BloodMoon: Captivated by the Forbidden Lycan Alpha
Chapter 157: A VEIL IN THE SHADOWS

Chapter 157: A VEIL IN THE SHADOWS

"In saving a life, we renew hope within lost souls."}

Ma’s voice rang out, sharp and cold, and a wave of relief washed over me at the sound. I turned to her, seeing her silhouette framed by the dim light. She took in the sight of Dante’s unconscious form without a word, her sharp eyes flicking from him to me. Then she kneeled beside him, her movements swift and efficient, like she’d done this a thousand times before.

"I sensed he was in danger; that is why I rushed over," she said, her tone a mixture of annoyance and concern, but there was no judgment in it. I didn’t have the energy to argue. I just nodded, my throat tight with the weight of everything.

Her hands moved over Dante’s side, examining the wound. Her fingers worked quickly, but there was a trace of worry on her face that I couldn’t ignore. He’s losing too much blood," she said, her voice low but urgent. "We don’t have much time. We need to move"

I nodded again, swallowing back the lump in my throat. There was no room for hesitation. "This is Rolan. I shall explain later."

Sierra didn’t hesitate, her hands already tearing strips of cloth from her cloak and binding them to the wound. She worked with the precision of someone who had seen too many lives slip away, too many times. I could almost feel her impatience, the way she forced her emotions aside to focus on saving him. Once she had stabilized the wound as best as she could, she turned to me. Her gaze was steely, determined. "We move. Now."

I didn’t need to be told twice. I helped her lift Dante’s limp form, feeling the weight of his body as though he was a dead man already, and then handed him to Rolan.

"Stay close. Someone is waiting for us" Ma announced her presence almost a constant comfort despite the danger surrounding us. As we walked, I felt something shift in the air, like an invisible weight pressing down, folding the very shadows around us. Her hands, as they brushed through the air, were weaving something; no, it wasn’t just a movement, it was something more. A shift, a subtle change in the fabric of reality.

"Freyr," she spoke without looking at me, her voice low, almost whispering as though the woods themselves could hear her. "Don’t break the veil."

I nodded, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up as the shadows thickened around us. I didn’t fully understand what she was doing, but I could feel a subtle shifting in the darkness, like the world was wrapping itself around us, hiding us from prying eyes. It was like Ma was pulling the forest itself over us, a cloak woven from the very shadows, a veil that made us nearly invisible. I could barely make out the outline of Rolan ahead of us, but the trees, the wind, the whispers of nature everything seemed muted, as if we were no longer in the world we’d just left behind.

The silence was oppressive, and every step felt like we were walking deeper into a forgotten realm. My mind kept drifting back to Dante. The wound on his side was severe, and despite everything Ma had done, I couldn’t shake the fear that we were running out of time. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, we reached the edge of a clearing.

There was a house, nestled between the towering trees, its silhouette dark against the muted sky. It was old, weathered, the kind of house that carried centuries in its bones. The walls were covered in ivy, twisting and crawling up the sides like the very life of the forest itself had claimed it. But what struck me most was the feeling it gave off a sense of haunting familiarity.

Rolan stepped forward, his eyes scanning the surroundings as if waiting for a trap to spring. But it was Sierra who spoke, her voice softer now, though no less commanding. "We’re safe here. For now."

I blinked, still feeling the pull of the place. My eyes widened as the realization hit me like a physical blow. I turned to Ma, a thousand questions flooding my mind, but my voice faltered. "This... this is your family’s house?"

She met my gaze, her eyes shadowed with something I couldn’t quite read. "Yes," she said simply, her voice colder now, distant. "It was once. But it’s more than that now. This house holds more than just bloodline."

Rolan had already moved to the door, his hands resting on the old wood as he pushed it open with ease. The hinges groaned in protest, but they were strong, still functional, still defiant of age. I followed behind him, my heart pounding harder now, unsure if it was the weight of the forest or the truth that I was walking into. The air inside was stale, thick with dust and the scent of old wood, but there was something else beneath it. A faint trace of something familiar, something ancient. As I stepped inside, my breath caught in my throat.

Ma spoke up, her presence steady, unyielding. "This house will keep us safe for no, and that will give me time to heal Dante and get him back on his feet. "

Rolan moved swiftly, already scanning the room, his eyes flicking over every shadow as if expecting something to jump out of it. He didn’t say anything, just set Dante down near the hearth, careful as he adjusted his weight. The sight of Dante, limp and pale, made something inside me twist. I could barely focus on anything else, but I knew we had to settle in, to make this place our temporary refuge.

Rolan, always practical, didn’t waste a moment. He knelt in front of the cold hearth, quickly gathering a pile of kindling and dried wood. His movements were precise and efficient, like a soldier preparing camp. I stood there watching, too restless to sit, my fingers twitching with the urge to do something, anything to help.

"Don’t just stand there," Rolan muttered as he struck his flint, the spark catching the dry tinder with a soft hiss. "Are there some blankets? We need to make him comfortable."

I nodded, though it felt like I was moving in a haze. My mind kept going back to Dante, to how pale he looked, how heavy his breathing was. I glanced over at Ma, who had already dropped to her knees beside him. Her hands, cool and practiced, hovered over his body as she took in the severity of his wound. The tension in her shoulders was almost palpable, but there was no hesitation in her movements.

I moved quickly to the back of the room, pulling out a few thick blankets from an old chest that smelled faintly of mothballs. I didn’t want to look at Dante, didn’t want to think about what might happen if we couldn’t save him, but I couldn’t help it. I wrapped the blankets around him as best I could, my hands trembling with the weight of my fear.

"Freyr," she finally said, her voice soft but steady, "you need to sit down. Let me work."

I opened my mouth to protest, but I couldn’t find the words. I simply nodded, sinking onto the floor beside her. Rolan glanced over briefly, his face impassive as always, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes.

Sierra didn’t waste time as she slit her hands and then allowed the blood to flow Dante’s wound, her fingers tracing the edges of the gash as if she were reading some ancient language only, she could understand. Her breath deepened, her expression serene yet focused, as though she was pushing everything else aside to channel whatever power she had left.

"Hold him steady," she murmured without looking up, her voice a command wrapped in quiet reassurance. "He’s going to be in pain. But it will pass."

I placed my hands on Dante’s shoulders, trying to keep him from shifting. His body was unnaturally cold, and I could feel the tension in every muscle as I continued to heal him. Dante’s body jerked beneath my hands as the healing took hold. His breath hitched, and for a moment, I thought it was too much for him, too much for me, but then his eyes fluttered open, glazed but alert. His gaze locked onto mine, and I could see the confusion, the fear there.

"Freyr..." he rasped, his voice barely more than a whisper.

I leaned closer, trying to mask the panic that rose in my throat. "I am here."

He nodded weakly, his breath shallow, his body trembling with the effort and his eyes locked on Ma and then love shone in them as his mouth hang open in surprise. Once she was done, the wound on Dante closed and Ma then closed the wound on her hand with magic.

Dante exhaled as he sat up and then pulled Ma into his hands and whispered, "I am glad you came. "

"How could I not? I heard your screams loud in our mind link and knew you were in danger. I sensed the evil creature’s attack. "

"You saved my life, Sierra Kayne. "Dante rubbed her back affectionately as Rolan and I watched with keen interest.

"I had to. I lost Dunco, and I was not ready to lose you, too. "Sierra hiccupped and finally burst out in heart-reaching sobs.

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