Third Person POV
Edmund found himself stumbling through the forest, his leg being caught a few times leaving him frustrated as he shock away the stem. He was in a hurry. The air seemed to get tighter as he got closer to the castle and he knew soon enough a warrior would find him. He was ready for confrontation but he needed to find Cliff.
His heart seemed to etch with worry for Megan, feeling hopeless in the world of magic. Everything is always so risky. He couldn’t get through the barrier and that barrier felt larger than it actually was. Edmund knew this woman who claims to be her mother was keeping him from his girlfriend… his mate.
This made him aggressive. Angry. Hopeless.
He just wanted to reach out and save her from her destructive life. She just wanted a home. A family. And he knew that she had that with him.
He wished they’d never have gone to Raymon. Raymon enjoyed being on the winning side even if that was the wrong side.
Fiona and Aidan were following him. They were about – in reality – a two hour distance from him and he never thought to stop. No.
He carelessly continued with stomps throughout the scenery. His eyes glaring at every waving tree and occasionally he’d find himself sprinting towards the Royal pack. He’d be there soon. He was sure of it.
He’d been traveling for a while now, alone, and with no communication from Megan. Although he knew he wouldn’t be hearing from her in a while.
Soon he found himself at the border and by no surprise he found a wolf in a defensive position. A few other pack members good there as a somewhat backup but didn’t look as ready as the guy in front.
His teeth appeared from his lip as he let out a rough growl. Edmund held his hands up in defence. “Axel.” A man spoke from behind the group of men.
Edmund had realised that they didn’t know his true name. Not yet anyway. Knowing that it wasn’t the right time to bring it up, Edmund continued with the charade.
“Lorin.” Edmund acknowledged. A cheeky smile had found itself on Edmund’s face.
“What are you doing here?” Lorin seethed. The recent events had left him confused and angry.
Alyssa had told him what had happened. How Megan had saved her yet he naively believed in some theory rather than the truth from Alyssa’s mouth. He was overall gutted and wanted to turn back time.
“I have a message.” Edmund started. He leaned against the tree beside him. “But I’ll need to have a more private audience.” He spoke looking around at the group of men.
“Let him through.” Lorin commanded. His voice hoarse. “Now!” The men quickly stumbled up into a formation and dispersed among the trees. “Follow me.” Lorin let his hand run through his head.
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Soon the room consisted of Cliff, Lorin, Red and Alyssa. Those being the ones that Edmund had asked to speak with. Lorin had a hunched on what this was about but wanted the words out of Edmund’s mouth.
“Speak.” Cliff spoke dryly. “I don’t have much time.”
“Neither do I.” Edmund stared at him, a deathly look sift through his face. “After you decided to exile Megan, her and I made our way to the Golden Moon pack.”
“You know where Megan is?” Alyssa asked hopefully. Edmund held his hand up as to tell her to allow him to finish.
“We spoke with Ken and Riley about… Magic.” He let the word roll off his tone softly. “…and Megan’s real mother.” Silence was heard around the room. “We were lead to a certain pack though… The Moonlight Guardian pack”
“Why the-” Red started.
“Are you dumb?” Alyssa seethed. “Not only do they have control over three other packs but they are known about their ruthless actions.”
“We had to go there.” Edmund confirmed. “I would’ve steered more clear if they hadn’t gone without me and made me catch up with them.” He explained.
“Who’s them?” Red asked.
“Fiona and Aidan.”
“They’re okay?” Alyssa questioned.
“Yeah, they’re fine.” Edmund confirmed. “They should be arriving soon anyway.”
“Where is Megan then?” Alyssa asked sternly.
“That’s the thing. The Moonlight Guardian pack have finally enough power to attack the Royal pack.” Edmund spoke.
“How?” Cliff growled out.
“Through Megan.”
“Wha-?” Confusion etched on Cliff’s features.
“Her mother is this all-powerful witch or something – yeah. So she decided to teach Megan how to use magic, although somewhere in the mix there was a link created. Her mother, Isabelle her name is – I think -, can use Megan’s magic at her own free will.”
“So Megan has become a portable battery?” Red asked.
“Yes.” Edmund breathed. “No literally but, you know. She wanted me to warn you.”
“They’ve got magic, huh?” Cliff muttered. “I’ve got something stronger.”