novelxo Chapter Chapter forty
As Agamemnon strides towards his brother with an inexpressive gaze, as if he had no soul, his words are imbued with the resentment accumulated over the years. "You're nothing but a helpless wretch now, Pyrrhus. From now on, I will put an end to the curse that has struck our family since your arrival in this world."
Pyrrhus sighs in exasperation. For years, he had harbored hatred for Agamemnon, whom he considered his father's perfect son. Instead, he felt he had received nothing but contempt from his family, which had driven him to take by force what was rightfully his.
"I should have been the rightful Sith Alpha. That title belonged to me, just as it did to Flavia. I should have been your leader, and you should have been my servant." With a sadistic air, he continued, "I led your beloved Flavia to her death and I have no regrets, seeing you suffer was my reward, for stealing from you what was rightfully mine."
"A ruthless, cruel wolf like you would be the ruin of the pack our ancestors had so painstakingly built, and as for Flavia, I'll avenge her misfortune."
Pyrrhus, with a sadistic smile, closed his eyes as if witnessing his own demise. The sound of a sword being drawn rang in his ears. He who had often defied death never thought he'd ever fear it. Swallowing saliva in anticipation of the cut, he felt the weight of fate fall upon him.
Agamemnon brandished his sword, placing himself in front of his brother. In one fatal movement, he separated Pyrrhus' head from his body, which rolled to the ground. Agamemnon raised his eyes to heaven, sighing as if relieved of an unbearable burden.
"My beloved Flavia, I swore to protect you the day you gave yourself to me, and I didn't keep my word. Since your death, I've been tormented, and our daughter is the pillar that keeps me from breaking down. Whole nights I've wished I could take my own life to find you, but at the thought of our daughter, I hold back this dark feeling. Yet I feel peace in my heart at the end of the executioner who took your life". Agamemnon lowered his eyes, turned his back on the limp body of his brother and walked away towards the place where he had seen his daughter disappear.
In the tent, Bastían smiles at Metis as he rises from the stretcher. Then he got up and walked out.
"Now I want to see Ajax and Psyché. Where are my children?" asked Freya, staring at Crono with her dazzling eyes.
A listless expression dominated Crono's face, and his troubled gaze reminded him of his family. He rose heavily from the stretcher, letting his feet touch the ground as he listened to a few words.
"They're with Grandma in a shelter, Mom. Nero is protecting them," Metis said with her small, crystalline eyes.
"Let's go and see them," said Crono, standing in front of Freya, he wanted to hug her, but now wasn't the time.
"You stay here. You need to finish recovering, I'm going to get my children," Freya shouted in a harsh voice.
"I'm already healed thanks to your friend. My wound hurts a little, nothing unbearable." He looked at his daughter as if in supplication: "Métis, will you allow me to carry you in my arms? The place is isolated." "Mom, can I go with him?" he asks, looking at his mom with wide eyes and a pout, "my feet hurt."
Ever since her sons' escape, Freya knew she couldn't deny him his right to be with his father. A heavy sigh escaped her lips before she said:
"If you want, he can carry you in his arms, my little puppy.
Metis remembered Boox and asked, her face frightened.
"What about Boox, do I have to go with Boox?"
"He's fine, puppy. His friends and Isis have everything under control," Freya said.
Crono approached the child and held out his hands, nervous and eager to take her in his arms. Métis looked at him tenderly and bent down, allowing him to take her. Her inner wolf drooled as she felt the warmth emanating from her puppy. Crono left the tent, closely followed by Freya. Together, they walked silently through the forest. Freya's heart was pounding with the hope of seeing her children and seeing for herself that they were all right.
Psyche had been crying for some time when she realized that her little sister was not with them. She was the first to see her parents, broke free from her grandmother's arms and ran to her mother, who was holding her tenderly in her arms. "I was so afraid I wouldn't see Métis, Mommy and Daddy", the little girl pauses and pouts.
"My princess, Mummy didn't want anything to happen to them. Freya hugged her daughter again, feeling the calm return to her body.
Damara, seeing her son, rushed to take him in her arms. She was desperate not to see Metis with them, anguish consuming her. Seeing the child in good health, she felt her soul return to her body. Looking at the child with love, she said to him.
"He then looked at his son with regret and tears began to run down his cheeks. "Forgive me, my son, for not taking care of your daughter as you asked. I didn't see the moment when she and Boox disappeared. I feared the worst." "Grandma, don't cry. I only went to help Mr. Crono. Mom came to help him too." Metis looked at her mother, "Didn't she, Mom?"
Freya nodded as she took Ajax, who was standing against her right leg, in her free hand.
Damara thanked him with a smile. He was glad she was back, fervently hoping that things between his son and Freya would work out for the sake of his grandchildren. Meanwhile, Freya was feeling uneasy, but an idea crossed her mind and she asked:
"Where's Palas?
At that moment, Crono realized he'd forgotten all about her since the appearance of his children. With a cold look, he placed Metis in her mother's arms and said in a loud voice.
"I'll get Palas. Go back to the manor, Freya, don't disappear with my children. We have a lot to clear up." He turned his back and set off in search of Palas. With Pyrrhus' words echoing in his head, he knew this woman had something to do with him. He wanted to seek her out and torture her into revealing the truth. Dionysius had found nothing of Lea or Pallas, as if they'd never existed. He also looked for his cousin Eris, but she had disappeared from their region. He suspected they might be in the Kelpie region.
Leaving the tent, Bastian looked around the herd for Isis, but couldn't find her. A thought was running through his head. "This Isis was linked to the mysterious woman who visits me at night. Anxiety gnawed at him as he wandered around, observing the devastation: the wounded, the dead wolves and the few surviving Kelpies being dragged off to the dungeons. Seeing a few Oscos, his inability to communicate with them frustrated him at not being able to ask them about their leader. Resigned, he joined Dionysius to give orders and start putting the pack back in order.