Chapter 96


    The cold shower descended on Julian’s skin, and he stood there, thinking about everything that


    happened a couple of minutes ago.


    Fiona still loved him, but she didn’t know if she wanted to be with him. It was a bitter, sweet feeling. Her


    affection for the other man was deeper than he wanted and deeper than he expected.


    She still loved him, and that was what he had to stack everything on. If he hoped to get her back, he


    had to keep his faith. It didn’t matter what he would have to do; he had to do it and get Luna his back.


    He wanted to tell her about Doom’s n, but he hadn’t because Isis had been the one who showed


    him that vision, and after her betrayal, he didn’t know if it was even true to begin with. A part of him still


    believed in the vision he saw. Not because Isis showed it to him, but because Fiona had seen


    something simr when she visited Band on her own months ago.


    In the vision he saw, she had aided Doom in the destruction of Band and the rest of the werewolf


    world. Fiona saw the ruins as well, but she believed he had done it.


    The truth was that they both yed a part in the fulfilment of that vision. He already yed his.


    Doom’s agenda had something to do with her, and that was why he wanted her in the human world and


    him dead and out of the way.


    He couldn’t tell Fiona this; telling her this would send her running the other way unless she asked.


    He had to find other ways to reach out to Fiona and get her back without bringing Doom into it. He


    wasn’t here because of Doom; he was here for her and no one else. He wanted her back because he


    couldn’t bear the thought of losing her or living without her, and he would fight to get her back.


    He stepped into the living room with a towel around his waist. He had spent over thirty minutes in the


    cold shower. It was because he wanted to rid himself of the dry blood that lingered on his body despite


    being cleaned upst night by Fiona. He no longer had his strength and speed, but his hearing and


    smelling abilities were still as strong as ever. And he used that sense of smell to make sure he was


    clean before stepping out.


    He dropped the towel around his waist and picked up the joggers and t-shirt. They were smaller than


    he was and would be torture to have on.


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    “For f ck’s sake, put on some da mn clothes already.”


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    Fiona cussed, and he turned around to find her shielding her face from across the room


    where she stood.


    “They are too small.” He answered, which was the truth.


    “Then put your towel back on. There is no reason for you to be butt-naked. This is the living room!” She


    groaned.


    She used to love him when he was butt-naked in the past.


    Past. The word made his heart ache.


    He reached for his towel and wrapped it around his waist. “The towel is back on; you can uncover your


    face,” he told her, and she did.


    Her eyes came to rest on his, and her cheeks were as red as roses themselves.


    “I told you before that those are the only male clothes we have. You should


    put them on. I already have your trousers in the washing machine since they weren’t badly destroyed.


    Once those are dried, you can wear them.”


    He nodded and smiled. “Thank


    you.”


    She smiled back at him, and the sight was pure perfection. “You are wee.”


    “I will go put them on in the bathroom.” He said that and picked them up before leaving the room.


    It was a struggle, but he put the clothes on and returned to the living room, but she was gone. He didn’t


    have to wonder where she was because the smell of beef filled his nose, and he knew she was in the


    kitchen. The meal had her signature all over it, and his mouth watered.


    He came to the kitchen but didn’t step in. He found her chopping carrot, and her concentration stayed


    fixed on that. He marvelled at how amazing she was, even if he couldn’t get to tell her that. He could


    tell her, but she wouldn’t believe him. He would do a better job of showing her.


    “Can I help you with that?” he asked from the kitchen door, and Fiona’s head lifted to find him standing


    there.


    Her eyes stayed on his face for a while before moving down his polo vest and joggers and then quickly


    back to his face.


    “I’ve got it,” she assured him, but he wasn’t going anywhere or taking that as his final


    answer.


    “Put me to use, Fiona. It’s the least way I can repay you for saving my lifest night.”


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    “You do not have to repay me for anything. Like I told you, I got you into that situation when I told those


    thugs to take a go at you.” She had a guilty tone of voice. “I thought they would be a distraction so I


    could get away; I didn’t know your condition. I am sorry.”


    He stepped further into the kitchen, “You have nothing to be sorry for.”


    She kept her focus on the carrot she worked on. “You almost died, though. It doesn’t matter how I feel


    about you; you are still the father of my sons, and they almost lost that.” With her exnation came


    further understanding for him. “How are they? June and Jashin?”


    “They are great; they miss you a lot, and they hate me, as they should. They know I sent you away,


    and so I do not me their reaction to it all. I would have brought them along, but I am not physically


    able to protect them if the need arises. They were safer in our world, under the supervision of Ophelia


    and Marion.”


    “I miss them.” She exhaled, and a smile crossed her face.


    “They miss you too, a lot. They never fail to remind me of the things you do better and I do wrong.”


    Sheughed and shook her head, and if only he could always get her like this. Happy. He would take


    that over everything else.


    She handed him the knife, and he took it and got to work on the carrots while she tended to the food on


    the stove.


    He chopped all the carrots, and when he asked if he wanted the onion diced too, she nodded, and he


    worked on that.


    He was on thest set of onions when she began to speak. “You no longer have your strength or your


    abilities. Does that have anything to do with Isis?” She turned off the


    stove.


    He finished and kept the knife on the chopping board. Her question told him she was ready to listen;


    she wanted to know the truth, and he was d he waited for her.


    “Yes, it has everything to do with Isis.” He answered, but he needed to exin. “We had embarked on


    the quest of sealing the Dark World entrance, and we had three trials to aplish this task. That was


    how much Isis’ ritual could give us as the entrance grew with each passing day. I was the Lycan king,


    hence the only one who could do it. I needed the strength of the full moon because that was the only


    time a Lycan’s power would work on the pathway of the dark world. She told me the three trials were


    three full moons toplete the sealing, after which Doom and Mischief would no longer extend their


    territories or afflict the neighbouringmunities around the border.”


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    “You closed the dark world’s entrance?”


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    He nodded and moved on to exin how the attacks that led to the loss of his abilities happened.


    “I would have died, but Marion saved me. When I realised I had been a fool to Isis’ scheme, I wanted


    death.” He revealed. “That was what I deserved after what I had done. I turned on everyone for her.


    You and Marion. I chose her truth over the truth, and I really didn’t deserve mercy. I can’t even forgive


    myself for what I have done, but I just hope I can make it right. Marion told me sealing the Dark


    entrance was probably part of Doom and Mischief’s agenda, and they needed someone stu pid enough


    to do it. My n all along was to bring you back when it was all over and you were safe from the Dark


    world’s reach.”


    She took a step towards him. “You think I am in some way connected to whatever it is that Doom and


    Mischief are nning?”


    He wanted to lie and tell her she wasn’t, but he realised they were in this mess because he kept her in


    the dark. He needed to tell her the truth; she deserved to know it.


    “Yes. I remember when the movers took you to Band and you saw the ruin. I believe you saw the


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    future. You were right to ask what I did. I got upset because, back then, I had not done anything and


    also wanted to protect you from Doom’s influence, but now I know what I’ve done. To bring about this


    destruction, they needed the two of us, and I already yed my part. But it doesn’t matter because,


    unlike me, you have a strong sense of judgement and will never do anything to aid the Dark world. I


    have faith in you.”