Seeing Silas’s reaction, yer understood that Silas was shocked.
"Hey, don’t be too shocked. I’ve got so other big news too. What will happen to you if you hear the rest?"
"What are your other news?"
yer walked into the apartnt, and Silas locked the door behind him.
As yer sat down on the sofa, Orian ca out holding a plate of pizza, and Velric followed with a cold juice in his hands.
Silas smiled at Velric and Orian, but his mind was still stuck on the identity of the High Priest who had planned everything.
Was it the one who called himself Theron’s father? Or was it Van?
Or maybe soone else entirely different person? After all, there wasn’t just two High Priests in the Temple—there were many.
That’s why it was a little hard for him to co to any conclusion.
Still, he tried to think from every perspective. But even after thinking for a while, he couldn’t figure out who it was.
Eventually, he sat down on the sofa. Velric handed him a slice of pizza, and Silas smiled while taking it.
Velric also took a slice for himself and sat down on the floor beside the small table.
Orian handed a slice to yer too.
"Did you already tell Silas about it? ’Cause he seems shocked," Orian asked yer while eating.
"Yes. As expected."
Silas glanced at yer. "So, what was that news you were talking about?"
"Then I’ll tell you the na of that High Priest—his na is Ras."
This was the first ti Silas had ever heard that na.
He had been suspicious of that crazy priest, or maybe Van, but it turned out to be soone else entirely.
It was unexpected. The main question now was—why? Why was this Ras targeting Silas?
What could he gain from getting Orian killed and framing Silas for it?
"Silas, you know, when yer told all this, I was also shocked. I wanted to co to you right away and tell you everything, but since you weren’t in the pack, I didn’t co," Orian said.
"But how did you return in just one day? Did sothing happen?"
Then Silas told him everything that happened and how worried he had been.
"OMG, it looks like problems are your best friend, Silas. They’re always beside you."
But what could Silas even do when he always ended up in the middle of problems? It’s not like he asked for it or anything.
"What about your mate? Didn’t he follow you even after you said no?" yer asked.
"I told him no, that’s why he didn’t follow. And his mother seed angry, so of course, as her son, he should comfort her. Also... he’s not my mate."
"Really? I doubt it, but since you’re saying it, I’ll believe you. So, what are you going to do about that Ras guy?"
It wasn’t like Silas knew what Ras looked like or what his motives were.
But clearly, that guy kept targeting him—so he had to do sothing.
He needed to find out who he was and why he was doing all this.
While thinking, it suddenly hit Silas—was this Ras the sa person who had kidnapped him, drawn his blood, and later sent those perverted ssages?
"I think he’s the sa one... the one who drew my blood."
"Wait—are you sure? ’Cause I still rember that perverted ssage you told about ," Orian said.
"I’m sure, Orian. And I think we should file a complaint about him to the police, since that’s all we can do."
The Temple wasn’t sothing small and weak—it was powerful, and no one could easily ss with them.
Most of the packs were under their control. Still, there were a few strong packs, like Blood Fang Pack, that stood against the Temple and glared at them with defiance.
But since Van was Silas’s friend, it had been easier to collect information about Ras.
The problem was that too much had happened last night.
And Damon had also said that Van was the one who used black magic on Velric.
Silas was stuck in a difficult position now—he didn’t know who he could trust.
"Hey, is your brother ignoring ?" yer asked, since it had been a while and Silas hadn’t answered his question.
"Silas is thinking about sothing. He’s not ignoring you. Don’t worry—here, drink this juice," Orian said.
"And Velric, are you liking the pizza?"
Velric bead. "Yes! It’s so delicious!"
He leaned back and rested his head on Silas’s legs, nuzzling in.
"Mumma, why aren’t you eating? Did you not like it?"
Hearing that, Silas brushed off his thoughts and focused on Velric.
"I was just thinking about sothing. But I’ll eat now. Did you like it?"
Velric nodded, smiling. Then he suddenly started crawling toward the table where the pizza was placed.
He picked up another slice with his hand and walked back—this ti, not crawling. Orian chuckled at the sight.
"Velric, did you beco a snake? Why did you crawl like that?"
"Cuz I’m a nake," Velric said, grabbing the pizza slice with his mouth and starting to crawl again—making everyone laugh.
"Did he just say nake...? Hahaha! Man, he doesn’t know how to say ’snake,’ so he said ’nake’—that’s so funny! Hahaha!"
Orian laughed with all his heart, and Silas and yer joined in too.
After half an hour, they finally stopped laughing—their mouths and stomachs were hurting from laughing so much.
As Silas sat there, still holding his stomach from laughing too hard, he suddenly felt a small hand touch his own.
He glanced down and t Velric’s big, innocent eyes.
"Yes, Velric?"
"Mumma, I wanna go pee."
The mont he heard that, Silas quickly stood up and scooped Velric into his arms, heading straight to the bathroom.
As soon as they left, yer didn’t waste a second—he reached over, grabbed Orian by the wrist, and pulled him onto his lap.
"Babe," yer said, wrapping his arms around him tightly.
"we’re going back ho tonight. I’m not letting you stay here."
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