She Belongs To The Devil

King Conall was sitting on his own throne in the presence of the elders of the Siccaldi clan, Wulfric, Nigel, and Fenris. As Adeline had asked, Nigel had informed the King about the vampires plotting a war against Wyverndale.

And all of them were having a meeting to discuss their course of action.

"So our archenemies are going to make their presence known?" one of the elders summarized what the alpha said to them.

King Conall nodded his head and sighed, "Yes. From what Nigel told me, it looks like they are going to let Wyverndale know of their true terror."

"Hmm…" the elder rubbed his chin and went into deep thought.

Everyone else in the room was also baffled by what they heard. If the vampires were to attack Wyverndale, and if they were to use their vampires in the battle, then there was no way that Wyverndale would come out as the winner of the war.

And if Mihir was to win the war then it wouldn't take any time for those vampires to attack Aberdeen as well as the other Kingdoms of the continent.

As everyone went quiet, King Conall took the liberty to speak again, "Nigel here suggested that we also participate in that war, not as regular humans but as the werewolves. I have already gone through the possible courses that we can take in this war, and none of it gives the favorable outcome than forgoing our secret."

There was an instant commotion in the throne hall when the King said that they were going to let the world know about their dear secret.

"How can we give up on our secret when we have protected it by keeping our lives in line and also by taking countless lives?" one of the elders instantly protested that mad idea of the King.

And another one also agreed, "Yes. The war is coming for Wyverndale, not for Aberdeen. So why is it us who have to sacrifice? We can send some forces if we must support Wyverndale, there is no need to send our werewolves in the middle of the slaughter."

"I was also thinking the same." Another elder with white hair and a heavy voice showed his concern, "How can we send our werewolves where humans are going to drop dead left and right? All of our wolves will go into a frenzy. We don't want our werewolves to turn into Ravagers now, do we?"

Nigel was trying really hard not to lose his mind when the elders were being so inconsiderate about helping Wyverndale when he was sitting right there with all of them.

He cleared his throat and countered them in a calm voice, "I wouldn't have suggested sending our werewolves to the battle if there was such a danger in the first place. I know how hard it is to control our urges when we can smell the human blood."

"So why did you suggest it, Nigel?" One of the elders chuckled and spoke in a taunting voice, "I am sure that there won't be any war without bloodshed."

Nigel held his anger and revealed, "According to the information that I got, one of my brothers has successfully infiltrated the enemy by posing as a supporter of their cause. And I can ask him to trick them into separating the human soldiers from vampire soldiers. If we can make that happen then the werewolves can freely fight with the vampires."

"If…" that elder emphasized that word and went quiet.

None of the elders were convinced with the idea of risking their lives when it wasn't even clear how many vampires would be in the battle and if they would be attacking separately.

King Conall sighed and then said to everyone, "Why don't we do this? As we do not have sufficient information about this war, let's stop the discussion for now. But let's not forget that if the war comes to Wyverndale then it is only a matter of time that it will also come to Aberdeen."

"So when we have sufficient information regarding this war, we will discuss this matter again." The King ran his gaze at everyone present in the room and ordered, "In the meantime, I want us to be ready for the worse. I want all the werewolves to focus on their training so that if we have to participate in the war, all of us will be well prepared."

The elders didn't object to this order of the King. All of them knew that being prepared was always better than running in blind if things boiled down to joining the said war.

After the meeting was over, everyone dispersed except the Royals.

For Fenris, sitting in meetings like this was a very new experience. Though he had not turned into his werewolf form yet, it was already apparent to everyone that he would turn soon. Thus, he was allowed to take part in the meetings involving the matters of the werewolves.

But if it was up to him, he would love to be excluded from such meetings. He was so used to being an outcast that when he was suddenly pulled into the werewolf business, he was having a hard time adjusting.

This was the first time Wulfric was hearing about the war so he asked Nigel, "So, when did you receive a letter from Wyverndale? How come I didn't know about this beforehand?"

Nigel avoided the eye contact and nodded, "I received the letter about a week ago. I didn't want the news about the vampire to spread around when I didn't even know if they were real." He glanced at King Conall and said, "So I just talked with His Majesty."

"So they are real…" Wulfric muttered to himself as his pupils dilated. The newer generation of the werewolves had never encountered a vampire so none of them believed that they were real. They all thought that vampires were just a myth and nothing more.

King Conall then spoke as he restlessly tapped his feet on the floor, "No matter what the elders are saying right now, I personally believe that we will have to help out Wyverndale. So, I want all three of you to train even harder."

"All three?" Fenris raised his brows and asked in a panic.

The King firmly replied to Fenris, "Yes, all three." And he continued in a bit of a softer tone, "Don't worry, I won't send you to the battlefield when you have not even turned yet. But there is no harm in trying to catch up with your brothers."

"I will try my best," Fenris smiled at his father who had started to talk nicely with him ever since his eyes started to turn amber.

This was another thing that Fenris was having a hard time adjusting to. He was so used to hearing his father's harsh tone that the softer voice made him feel like puking.

But there were other things that he liked. He could feel his strength increasing day by day. And rather than watching his brothers training, he could join them in the training.

"Okay, all of you are also dismissed for now," King Conall said as he got up from his throne.