Helanie:
As soon as Lady Darcy started coming at , Emt raised his hand to stop hers from hitting . He did it without looking up from the ground.
"We don’t assault anyone here," he hissed at her, pushing her back and then fixing his coat. He didn’t even look at her and walked between us, with Kaye carrying Maximus on his back.
"My son," she started breaking down at the sight of Maximus.
"Helanie, don’t just stand there and wait for her to throw a tantrum at you. You are not responsible for this, so you shouldn’t be shouted at," Norman’s yelling brought her attention back to us. She was trying to walk after Kaye, but Emt shook his head and spread his arms out to stop her.
"This girl did this, do you not see it?" She didn’t yell this ti but used a softer tone to accuse .
"We don’t have ti for this. Maximus could be waking up any mont. We need to get him ready for his awakening," Emt said under his breath, checking his pockets for his small alcohol bottle.
"Norman and Helanie, why don’t you two help us?" he asked, not even looking at us. He was so out of it that, while his words made sense, his body language didn’t match at all.
And the fact that he asked us to join made us realize he had only agreed with Kaye earlier to stop the argunt and quickly get Maximus ho.
I left Darcy behind, who was fuming, and followed Emt and Norman into the basent. Unbeknownst to , Darcy was sneakily walking right behind .
Once we were in the basent, my heart skipped a beat at the sight of the cage and chains. Norman and Emt got inside the cage to help Kaye chain up Maximus. While they were doing that, Darcy stepped forward to stand right beside and get my attention.
"Only you can help him with the pain," she whispered, making give her a side-eye. I didn’t trust this woman.
"My sons are cursed. They have been. All my life I prayed either they wouldn’t find their mates, or if they did, their mates would be brave enough to help them with their curses. Sadly, they didn’t find their mates before this disaster happened—when you marked my son. You see, Norman was the strongest of the brothers. He was ant to carry their pain for them. That’s why he wasn’t supposed to have a mate. But then you marked him, and my sons’ curse got worse," she said.
I turned to her because I noticed so holes in her story.
"So you an to say, it’s because Norman was marked that now the others must find their mates, or else they’ll be in pain?" I asked, and she didn’t waste a second before nodding.
However, I started chuckling a bit—not because I found the situation funny, but because how could she look in the eye and lie like that?
"Then why were you getting him married and marked to Jessica?" I tilted my head, folded my arms over my chest, and asked her politely.
Her face hardened, her eyebrows pulling together as she bobbed her head in small movents.
"You think you’re so smart, Helanie? But even powerful people like you have their dumb monts. Did you ever wonder why everything started when you marked my son?" she stepped closer to face , pressing her hand to her chest when she called Norman her son, this ti with more force and confidence.
"Any random mate marking Norman wasn’t supposed to hurt the others. Only his fated mate could cause that. Now think about what I’m saying," she tilted her head, her eyes staring straight through mine.
"What are you suggesting? Are you saying... I might be Norman’s fated mate?" I asked, gasping, my head snapping toward Norman, who was still trying to chain up Maximus. But Maximus was moving a lot, even in his unconscious state, so the brothers were struggling.
"You are his fated mate. But there’s nothing to celebrate, because you’re the reason the others are in pain. Maximus turned into a lycan after you marked Norman. They’re connected, Helanie. They’re tied together. Your marking sped up Maximus’s pain. And now my son is in this state." Her voice cracked a little before she closed her eyes and forced herself to stay serious.
"Is there nothing we can do to help him?" I asked Lady Darcy, my eyes silently begging her to give us anything that might help.
"He’ll fully turn into a lycan—forever. The human part—our Maximus—will be gone for good after a few months," she gave the worst part first, then added, "but there is a way. I told you already. His fated mate marking him is the only way. But how will we find her? He felt the mate bond with her in the woods once, and then she disappeared. We don’t even know if he ate her and doesn’t rember," she shrugged. "So thank you for marking Norman. You’ve ruined my sons." She gave a fake smile full of sarcasm.
But little did she know, she was standing in front of all her sons’ mate.
"Even if we find his mate now, how will they mark each other? He doesn’t even understand what marking ans," my voice ca out quietly, because I was honestly ready to do anything to help Maximus get out of this pain.
"There are ways it could be done. But it’s also true my sons will have to figure that out themselves—and I’m sure they will. The real problem is, there’s just too much going on, and we can’t focus on one thing. I’ve asked my warriors to look around for anyone who ever claid they saw a lycan or felt sothing around him, but it’s like finding a needle in a haystack," she turned away from , clearly tired and frustrated she couldn’t help her son.
I must tell the brothers, so they can move on to the next step and start looking for real answers.
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