Alpha King’s Lost Luna

Chapter 173

Chapter 173 Deprived of Wolf Soul CAS SANDRA “A strong catalyst?” I wondered, and as my brow furrowed, I took a step closer toward Spi ke’s cell. What do you mean by that?” Sp i ke took a long deep breath and ran his hand through his dark brown hair. His equally dark eyes stared down at the ground for a moment and then he spoke. “Look, it was nothing more than a mere story that was popular among the members of Dark Abyss,” he said dismissively, and then he waved his hand in the air as if to further his point. “It’s nothing, really. I was just supposing.” When he didn’t say more, frustration swelled within me, along with curiosity. What did he mean, and why was he being so vague with it? I began to wonder if coming here was a mistake and debated turning around and heading back to the clinic. I had gotten my answers and needed to get back to work before patients arrived for healing. We were understaffed anyway, so it would make sense for me to throw in the towel and leave Spi ke to keep working on the cure to the poison. But some part of me knew that there was something more he wasn’t being forthright with. Any little detail could be important, no matter how far-fetched it seemed. I knew there was something here. So, I took a breath and pressed a little further. “Spi k e, could you tell me more about it?” I asked gently, and I offered him a kind smile. “I know it’s just a story, but I’d really like to know more.” The imposter exhaled and didn’t seem as if he wanted to share, but he reluctantly nodded his head. 1/4

“It was a time before the destruction of Ewonmiams and the extermination of the most eli e sorcerers,” he began, and he crossed his arms against his chest. “Before their demise, some of the sorcerors foresaw their fate and crafted a legendary talisman of immense power.” “A talisman?” I repeated back, and Spi ke nodded.

“Yes,” he said. “The artifact, which was believed to enable any form of sorcery, was entrusted to the academy’s leader for safekeeping.” He took a seat on the stool in front of his work desk. “Tragically, the leader of the sorcerors was slain during an escape and the talisman was supposedly destroyed. But as I said before, this is an unsubstantiated legend, Cas sandra. There’s no proof that it actually happened.” My lips parted in surprise as I mulled over the story and nodded my head thoughtfully. A talisman that could be used for mind control? Could such a thing really have existed? Spi ke’s eyes trailed over me and then he frowned. “Surely, you wouldn’t consider such a ludicrous tale to be true, healer? I mean, a talisman of immense power sounds good and interesting in theory, but such an artifact likely doesn’t exist. I’m sure it was nothing more than a story shared among my Pack to add to the intrigue of sorcerors.” He was right of course. I found sorcery and the stories around it to be equally incredulous. If you’d asked me a year ago about what I thought about magic, I’d likely have scoffed and dismissed the thought entirely. But now that I knew more about poisons and the Ewomnians, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was any merit to the idea of a talisman. Could such a thing have existed, and if so, could it be used for something like mind control? As I considered the possibilities, Spi ke nonchalantly poured another drink and then consumed it with haste. There was an unusual eagerness gleaming in his dark eyes, as though he sought to finish the entire bottle quickly rather than savor it. As I watched him fill his mug again, I tried to make sense of his actions. 2/4 Why did he seem so off? If this alleged talisman were really nothing more than a story passed around the Dark Abyss Pack, why was Spi ke so nervous? What had him behaving in such a way? As I pondered his demeanor, Sp i ke turned his attention back to me and raised a

dark eyebrow. “You have more questions,” he noted curiously. “I can see it on your face. When you arrived, you mentioned wanting to ask me questions. Was there something more you wanted to know?” He had read me like a book. I indeed had one more pressing question on my mind, one that I couldn’t push away. I wouldn’t have an opportunity like this again. So, I summoned up my courage and exhaled lightly. “Spi ke, do you know of any sorcery that’s capable of extinguishing a wolf’s soul?” I wondered. He was taken aback by my question and frowned. “A ‘wolf soul”?” I nodded. “A person’s ability to shapeshift into their wolf form. Could sorcery take away that ability to change?” Once the words left my lips, I watched Spi ke’s reaction intently. He seemed puzzled by the question and unaware of the underlying intent behind it. My gaze sharpened and my eyes began to sting. Had Sp i ke forgotten about his actions against Cora and how his part in delivering the poison had rendered me defenseless for years? For a moment, anger flickered through my mind. For five years, the inferno had lingered in my brain and plagued my dreams with terrible images. It had affected me physically, me ntally, and emotionally. Since that terrible day, I’d been fearing for my life and the future of Finnick’s, and Spi ke… he didn’t even seem to realize what I was talking about. 3/4 Ever since I’d lost the ability to shift into my wolf form, it felt as if part of me had been ripped away. My wolf had been such an important part of me. The color of my fur was the same as my mother’s and the same as her mother’s. All of the female wolves on her side of the family, in fact, shared the same white fur. Losing that connection to her had hurt me so badly. I struggled to maintain my composure and my hands shook at my sides, but I forced myself to remain steady. Finally, Spi ke spoke.

“Healer Cas sandra, you seem insistent on the fact that poison is omnipotent,” he remarked in a tone that was calm yet still somewhat mocking. “What you suggest isn’t possible. A single poison couldn’t achieve such a feat. Tampering with a wolf’s ‘soul’ as you put it would require far more than what you could imagine is possible. such a thing could truly be accomplished, only the most elite sorcerors could achieve such a suppression of abilities. And as far as I know, no such sorcerer exists or ever has.” “Do you possess such abilities?” I blurted out as the idea struck me. The imposter chuckled and shook his head back and forth. “While I appreciate the accusation, I’m just an ordinary member of Dark Abyss,” he said. “I might be skillful at poisons and such, but I’m incapable of mastering the level of sorcery needed for such a feat. If it were possible, not that it is… the sorcerer would have to be far more powerful than I ever could be.” 4/4Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.