Tamed by the Lycan Prince

33- LATE NIGHT CHAT

CHAPTER FIVE

-SEVERA-

It was the middle of night. Everyone in the house was asleep, except for me. For the past few days, a sense of unease had been building within me. I tried to brush it off as nerves for the upcoming semester or lingering fears from Boris's ominous warning at the park. But deep down, I knew his words had unsettled me more than I wanted to admit.

My phone buzzed. I took my phone from underneath my pillow and saw I had a text from Weldon. What could Weldon need at this hour of the night, I thought.

"Severa, are you awake?" the text read. "I need to talk."

"Yes," I responded. "What is it?"

"Meet me in the backyard."

I hesitated, glancing at the digital clock on my nightstand which read 2:15am. I typed back a quizzical, "It's late."

His response was immediate, "I know. But it's important."

A wave of anxiety washed over me. It wasn't like Weldon to be this mysterious. And yet, I found myself throwing off the covers and reaching for my warm hoodie.

I tiptoed out of my room, careful not to wake my parents or siblings. The floorboards creaked under my weight, but the constant hum of the old house covered my stealthy movements. I reached the back door and slipped out into the chill night air. The moon hung low, casting long shadows that made everything look distorted and strange.

Looking around, I noticed Weldon sitting on the old wooden fence that separated our family's property. His silhouette was etched against the moon-light, seeming somehow more mature. His broad shoulders sagged slightly as if bearing the weight of the world. I walked towards him, my heart pounding in my chest.

"Weldon?" I called out.

He turned, the moonlight catching his features. His eyes held a cryptic depth that I'd never noticed before. He forced a smile, which didn't quite reach his eyes. "Severa," Weldon acknowledged. "Sorry to pull you out here in the middle of the night."

I climbed over the fence to join him. "What's wrong, Weldon?" I asked.

"It's Boris," he began. "He...He hurt Wilhelmina."

My heart dropped. "What?" I exclaimed, louder than I intended, and immediately lowered my voice. "What happened? Is she okay?"

Weldon's forehead creased in worry, his hands clenched into tight fists. "It happened at the pack mansion a few days ago. During a training session with the sentinels, Dermon pulled me aside and brought me to the Beta's suite..." His voice trailed off, and he looked into the distance, his eyes glazed with a mixture of worry and anger. "Boris...Boris tried to forcefully mark and mate with Wilhelmina. If not for Dermon being at the pack mansion, who knows what would have happened."

"He didn't..." I whispered, my stomach rolling in disgust.

Weldon's jaw clenched tightly. "He did," he confirmed with a chilling calmness, his voice icy with anger. "And he would've succeeded if Dermon hadn't intervened. Boris has always been obsessed with my sister, but I never thought he'd go this far. He's always been a brute, but...this," Weldon swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing harshly. "This is unforgivable."

"We can't let him get away with this," I muttered under my breath, my hands curling into fists.

"There isn't much we can go." Weldon turned to me, his eyes filled with an icy rage that mirrored my own, "But I am going to challenge Boris for the position of Alpha."

I choked back a gasp. The thought of Weldon challenging Boris was both thrilling and terrifying. Boris was known for his savagery and bloodlust, but I knew Weldon was not a wolf to be underestimated. "You're going to... fight him?" I asked hesitantly.

"It's that or," he paused, "My mother had the idea of searching for Wilhelmina's true mate. She said something about your mother, Mrs. Parella being from a long line of Oracles in her country and something about assisting others in finding their destined mates." Weldon's voice trailed off, his gaze unfocusing as he considered the options.

"My mom," I mumbled. My mom had told me stories of her lineage, of the women who had the sight, who could see the invisible thread that tied two souls together. "She can help, but it's not foolproof. And there's no guarantee that Wilhelmina's mate will be strong enough to stand against Boris," I pointed out, my voice barely a whisper.

"True," Weldon nodded gravely, "But it's worth a try. Anything is better than letting Boris have his way."

We sat in silence for a few moments, the gravity of the situation heavy between us. The echo of our words seemed to hang in the air like a lingering fog, wrapping around us and making every breath feel thick with the weight of our decisions.