Chapter 27: Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Xavier's Pov

Back in the classroom, when the only light that came in through the huge window was the moonlight, The cold breeze made the old, torn curtain sway.

"Do you remember Raven Elsher?" Falkor teased me.

After visiting the grave of a nameless child with Raven, I never saw him again.

"You are legally bound to her; without me, you could not reach her." Falkor used her as a shield against me, playing the right card at the right time.

"Is Lucinda Hansley still alive?" I asked for confirmation.

"She died after giving both to Sansa," Falkor explained.

Falkor was completely honest. Raven's tears were genuine. When he was talking about how much pain Lucinda was in while giving birth to the child in a critical situation, I had the impression that Lucinda died after giving birth to a child who was born dead, and I saw a nameless child's grave next to hers.

"Let's strike a deal: protect me from everyone here, and I'll give you whatever you want." Falkor was upbeat about the deal he had just presented.

"I don't want her," I stated unequivocally.

"Are you certain?" Falkor inquired,

surprised that he had lost his bargain in exchange for his life.

"Yes, I don't care who she is or where she is," I said to put Falkor to the test.

After I let go of his chest, Falkor burst out laughing, rolling left and right.

"You should have reminded silent, it's written on your face. You're not very good at acting." More than the underworld, Falkor was also knowledgeable about the Oak Pack's traditions.

"Which oak would deny the claimant when it's bound by the pronouncement of wonder? The oaks kill to reclaim what is rightfully theirs." Falkor said with a grin that he knew I would not abandon those who belonged to me at any cost, and he was bargaining.

"My mission is to kill hunters like you who caused us pain and killed our families without hesitation; you called us monsters, but you are not worthy of being called a human," I said as I drew my sword close to his face.

"It's better to die than believe the Demonix clan. They are only suitable for their own species." Falkor forewarned me.

"But we share an enemy, hunters; have you forgotten what you've done to us? This is our day to exact every single vengeance." When I pressed my shoe against his chest, he groaned in pain.

"You were killing our innocent humans because your thirst for blood was driving you insane, and you have killed innocent children; have you forgotten that?" Falkor inquired.

"Vampires are bloodsuckers, not us. You should have known more about us."I teased him

"So, why do you support those who murdered innocent children in the name of werewolves? Who disseminated information about your species when they were the ones sucking human blood?" Falkor tried everything to sway my opinion, but he had a point. None of us had considered the point raised by Falkor.

"How could we have distinguished the monsters we had never seen before? We caught your kind without knowing the specifications because the word spread. Have you ever wondered who taught humans the term "werewolf" while we were unaware?" Falkor's words stayed with me.

I kept the sword away from him when I was listening to him.

"Who could be the enemy who spread the word to harm your kind?"

Falkor's target was vampires.

Who threw the spark, causing the entire city to burn? We never think of that in this situation and instead, run to save our lives.

The most important thing is to keep your loved ones safe. The war starter and the city burner are always kept hidden.

"You did not lose your loved one only because of humans; vampires are also to blame for the entire mess, starting the war, and now becoming your companion to get rid of us!" Falkor raised points that we had never considered.

Nobody ever thought about who started a war, but we all acted without questioning the other party's every move. This gave the vampires an advantage.

I was too late to stop the war; vampires used werewolves to their advantage even though they were the ones who started it all by killing humans and inciting them to turn on us. Werewolves and hunters were killing each other for the sake of vengeance.

"Do you still want to be stuck with vampires and kill hunters, or do you want to end the war and kill the vampires for your name to be on their dirty work?" Falkor had asked the most difficult question in the world.

"You're going to have to pay the price for your sin, and they're going to pay after you." I realized nobody was sincere.

"Kill me if you want, but I have a question. are you abandoning your bride?"

For a brief moment, I couldn't get the words out of my mouth; I couldn't make up my mind; I didn't want to abandon my pack; and I had no idea when there was no proof of her existence. What if he was telling the truth? That thought kept coming to mind.

Turning against the Demonix clan could have resulted in disaster.

Leaving Falkor alive could spell disaster for both of our clans. I was not about to betray the Demonix, with whom I had just shaken hands.

"You have no idea how long I have been waiting for you to give the good news," he said calmly.

I noticed his gaze slipping to the pistol, which was only a few feet away from us. He sat down, but I kicked him back up.

"Shut up."

I desperately wanted to kill him, and he was well aware of it. He was only one attack from death. I was the only one to decide.

"I am the key to your bride's door. If you don't want to claim her, I can do something about it. I can offer her to another pack because her beauty is undeniable, or I can sell her to the scientists for a high price, which would be beneficial to their experiment." Falkor was laughing,

and there was no fear in his eyes; he knew I could be his shield in the war, the most secure shield that no one could breach.

In a split second, I grabbed Falkor by the neck and lifted him into the air from the ground. When his legs were swinging like noodles, he was struggling to take a breath.

"Out there, hunters are dying like bees. I wouldn't mind setting the best example with your death." To him, my calm voice was poison.

Falkor was begging for mercy while hitting my hand with both hands to free his neck from my tight grip. He was rippling through the air. Helpless struggle.

"Let me give you an option: why don't you tell me where she is? because I knew she wouldn't be there when I last saw Raven. Or you'll keep your bad ideas to yourself and keep her safe until I come to claim her."

His red face, purple lips, and energy-less hands swinging in the air indicated that he was dying. I swung the sword with my right hand and stabbed the one who was about to attack from behind.

I turned my gaze to Max, who was attempting to kill Falkor with his sharp nails, the hunger for his blood visible in his eyes. Max's eyes were wide open, as he had not expected me to betray him. In pain, he shivered.