Novel Update
Chapter 175
Chapter 175
Janet rushed to hold Daran’s shoulder.
She could feel his body trembling under her touch. The blood dripped down from his fingertips and fell
to the ground, forming a small pool of blood.
Normally, Daran’s wolf could heal his wound…But this one was too severe!
Daran would bleed to death before the wolf’s healing power kicked in.
He needed medical care!
“Westin!” Janet snapped her head back and cried, “Please, I am begging
you…Daran–he might not be your favorite person on this planet, but we are on the same side! Please
save him!”
“…Don’t…”
Daran hissed under his breath, “Don’t fucking beg him…he won’t do it…”
“Swallow your goddamn pride!” Janet snapped.
Westin crossed his arms in front of his chest, his face unreadable.
Edwin let out a cold laugh, “According to Westin, Daran tried to kill him on numerous occasions. Why
would we save the life of an enemy?”
Janet clenched her fists, “He is not your enemy!”
Edwin crinkled his nose. He apparently didn’t agree.
Yet Westin raised a hand and stopped Edwin from arguing with Janet.
“See if our men have some bandages,” he said quietly, looking at Daran. “We should stop his bleeding
first.”
Edwin rounded his eyes and blurted out, “But my King-
Janet’s heart skipped a beat.
She couldn’t hide the shock on her face.
Wait a second…King?
Westin was not only a Lycan….
He was the Lycan King?!
“Go,” Westin repeated himself.
Edwin still looked reluctant, but he followed Westin’s order and disappeared into the woods.
Westin walked up to Janet and crouched down till he met with her eye level.
“Sorry that I have kept my identity from you.” he said with a faint smile, “It must be a shock to you.”
Janet was rendered speechless with shock.
After a long pause, she finally found her tongue again, “Yeah…Lycan is a myth to us…let alone the
Lycan King…”
Westin shrugged, “We don’t normally show ourselves in front of you. It is natural that you don’t know
that we exist.”
“Then what are you doing in the Grace Ruin this time?” Daran asked abruptly.
His voice was weak because of the blood loss.
Yet his tone was harsh.
Westin narrowed his eyes at Daran, “You should learn to be more respectful now that you have known
about my identity.”
Daran let out a cold laugh, “You are Lycan’s King, not my King. The roques chose to
Daran let out a cold laugh, “You are Lycan’s King, not my King. The rogues chose to bend their backs
to you, but it doesn’t mean that I will do the same. Now tell me, why did the mighty Lycan King go
undercover himself? What is your goal?”
The two men stared at each other hostilely.
Tension was quickly building in the air.
Janet was looking at Westin as well.
She had the same question.
It was
still unclear as to what the Lycan was trying to accomplish here. Westin said. something about restoring
the peace once before. But that was very vague.
After a few moments of silence, Westin said, “We want to kill Lance.”
“Because?” Daran immediately pursued.
“He is a threat to this world. He has caused too many wars and—”
“BULLSHIT!”
Daran snarled, interrupting Westin forcefully:
“This isn’t the first time that werewolves and the rogues went to war. The Lycans never gave a shit Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.
about it. Why do you suddenly care now?”
Westin’s face grew cold.
“I don’t need to explain ourselves to you, Daran.” he said icily, “The main point is that we are trying to
end Lance’s life. Just say if you are with us or not.”
“Let’s say that I do…” Daran kept his gaze fixed on Westin’s face, “Do you have a plan? Lance is
immortal in his territory. We have to lure him out of this place.”
“It is going to be hard.”
Janet joined the discussion, worried, “We did it once already. He will be alert this time.”
“It doesn’t have to be so complicated this time.” Westin said, “You already destroyed his palace. His
subjects are all panicked. I will have Edwin go into the city and shout the message to his subjects,
saying that anyone who remains in this city after midnight tonight will be executed by the Lycans. The
rogues fear us. They will leave. Once this land is vacated, it will no longer be part of Rogue’s territory.
Lance won’t be protected by the Rogue King’s immortality.”
Hence, they would be free to kill Lance right in the city.
It sounded like a workable plan.
Edwin came back with the bandage and tossed it to Daran.
“You don’t need maids to help with that, do you?” he asked mockingly.
Daran rolled his eyes.
“I will help him,” Janet’said.
Westin stared appraisingly at Janet, “You are not changing your heart again, right. Janet? Remember
how he hurt you before?”
Daran’s eyes were slits of rage, “Stay the fuck out of our business-”
“I know what I am doing. Thank you, Westin.” Janet said in a polite yet firm voice, “Now if you don’t
mind, I want to have a word alone with Daran.”
Westin shrugged and stood up, “Fine. I can be the bigger man here.”
He headed towards the woods but stopped again after a few steps.
“But don’t get too intimate with him, alright?” he looked back at Janet with a faint smile, “…I might get
jealous.”
Then he left.
Daran glared at him till his back disappeared into the woods and hissed, “What a condescending
asshole-”
“You are no better,” Janet snapped.
She ripped off Daran’s jacket and started wrapping his wound.
With her hands busy with the wrapping, she asked Daran in a low voice, “Now I want
you to be completely honest with me. What did you and Lance talk about before your fight?”
Daran hissed at the pain, “…Why do you ask?”
“Don’t fucking play dumb with me!”
Janet snapped as she continued with her work:
“Yeah, that part I am aware of. So now-”
“He just told me the method,” Daran’nodded.
“And? Spill it out! Why are you paranoid that I might fight for the kingship with you or something?” Janet
snapped.
Daran chuckled lowly, “Easy. I am just getting there. Become the Werewolf King, requires both a strong
Alpha and the Rogue King. One party should offer his blood as
a tribute to another, as a symbol of submission. Both parties must act VOLUNTARILY during the whole
process.”
Janet rounded her eyes in shock.
…A voluntary blood tribute?/
At this very moment, so mány things started to make so much sense to her.
Like why Lance insisted on bringing them back to the Grace Ruin, despite the objections from his
subjects.
And why Lance was so obsessed with being friends with Daran, even though they appeared to be
enemies.
Because winning one war was never Lance’s goal.
Lance wanted to be the Werewolf King from day one.
To do that, he needed Daran to offer him the blood. And he couldn’t force Daran. He needed to win
Daran over first!
“Oh my god….this–this is…”
She murmured, still overwhelmed by all the information.
“Shocking? Appalling? Hard to believe? I know,” Daran agreed.
“So earlier, you two started fighting because-”
“I offered him my blood, but the ritual didn’t work. Naturally, he knew that I was never really on his side,
and that I had been lying about my loyalty. He was furious.”
Janet nodded slowly.
She could imagine Lance’s frustration.
“Hey.”
Janet blinked, “What is that?”
“Lance is dead. But there will be a new Rogue King. This person must be somebody we can trust,
somebody who is not a war manic, somebody we can control, somebody-
Janet widened her eyes as Daran uttered the last few words:
“-who will voluntarily offer me the blood after we kill Lance.”