She led me to him (Werewolf story)

Chapter 136: Daughter of the Lycan Clan

Previously

Red Crescent Pack prepared themselves for war.

The rogues were at their door, asking for Serah.

A mysterious man gave a 7 days countdown as Serah and Jay consumed their bond.

As everyone took their station, for this war, Serah planned and escape with Olsen.

As Olsen is most probably the one who gave the enemy a new found technology against their species: The Werewolves.

Olsen is from the royal family of hunters based in Europe.

Serah was escorted by a small team led by Kamil, she had to deceive.

But because of a misunderstanding between Olsen and Serah, Kamil caught on their real intention, and called for Jay.

Jay pushed past his bodily limits to get to them, in vain.

He simply broke his body, thankfully a team got everyone back from Serah's place which she was last seen in.

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JAY POV

Chapter 135: ending

"It's an emergency, Serah's house..."

It took all my strength to talk and everything blurred.
Until it went black.

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Jay POV

In between light and darkness, each time I would force myself to open those damn eyelids, they would automatically fall back,
as if weighing the unknown mass of this universe.
Or the unknown weight of this defeat.

I was laying in a blackhole, the light fading by the second, hope as well.

The voices were faint, but the vibration alerted the core of my atoms. I tried to give most of my knowledge on the situation but I was a dead man who could from time to time open his eyes.

Only shadows showed, moving, uneven, and getting louder.
An irking and high ringing sound put me to sleep...

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A ceiling, mine.

I tried pulling myself up but nothing but pain met me.
My spin was crushed under my weight and I could sense each of my muscles fibers and none of them were connected.

Even my eyelids struggled to stay open, was it pain or fatigue, it was hard to distinguish.

The door opened and my neck didn't have enough motion range for me to see, but thankfully my nose was still intact.

I tried to call out the intruder but my throat wasn't letting my voice out.

It was a serious drought in there.

"Don't try."

The woman came in handing me the glass, which I couldn't take so she had to press her fingers on my skin and Volker did hate with all his might but I couldn't sense for some reason.

Only his will.

The moment the cold of the glass met my lips, I was ready to refuse the liquid but I didn't even have the strength to refuse it.

It wasn't water.

Before I could state my disagreement, the weight on my eyes were unbearable and darkness swallowed me against my will.

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Indistinguishable words, flying from right to left, the moment I thought I could get a hold on the conversation the sound would travel elsewhere.