She Who Got Rejected ✔️

Chapter 9.4

Present Day...

That is a part of his story, the story of Wirron, the man-wolf.

The Power Assembly thought there should be a better name to call his kind so inspired by his name, they came out with the term wirwolf, a term which after many years later transformed into werewolf.

Patuloy pa rin ang kwento ni Wirron Oleander.

Maraming epekto ang lycan syrup at isa rito ay ang mapahaba ang buhay ng mga taong taglay ito sa kanilang dugo.

However, it's good to remember, for powerful beings, time and desires are their enemies.

"I can smell a war brewing."

"Wars," saad ng isang lalaking kulay ginto ang mga mata, "Wars are brewing."

"What should we do about it?"

"Blood will flow. The Bone Field will receive sacrifices again. Vladoimir," Another person answered. The speaker's eyes narrowed at the man whose skin is as pale as moonlight, "Control your kind."

The man with pale skin known as Vladoimir sheepishly smiled, "I'll try."

"Keep them in line! The last time, they even sucked on the living!"

"They were dying." maiksing sagot ni Vladoimir.

"Some could have survived if your kind didn't empty their body of blood!"

Nagpagpag si Vladoimir ng imaginary alikabok, "'Wag kang magsayang ng oras sa mga bagay na walang kasiguraduhan. That's why you're growing a lot of gray hair."

"This is a serious matter!"

Vladoimir hissed showing his fangs, "Stop being a nagging ass! It's the werewolves' war in the first place, not mine." Inayos ni Vladoimir ang sarili. "Stressful old men." he absently muttered.

Tumayo ang lalaking may kakaibang mata, "Let them be. War is fun."

"When did you become so heartless, Wirron?"

Wirron hissed in sudden anger, "Where are their hearts when they kill and destroy my forests, my wildlife?"

Hindi nakasagot ang nagtanong sa kaniya.

Wirron continued, "Where are their hearts when they kill even their own kind? Humans or werewolves, they're no different! Even without war, they're already hurting and killing each other." Ngumisi si Wirron. "If that's what they want and what they can't seem to stop doing, we're going to help them set the battlefield." Mas lumaki ang ngisi nito. "Tutulungan natin silang magsakitan. Magpatayan."

"You should move on, Wirron."

"What?!" padabog at naguguluhang tanong ng unang taong lobo.

"Your mate died a long time ago. We can't help that your direct descendants are cursed too. You should move on."

Napatayo ang lahat ng nasa loob ng sikretong silid nang biglang sumugod si Wirron sa kasamahan.

The first werewolf looks as if he's going rogue.

Ngunit may humarang sa daan nito, isang presensya na mag-iisang taon na nang huli nilang nakita.

Wirron's claws stopped millimeter away from this newcomer's face.

"What's the matter, old friend?" tanong ng bagong dating kay Wirron Oleander.

The first werewolf growled at him. Galit siya rito. Of all existence, he hates him the most. Siya ang nagiging sagabal sa lahat ng gusto niyang gawin.

Why did they become friends again? Hindi na niya maalala at wala na siyang pakialam. 

Their friendship is now just a thing of a distant past.

Sneering, Wirron Oleander, the first werewolf sang, "Well, well, well. Long time no see, Council Leader."

"Even

Heroes

Turn

Into

Tyrants...

For power, too much power, corrupts."

– The Power Assembly