Chapter 77


    The door opened, and Marion stepped into the Lycan king’s office with a stack of files in his hand.


    He bowed his head as he greeted him, stepped forward, and dropped the files on his desk. With no


    other word uttered, he turned to take his leave when Julian spoke. “Is this how it is going to be? Greet


    and nothing else.”


    He turned around to stare at Julian, who was seated across from him, finally beholding him for the first


    time in two weeks. “I do not understand.”


    “You did this thest time you came; you brought the report over in the same manner. You greeted me,


    ced the documents down, and then took your leave.” He pointed it


    out.


    “I do not know what else you want me to say.” Marion stated tly.


    Julian signed and adjusted in his seat. “You are my friend, or at least you used to be. You could ask me


    how I’m doing. I know you’ve heard the news about Luna Fiona.”


    “Okay, how are you doing?” he asked, forcing an interested look onto his face.


    Julian groaned, frustrated. “This feels forced; forget it.”


    “What exactly do you want, my king?”


    “I want my friend, and I haven’t had him since Fiona left.”


    “Whose fault is that?” Julian opened his mouth to speak, but snapped it shut and exhaled. “You may


    leave, Marion.” He said instead and pulled the files Marion submitted closer to have a look at them.


    Marion didn’t leave like he told him to; he stayed and spoke. “You have done highly questionable things


    in the past, but none of them made me look at your character with disdain, because I knew that deep


    down there was goodness in you. But what you did to the Luna shouldn’t even be done to one’s enemy.


    She was your mate and also our Luna. She saved your life and that of the werewolf world all on her


    own. Even when it was to her detriment, she did what was necessary. She was the backbone of the


    settlement andter the citadel, and this is how you repay her?”


    “You will thread carefully, Marion; I am still your Lycan king.” He told him through gritted teeth,


    mming the files shut.


    Marion red at him. “Or what? You will exile me and take away my position like did to her? Go on


    then; if that is what your new mistress wants, then do it.”


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    Julian’s hand balled into a tight fist on the desk. “You should leave, Marion. I will not repeat myself.”


    “I hope you have a good reason for everything you have done to our Luna and this world, my king.” He


    said, bowed his head, and took his leave.


    Julian had watched as Fiona took her leave with the movers who took her out of the werewolf world two


    weeks ago.


    He couldn’t forget the look on her face when he rejected her and exiled her. It haunted him every day.


    It wasn’t what he wanted, but it was necessary for the survival of his world, which was his only way of


    protecting her. He was the Lycan king, and it was his job to save his people through every means


    necessary.


    She had be a target, and she needed to leave. He knew it since the first day he saw the vision in


    Band; Isis had shown it to him. She told him to send her away for her protection, but he didn’t


    believe the dark world could get to her. That wasn’t even an option for him.


    Just like Isis showed him, Fiona had taken herself to Band without his permission and returned with


    her report filled with errors. She used him of things he knew nothing about.


    Isis told him that by disobeying him, Fiona had exposed herself to Doom, the master of the dark world,


    who had his ws sunk deep in themunity, hoping to create havoc. The pathway of the dark world


    had expanded, and with it came all the evil desires and cruel intent that gued themunities


    closest to it, poisoning those that lived there. This brought a surge in rebellion, which Julian had to deal


    with.


    Again, Isis told him the best way to protect her from Doom was to send her the werewolf world, where


    no one would reach her. He had gotten angry at Isis and told


    away from


    her never to suggest that to him ever again.


    Sending her away from the bedroom was already hard enough on him. Pretending that she wasn’t in


    the same room with her killed him, and not being able toe out with the truth to her, drowned him


    with every passing day. Yet, he knew what he saw. Theplete and utter annihtion of the entire


    werewolf world by the Dark World, aided by Fiona.


    If the dark world got to her, then he had failed.


    Fiona’s attack on Isis told him she was now under the influence of Doom, and she wouldn’t be safe


    anywhere in their world. He could not keep her because the longer he


    did, the more Doom would gain control of her mind and use it to his will.


    Fiona wasn’t a violent person, and she had never had the cause to attack without a justifiable cause,


    yet she attacked Isis and would have killed her had he not stepped in.-


    He could have told her the truth, but he knew she would not believe, and even if she did, she would


    argue they could find another way to avert it. There was no other way. This was the only way.


    His decision was rash, but it was necessary. He saw the way his pack members stared at. him this past


    full moon in the absence of their Luna. Many of them had questions in their eyes when he introduced


    Isis to them as a member of his team. They wanted to know what was happening, but he couldn’t fully


    exin it to them yet.


    Fiona might also hate him, but everything he had done so far, he had done for her and no one else. To


    save her and everything else he loved, he had to hurt her.


    He couldn’t even tell June and Jashin what he had done to their mother. They would never look at him


    the same way again. Since her departure, they have asked him when she would return more than a


    hundred times, and every time, he couldn’t answer.


    Until they could ascertain and put a stop to Doom and his maniption of the Dark World territory,


    Fiona was better away from here.


    Isis ced her hand on his shoulder, and he snapped out of his thoughts and turned to her from the


    window where he stood.


    “I did not hear youe in,” he said, his senses calming when he realised who it was, but his eyes


    lingered on her hand with a lot of questions in them.


    She withdrew her hand and raised them up in surrender. “I came to check up on you, my king; I hear


    you barely step out of this office whenever youe to work. Youe, and you stay in until the end


    of the day. You have also cancelled all the appointments and moved the meetings ahead.”


    His brow furrowed. “So, you are watching me now?”


    “I am not watching you, my king.” She said, and stepping back, she bowed her head to him, “I was just


    worried about the leader of our world.”


    “I am fine; you can go,” he said dismissively.


    “I know this isn’t easy for you, but this is what is necessary,” she told him.


    your


    “And I have done what is necessary. I have chosen you, your visions, and prophecies over my mate. I


    have exiled her from the werewolf world, just like you asked. Now it is time for you to do your part and


    make sure everything goes ording


    to n.” He ordered her.


    She nodded her head. “Yes, my king.” She bowed her head and walked over to the door before


    pausing and turning to him. “Do you want to see her?” He frowned. “What do you mean?” he asked,


    and his brow furrowed.


    “I meant if you want to see Luna Fiona.” She told him. “I know this is very hard for you, and I know it is


    for her too, but it might bring youfort to see how she is doing in the human world.”


    He wanted to see Fiona, but he also knew what he would have to do if he wanted to see her. His lips


    were meant for one woman’s b*dy, but this was the only way he would get to see the one he loved. He


    wanted to see her; he had longed for it for so long.


    Without uttering a word, he stretched his hand to her, and she gave him hers. He took a deep breath


    and ced his lips on the back of her hand, and he was immediately moved into a trance.


    There he saw her, Fiona, lying in bed. She looked pale, weak, and down, and her countenance didn’t


    hold any positivity in it. He had done that to her, and the guilt ate him up.


    He withdrew his lips from the back of Isis’s hand, and he snapped back to reality. “You may leave, and I


    do not want to see you until the next full moon.”


    Isis bowed her head, and without uttering a word, she left his office, leaving him alone with his guilt,


    pain, and questions.