The Alpha King's Witch Bride
Chapter 118: _Welcome To Town

Chapter 118: _Welcome To Town

Marcellus’ POV

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He was prepared to see a few interesting things when he followed Kaelos and the other Alpha King council members into the Blood Oak Woods.

But what he didn’t expect was them to meet a town of humans and then get their support after almost being killed by their soldiers.

Marcellus had watched the scene of Kaelos shaking the hands of the human commander with disdain, silently clenching his jaw.

Peace was one thing he couldn’t let the Blood Oak pack or the rest of the packs of North America have. And since the Blood Oak pack was the residence of the Alpha King himself...

"I’ll have to make sure it descends into chaos without any hope." He remarked to himself after Kaelos and the others left him in the camp of the rogues.

He had told them he wanted to stay back and track Tonka’s footsteps, but even he knew that would be a dead end.

Tonka was an artificial hybrid working for the true Lord of the North and had the same youthful foolishness that once used to be present in Cullen.

Marcellus had always looked down on him, hence his reaction when Kaelos told him he was the rogue leader who escaped.

"The bastard most likely used some kind of teleportation magic to escape. There’s no hope of me finding any ’tracks’." Marcellus muttered to himself with a cold snigger as he slowly stood up from the last hints of Tonka’s footsteps, only a few meters away from the tree he had been flung against.

Marcellus scanned his gaze around the camp, his arms folded in front of his chest as he thought about something.

During his years as Kaelos’ Beta, he’s only seen him transform into his wolf form a few times. But each time... He was graced with the opportunity to see him in action.

Whether by decimating armies of humans, tearing down witches and their defenses, or sending shock waves of cataclysmic proportions with his howls... The Alpha King’s power was truly god-like.

If Kaelos had truly transformed into his wolf last night... Then how was Tonka able to escape without at least sustaining fatal injuries?

The small blood stain on the tree he was flung onto told Marcellus that he had only been given a small wound to the back of his head.

"Was Kaelos too focused on trying to protect Odessa or is something else at play here that I’m not aware of?" Marcellus thought to himself as he finally began walking away from the rogue camp.

He was done there anyway and ’investigating further’ wasn’t his real reason for staying back.

After a little more thought, Marcellus shook his head and decided to forget about Kaelos and Odessa. He had a few pests to attend to.

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Marcellus finally arrived at the outskirts of the human town that he, Kaelos, and the other members of the Alpha King Council had visited.

He had gone there on foot and taken his time and was quite glad at what he was seeing.

The human soldiers from earlier weren’t at the entrance, giving him free passage.

"Hm, why does the town seem empty?" Marcellus asked himself curiously as he stepped foot into the town and scanned his gaze around.

He expected to at least see cars moving around or annoying little human children running around and laughing, but he saw nothing of the sort.

Just then, his gaze went to a signboard at the entrance of the town that read: "St. Martin’s Memorial Town."

Underneath the town’s name was a small flier that read: "Currently attending the funeral ceremony of Annabelle Sylvester, daughter of commander Sylvester."

"Well, well, well... That was quick." Marcellus remarked, his lips curling up into a cold smirk as he navigated his way through the town.

He took his time, using his sense of smell and hearing to guide himself. If his guesses are correct, the town had a staggeringly low population of only about two hundred and fifty people.

That was far less than a quarter of the population in the Blood Oak pack.

"No matter. They’re still probably all gathered in one spot." He said to himself as he finally stopped in front of a large building, probably the largest in town.

A church.

This was where the funeral was being held, and a few cars were even parked outside, with a few people still trooping into the building.

One of the people was a mother and a young boy she carried in her arms.

"Excuse me." Marcellus raised his right hand, calling the attention of the woman and her son.

She turned around, raising an eyebrow as he climbed up the stairs into the building, a friendly smile on his face. When the woman saw his face, he noticed the mesmerization in her eyes and subconsciously smirked to himself.

"I wanted to ask if everyone in town is present for the funeral." He said, the smile still present on his face when he got in front of the woman.

He glanced at the little boy in her arms and was able to guess that he was around four or five. The little boy stared at Marcellus curiously, his attention mostly focused on his eyes.

"You must be a visitor." The woman observed with a Southern accent, wearing a smile on her face. "We rarely get visitors in these parts since the war. Anyway, yes, everyone in town is present. The commander’s daughter was a kind soul. It’s so sad that those beasts slaughtered her."

Marcellus nodded his understanding, adjusting his cufflinks before he spoke. "So sad indeed. Anyway, I’m only here for business, but I think I’ll attend. Funerals are always so... Thought-provoking."

The woman’s smile widened before she said. "Very well, stranger. Welcome to our town."

Suddenly, before she turned around and walked away, her son pointed at Marcellus and remarked. "Mommy, I like his eyes."

The woman and Marcellus both chuckled as she continued walking, but Marcellus laughed because of a thought that crossed his mind.

Wouldn’t it be ironic if the last thing the human urchin saw happened to be his eyes?

"Let’s find out," Marcellus remarked with a cold voice as he headed into the large church building.

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