223 Secrets of History


    [Mona’s P.O.V.]


    These paintings were dated and sorted ordingly. I looked at each and one of them caught my attention.


    Because it was the first one that had a werewolf.


    To be exact, it was a wolf of a werewolf. Although it was in the back of the painting and covered in wounds and blood, I could still see it at first nce.


    It was a huge white wolf, and when I noticed the date on the painting, I held my breath.


    The main focus of the painting was a vampire dressed in gorgeous retro clothes. But none of it masked the scratches and bite marks all over his body and his weak face. He must have fought the white wolf and they had both lost.


    I had never seen such a huge and rare white wolf but if there truly was one, it was most likely that of my ancestor Alonso, his big white wolf, Hugh.


    If my guess was correct, this image showed Alonso fighting the vampire ancestor Cain. The end of the story, as we knew it, was that Alonso killed Cain.


    I looked at the next picture, trying to figure out why there a picture of Cain and Alonso was here when most of the others focused on Nichs. But when I took a good look at the immediate next picture, I gasped.


    The man standing was Nichs with a sharp sword in his left hand. His face and body were sttered with blood but he remained smiling proudly. In his right hand was a head.


    It was Cain’s head.


    Cain’s eyes weren’t even closed and looked like they were filled with despair and confusion instead.


    I suddenly realized that perhaps it wasn’t Alonso who had killed Cain. He must have thought that he had but Cain was just barely holding on.


    In the end, it was the loyal subordinate, Nichs, who had killed Cain, then med the werewolves for this momentous event and thus, opening up a thousand years of conflict between werewolves and vampires.


    I didn’t have time to think about this discovery and deal with my shock because I suddenly heard a thought.


    ‘I have no idea what the f*ck he’s talking about. A mother Werewolf of Chaos?! I will never have children for these filthy beasts! Alpha, where are you?’


    It was Emily’s thoughts. I must be close to her.


    I kept trying to find clues in her mind as to where she was, but she could think of nothing but swearing and hoping Edward woulde to save her.


    ‘What’s he waiting for? What’s he gonna do to me? I’m scared. Where the hell is this son of a b*tch?’


    From what Emily was thinking, she was probably alone somewhere and Nichs wasn’t with her.


    I tiptoed out of the room but suddenly heard footstepsing my way. I ducked behind arger statue at the door.


    Fortunately, the footsteps went right past me, heading in the opposite direction. Once I was sure they were gone, I came out again and searched for Emily’s scent in the air.


    My superior sense of smell eventually led me to where she was as I found myself at the top of another staircase. I quickly climbed up but then heard a shatter, as if a ss had fallen on the other side of the wall before me.


    “Get away from me!” I heard a woman screaming and crying. It was Emily.


    “B*tch, if you continue to make such a fuss, I will definitely kill you.” It was Nichs. He must have shed back into the room.


    “No matter what ns you and your pack have, it’s futile. Don’t expect those weak she-wolves toe and save you either. You’re as stupid and naive as them.”


    “Go to Hell, b*stard!” The sound of items breaking followed.


    “What makes you so confident? Although your she-wolves are still fooling around, I have enough subordinates to eventually exhaust their strength so that they can die from being sucked dry of blood. If you dare use your ability, you will end up like them too.”


    “It’s none of my business if they all die! Alpha will definitelye to save me! I am Luna!”


    “You must not really care about the lives of your pack members. I admire that about you. However, you won’t be a Luna anymore soon. Nick!”


    “Sir, I’m here.”


    “Where’s Frankie? Why hasn’t he appeared yet?”


    “I’ve already reported to Sir Frankie, but I don’t know where he is now.”


    “F*ck, does he not know how much effort I have put in to find this b*tch that he told me to get? Go find him and tell him toe here immediately!” Nichs was starting to sound anxious.


    It sounded like he had been looking for the Werewolf of Chaos because of that Frankie who must be his aplice.


    Although I didn’t know who Frankie was, why was he looking for Werewolves of Chaos? Still, even though I wasn’t sure when reinforcements from the council would arrive, I thought it was time for me to act.


    Before Jane’s forces became sitting ducks, I needed to take out the biggest cancer of the vampire race once and for all, and then his bted aplices.