Her Vengeful Lycan Alpha
Chapter 337: Their Power

Chapter 337: Their Power

Chapter Three Hundred-Thirty-Seven - Their Power

Laurel noticed Sorren being quiet and mindlinked Zeldris to ask about the meaning of the words. Despite their distance, she reached him and asked him to ask Thales.

But Zeldris answered instead. "It means Power Drain. Zacht is a negative magic word like to take away, so Zena Zacht means draining power from whatever. It’s usually used with Zena, so I don’t like it."

Laurel nodded slowly and disconnected the link. So the trick was Sorren’s mother had drained her mother’s power to weaken her before killing.

That should be why her mother had seemed so weak to fight. Magic always made even the strong, to be powerless, even simple magic words.

She told this to Sorren and waited for his reaction. He still had unbelief on his face.

"Since she grew up in Damancas, it wouldn’t be strange that she learnt a little bit of magic. You heard, right? So did her sister." She said, with a little taunting in her tone.

Laurel’s ill feelings about magic rose again, but she tried to suppress it. She had a witch now, and many of her officials were from Damancas, the home of witches. She had to bear it.

Magic would be used to her own benefit. That’s what she had decided. She’d not let magic do bad to her ever again. She tapped Sorren when he seemed to be lost in thought.

"Don’t think much of it. You never know if they were some challenges she wouldn’t have survived if she didn’t learn magic, and you wouldn’t be here if she had died." She said.

He had said that he was only grateful to his parents for making him exist, so this could have been what helped her. After all, it seemed her pack had been destroyed.

Sorren understood the situation that’d make his mother learn magic for self defense, it wasn’t still enough, and she got involved with a Lycan King.

Just what had she been running away from that she had all these measures? She ended up dying in a different way and without stating what she ran from to him.

"I’m not worried." It was a lie. His mother had been a Luna of a lycan kingdom while being a witch. Did she ever tell his father this? That meant he, as her son, would have a bit of magic in him, right? Or how did that work?

How’d his older brother react to that when he’d know? Sorren sighed, not appreciating the insecurity growing inside of him. "But it’s messed up, though."

Laurel had to agree there. Magic being available to anyone, and now werewolf and lycan alike really sounded mess-up. It was better when it was only used by the original witches and their generation and they were exclusive to Damancas too.

Damanacas’ major power were the witches on their side, if that became open to everyone, including Lunaria that had science on their side, wouldn’t Damancas lose a bit of their power?

Laurel didn’t want to think much on it and decided to raise Green Valleys to the Kingdom they were before. She had to reinstate what they were good at.

Green Valleys had a huge warrior force, and that’s why one raid couldn’t extinguish their forces. She had to raise it up again but much stronger than it had been before since lycans and witches were going to be a normal occurrence in their lives.

While being locked up in her high tower room, she had no idea that lycans roamed the earth freely and it greatly contradicted with what she used to read about lycans being almost extinct. They obviously weren’t and she had only be fed fairytales.

The carriages left High Moon Kingdom and headed down the mountains. Laurel moved to the other side of the window thinking of a new strategy to make Green Valleys great again.

She had to prove to her father that she was the best child he could wish for, and as the only one from that old tribe that had the two special features, she had to put it to good use.

"You don’t need to tell anyone about your mother though? Any effect of her magic on you had never been obvious so it wouldn’t suddenly show itself." She said to Sorren when he hadn’t cheered up and still kept a distraught expression. His trust issues and carefulness were results of the magic residue in him, as Zeldris deduced but it wasn’t anything that’d look abnormal.

"Don’t try to console me. I’m not feeling that low yet." He said with a flat tone.

Laurel shrugged. "Ah, did you get the alliance with Damancas? Or did you get a special response?"

Sorren raised a brow. What the hell did she mean by special response? A rejection? He didn’t feel like bragging about meeting the Queen since Laurel did as well. "We got it. That reminds me, I should have told the ladies to get to work before I came here."

Laurel remembered that her pack hadn’t sent goods to the Damancas market since the first successful few. She’d have to change that soon or they could lose customers looking out for Green Valleys’ products.

"I thought you’d ask why I came." Sorren said.

Laurel faced him. "I sent you a letter, didn’t I?" She didn’t expect him to ignore such a pressing issue. How fast he came stunned her but she expected him to make the trip.

Sorren expected her to think that way because he wouldn’t have made the trip if she didn’t send the letter, but he wanted to put in a good name for his brother too. "He told me to."

"Who?" Laurel asked immediately, genuinely forgetting which ’he’ would have control in her life after escaping King Asher.

Sorren noticed she actually forgot and felt pity for his brother, he really should handle his move life by himself. "Who else? Your mate."

Laurel rolled her eyes and shifted them to the window. Did he also think the King did ’anything’ to her? Such a shallow man didn’t need to be worried over her, that’s if he was truly worried.

"Maybe because you don’t have one so you can’t tell," he smirked, "but he’s not a ’my mate’, he’s a ’the mate’."

As much as Sorren didn’t want to accept, he could really see the difference between those two, and his brother really leaned towards the second.