The Cold She-wolf

Chapter Ninety-seven: bait

Frost's POV

<Bro, there's a problem. Krystal is starting to recover her memory and is going insane. I don't know how to calm her down without you, help me. We are at Solo Meadow. Hurry!>

   That was what the text from Merlynn said. I was worried, really worried. My sister was in danger of running mad if she ever forced the spell on her head. You can't break free from a spell placed by Raquelia, the strongest being in this world, it's impossible.

   I grabbed a coat and winter boots and rushed down the stairs. Grandma was sitting in the main living room, discussing something with the female pack elders. Lunaria sat on the floor in a crisscross, eating from a bowl of soup and another bowl of dumplings. They all looked at me when I entered, my panic was clear in my face, my steps, and my smell. "Polar bear, what's wrong?" Grandma asked with concern.

   "Something came up with Merlynn, I'll be leaving first. I don't know when I will be back so please watch over the pack and tell Beta Dandy to drop the files on my desk when he's done," I said hurriedly, shoving my coat, my phone, and shoes into the polythene bag I found on the sofa.

   "What happened to—"

   "I'll explain when I get—" I paused, my ears twitching as my senses alerted me. I felt it a few seconds before Grandma did, and then they all started feeling it one after the other. Grandma gasped and rose to her feet, rushing out of the living room, Lunaria following behind her.

Dad was awake.

   I found him out cold on the floor, an empty vial in his hand. The test showed that it was an antidote to a deadly slow poison and they found traces of it in his blood. The antidote knocked him out because he had taken too much poison. He'd need seven more vials of antidote to cleanse his system thoroughly. I was still upset to learn that he had been poisoning himself. What was he thinking? I didn't even guess, nobody did. If he had died, what would I tell Krystal when she recovers her memory? I was angry and I didn't want to see him yet.

Krystal is more important anyway.

   Instead of running in the direction of his bedroom, I ran outside, ignoring the elders' calls. I shifted once I was outside, ripping my old clothes. Zilpher held the polythene bag between his teeth and took off. The location was an untouched land a bit far away from my pack. The land was untouched because it was a cursed land that drains the life force and energy of the occupant if they stay too long. It wasn't harmful for a passerby to hang out for an hour or two, well, up to six hours. But immediately after that, the inescapable drainage begins.

What were they doing there in the first place?

   It would usually take a normal alpha wolf an hour and a few minutes to run there in wolf form, but I got there after thirty-seven minutes. The place was as quiet and deserted as ever. There was no sign of Merlynn or Krystal. The land might be large, but it was just a vast green space with only a Dinizia excelsa in sight. There was no one.

   My vision blurred as a sharp pain shot through my mind. I groaned and bowed my head, my wolf whimpering from it. It had been a while since that bond was used, and it was like that because she didn't know who she was. "Don't panic," her voice echoed in my head, leaving me baffled. How is Krystal using this bond? "You can't see them because they are hidden by magic but you've walked into the middle of my enemies but play it cool and walk towards the tree. No matter what you do, make sure you remain under the tree's shade. Go now!"

   "Krystal?"

   "Yes, it's me. I'll explain everything later, run to the tree now!" Puzzled and dazed, I ran to the tree. I barely settled in before thick, red chains descended on me like sudden rain. The red chains wrapped around my body without hesitation, not giving me time to react or prevent it from happening. I instantly knew the chains were covered with my weakness. I wasn't vulnerable to silver but my weakness was a rare flower called dragon hebe.