Chapter 47 The prophecy
The Prophecy
Damon’s POV
Two days Later,
It had been two days since the attack on my pack.
Two days after I found Milo in the middle of the forest, his body was covered in blood.
And for that same two days I have watched him lay motionless on the bed, barely breathing, barely breathing except for the rise and fall of his chest.
After bringing him back to the pack. The healers had tried all they could but they have not been able to revive him back. And for the past two days, he has been in a coma. I clenched my fist so hard I could feel my nails digging into my palms.
Death was not enough for the two fools that had dared to attack my pack. Even though they were dead and their army destroyed but that did nothing to seethe my anger, if not it aggravated it the more.
I wanted to peel out their skin while they watched and feed it to them alive.
It's because of them, Milo lay motionless on the bed behind me, his whole body bound by different wires, and small runic stones Daphne said would be a great help to him. They pulsed faintly with ancient magic, but all to no avail.
And the worst part was that I couldn't even come close to him without his wolf growling and clawing at me not to touch him.
It frustrated the living daylights out of me, but I couldn’t really blame him. He is just trying to protect Milo.
I clenched my jaw, hands fisting at my sides as I stood in the center of my room. My wolf, dax, continues to growl and grumble in my chest, pacing restlessly beneath my skin. Wallowing in guilt and frustration. It took all my will power to keep him from coming out. Cause I know what would happen if he finally comes out. Destroying the whole room would be the least of things he would do if I let him out.
I couldn’t help it, so I stepped closer to him. Admiring how peaceful he looked. His pale skin had turned even paler, his lips cracked, and his chest barely rising and falling.
He looked like he was in a peaceful sleep but I knew better.
I reached out to touch his cheeks, but a deep feral growl rippled through the room, freezing me in my tracks.
It was not mine.
It came from inside him.
Even unconscious, his wolf didn’t trust me anymore.
My heart sank for no reason. But before I could think about it.
The door creaked open behind me. And Daphne walked in.
“Alpha!”
Her voice snapped me from my thoughts. She was holding a pile of old worn out books in her hands, before dropping it on the table with a thud.
I could smell the exhaustion from miles away, but yet, she was still searching.
“Well?” I asked, my voice coming out harsher than intended.
“Nothing yet, I don’t know when or if he will wake up.” Her voice was soft and frustrated.
“Why not?” I rasped, flaring my hands. “What are you not doing right? I have the best medicine in the world. Are you telling me the healers can't wake him up?”
She hesitated, glancing at Milo’s motionless form, defeat written all over her face.
“The problem is not from the healer's Damon… It's from him.”
Her words hitted me hard.
“What do you mean?”
“He’s hiding, Damon,” she whispered, her eyes filled with confusion. “i have never encountered this before. He had buried himself so deep in his mind that his body is awake, but his mind…his mind is still reluctant to wake.”
“This is ridiculous and full of crap”
You told me he was in the arena. Maybe he saw what he did. And knowing Milo, he is too scared to face what he did.” Daphne explained, “it's like he is terrified of himself.”
I sighed, a deep heavy sigh filled with regret.
“I did this to him” The words burned like acid in my mouth, “I should have told him what happened in the arena, I kept him in the dark until now.”
“You did what you did, to protect him,” she cut in gently. “You didn’t know any of this would happen.”
I turned to her then, eyes narrowing. “What is your result? Concerning the research I told you to do previously. Did you find anything new…”
“Noo Damon. Everything I have come across still traces back to that one prophecy…”
“That's bullshit” I snapped at her, my eyes flashing red for a moment. But like usual she didn't flinch as much as flinch.
“Don't run away from fate, Damon.” She snapped back, her eyes looking straight at me.
She unscrolled a parchment she was holding, it was filled with strange symbols and signs only she could understand.
daphne was or if not the only surviving line of the scribe wolf clan. A group of wolves that can interpret the language of the goddess.
The prophecies.
She was the one that brought this whole prophecy as a solution to cure my curse. And she was the only person that knew that despite my powerful abilities and tough exterior, inside I was battling with a brokened wolf. A double edged sword. And because of her, I had accepted Milo Fathers proposal to give me his daughter in exchange for the huge favor I have done for him.
According to her, the only solution to my curse was to mate with a pure female alpha breed. Accordingly her alpha essence would soothe my brokened wolf…such bullshit. I couldn’t believe I had fallen for loads of crap.
“Let's not forget your so-called fate and prophecy, lied to you at first.” I challenged her.
“That was probably a misinterpretation on my part. I didn’t know he was a twin. They hid him so well.” Daphne defended herself.
That night when I had found out he was a boy, I had almost burnt down her secret library to the ground in anger.
Daphne’s voice dropped to a reverent whisper:
> “From ash and anguish shall he rise,
A boy in flesh, a beast in truth.
An omega born to burn the sky,
To end the chains… >
“Stop this madness, woman.” I growled, punching the nearest wall in anger.
“I have a meeting to attend” I announced after she shut up. But the peace didn't last for long…
“I know what he is…” her words stopped me. My hands hovered on the door handle.
“It fits well… he is an Ashbourne Omega. Born once every thousand years. A rare but special creation from the goddess herself.” She stopped, but her eyes said otherwise.
“Spit it all out.” I growled, mistakenly breaking the door handle. I hadn’t realised I was clutching it a little too hard.
“in the oldest book I have. Ashbourne was only recorded once. And only with one word…. Destruction.”
“Destruction…” I muttered absent-mindedly.
“He is not necessarily dangerous. The Ashbourne doesn’t bring ruin unless he needs someone to anchor him. To…”
Her words faded off. My surroundings blurred.
All I could see was the monster in the forest covered in blood. The way golden light and unimaginable power surged through his body. I could never forget its emotionless eyes that were like the darkest pit of hell.
And worst of it all, was the twisted and mangled bodies all around him. It was like something I have ever seen. and to think that it was caused by the weak omega lying on my bed.
For some reason I had not told anyone about it. Even Daphne. I had sworn the four warriors to secrecy and I planned to make sure it remained that way.
I might know how to bring him back.” She said softly, but her eyes shone intensely.
“Noo” cold dread spread through my body. I know that looks so well…
“You will have to give him your blood!!”