze back to the wall. He caught sight of one brick in particular and then pulled it out. So many bricks fell from that one brick, revealing an entrance they could easily just pass through. It was wide enough that Damon and Chase could go through at once.
It was shocking that the noise of the falling bricks did not attract the attention of the vampires. But it was a good thing anyway. They walked through the dark tunnel. The lights hanging from the ceiling were dirty and faint, but it was enough to illuminate their path.
Chase took the left and led them through to the arena. It wasn’t quite a distance from the entrance. And thinking about it, it would surely be short enough for the people he was going to save to easily run through.
As they kept going forward, Chase suddenly stopped walking. He held up his fist, stopping his subordinates from walking as well, and they obeyed.
Round that corner, a few feet away, he could see the door to the arena. And the door was guarded by three vampires. He glanced behind him.
“Dear Hybrid, do you want to take the lead?”
Kiara peered forward and saw the guards standing by the wooden door. “I can’t kill them, remember?”
“Just beat them up,” Damon said. “And you’re not just a healer — you’re also a witch.”
That could work.
Her eyes suddenly turned blood red and she dashed like a gust of wind. It happened so fast, even Damon couldn’t catch it. And when he saw her again, the guards were laying on the ground. Unconscious. But not dead.
She didn’t return to them. She stopped by the door, waiting for them.
They joined her, and Damon took it upon himself to crouch down and pluck the hearts of the vampires out.
Chase watched. He understood the need for doing that, but he still thought it was pointless.
They pushed the door open when Damon finished with his kill.
Inside the arena, the werewolves were present.
However, the large number of werewolves weren’t the only ones there.
“My dear Alpha.” A vile smile spread across her face. “Did you return because you missed me?” Glenda’s eyes flashed with something inhumane.