Chapter 105 Black mouth.

Chapter 105 Black mouth.

Sasha.

A week had passed since the incident with Brian, and I was back to thinking about what I had done.

Everything was going wrong.

Well, that was earlier.

Now, I sat in the room staring at the second letter from the anonymous person who promised to take out that flea for me.

‘Come to the Black Mouth by seven. Come alone.’

What was I going to do?

The letter was ominous for a lot of reasons.

I had a strong feeling something bad would happen if I decided to go to the Black Mouth. I had already heard a lot about the place.

It was infamous for dulling a wolf's abilities. If I went there, I would be no more than a measly human until I got out.

Was this a trap?

I let my head hang backwards, staring at the diamond ceiling.

Power wasn't easy to keep.

I had less than two hours to decide what I wanted to do.

Toss the letter in a bin,

Or sneak out of the clan.

My thoughts were already leaning heavily toward the latter option.

Why did I have to go alone?

But if you think about it, I really had no one else I could take with me. This was a personal fight.

If I could get Monroe out of the way, the rest should be easy.

I wondered if the curse in Zyle had kicked in.

What was the worst that could happen?

I got up from the bed and shrugged off my green lingerie.

I quickly wore my double-hooded black coat, put on a pair of thigh-length heeled boots, and sunglasses.

I looked suspicious already.

But that was fine. No one could question the Luna anyway.

I folded the letter and stuffed it in my pocket before heading out.

I rushed out of the front door, ignoring the looks from the servants and guards.

“I'll drive myself today,” I told the driver.

“But your…”

I shot him a glare.

He swallowed the rest of his words and moved aside.

I snatched the keys from him and hopped into the car.

Black Mouth… Black Mouth…

I'd never heard good things about that place. It was forbidden for wolves to go there, but like they say, desperate times called for desperate measures.

I sped towards the area on the GPS.

It took longer than expected. Rather than a visit, it felt more like a trip.

The sun was already going down and the sky darkening.

I kept thinking about the decision I was about to make over and over again. But not once did I try to turn back.

I was already far too gone to give up.

Her death was worth all the hassle.

Soon, I was in front of the Black Mouth.

It was exactly as its name described.

It was a big, round opening with a gate.

I looked around, trying to see if anyone followed me or if there was someone around, like a gateman or something.

But there was no one in sight.

I raised my hands to knock on the door, but then it creaked to life, slowly widening for me to enter.

The sight before me… was no sight at all.

The pitch-blackness was suffocating me already.

Was such a risk worth it? 

What if...what if I end up dying in a place like this? 

I thought for a long time, staring into the void that seemed to suck my soul. 

It was better if I tried anyway. I was here already. 

Whatever would happen...

As long as Monroe would be removed from my path...

Death was worth it.

I swallowed my fear and moved in.

The moment I was a few steps inside, the gate slammed shut.

I flinched and held my hands firmly before my chest.

I could already smell the regret.

I couldn't see anything here, not even my own hands.

I moved further into the tunnel, and suddenly, torches lit up.

With every step I took, the torches lit up.

What medieval vibe was this?

I moved along, letting the torches guide me.

I had walked for what seemed like an eternity before I was finally in front of another door.

Just like the gate, the door opened upon me approaching.

The palace was pitch black as well, and I began to wonder if there were torches in here too.

I stepped in and walked a few steps deeper before the door slammed shut.

I flinched again.

“You came,” a voice spoke in the darkness.

“I'd like to see who I'm talking to,” I demanded.

The moment I finished speaking, the whole place lit up.

Not the torches that led me here, but the sophisticated chandeliers of modern times.

Light bled from within the walls too, making me wonder how that was possible.

What a contrast.

A figure sat with his chair backing me.

“Who are you?” I asked, forcing my voice to sound less scared.

“Luna, Luna. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.”

How did he know I was Luna?

I walked a bit closer.

“Nope,” he said.

I stilled.

“Don't come closer.”

I swallowed and took a step back.

He slowly spun his seat around.

He took off the hoodie he had used to shield his long ears and the mask hiding his face.

I was shocked, speechless.

Never in my life as a wolf had I seen such magnificence.

He was pretty. He could pass off as an angel if a drunk person saw him.

But he hid something dangerous behind his purple pupils.

“I reckon you know who I am. Do you not?”

How would I not know of his kind?

The greatest enemy of the werewolf world.

The warlocks.