Chapter XXXIV

The night made its way before the fateful day, Cy was still unmoved watching the comings and goings in the infirmary, Ramses helped with what he could see out of the corner of his eye, Cy sees him head down, that catches his attention he stops attending to one of them passing the responsibility to the nearest healer, he makes his way through the crowd arrives with Cy, cradles his fine face in his blood covered hands, the eldest rests his head on his brother-in-law's left shoulder, the latter comforts him without saying a word, hugs him, gives him a kiss on the top of his head and they disappear from the place

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Private garden of the Yerevan hotel, Armenia.

Elian and company were sparring hand-to-hand like ancient gladiators. The Greek and the Celt were a pair, and it was truly a spectacle. Their swords and axes clashed, sending sparks flying. With a skillful move, the Celt ended up on top of the Greek, his axe at his neck, and Elian's sword at his stomach. They both laughed, applause was heard, and the two took up defensive positions, back to back.

"It's a two-on-one disadvantage, but he accepted the challenge." A tall, shadowy figure steps out of the shadows, black-robed, with flashing eyes, as tall as Elian. He draws both swords. "Let the games begin."

The newcomer grips both swords tightly, closes his eyes, and as if dancing, elegantly dodges the saber blows of both attackers. William's axe grazes his attacker's forehead. The sharp tip of Elian's sword makes a slight cut on his right cheek. Two threads of blood flow from the cut. He wipes the blood away.

—Two drops of blood, two mortal wounds Elian. – saying that he sheathes his swords with quick movements he reaches the werewolf, he throws a blow, Elian cuts him off responding with force moving away two meters from him, the attacked denies seeing the Greek, no one could see when both hands were already closing on the neck of the older one, Elian closes his eyes, calms his anguish, even without transforming he places his hands on the attacker's arms and prints his strength fitting his nails as if it were a knife, he does not release the grip until he is released— You never cease to impress me king of the werewolves.

—It's been a while, Daedalus. —They hug each other warmly.

—William, I think your height makes you slow or it's your age.

—In that case you would be slower than me.

—I see the call worked – Ciro approaches to say hello.

—Unfortunately, that's the case. Elian, this afternoon your house was attacked by someone who claims to be Zacchaeus.

"What did you say?!" She becomes so worried that she wants to run home, but she controls herself. "If you'll excuse me, I have to talk to Darío."

—He's very badly hurt, I doubt he'll be able to respond.

"We have to go!" says Ciro, already nervous.

—You have a mission to fulfill—says Daedalus seriously—let your brother do things, he's not even a little boy, is he?

Elian's passion

—Yes, you're right, it would be better to talk at home— the brothers accompanied by Dédalo, go to the private meeting room, make the video call, Estrella being the one who answers— the girls, how and where are you? How is Darío?

—They're fine, they're fine, all the puppies are fine too, Elena already left with her cousins, they had the order to take her by force, you know how Jano is, Emilia didn't want to leave Jonathan no matter how much we begged her and even he begged her, but she didn't want to, so tomorrow they will leave for America, the one who arrived was Aurora, she hasn't left her father alone for a minute.

—Where is Nereida? Why isn't she taking care of my brother?

—He repudiated her and took away her wedding ring.

—What? Wow! . . . I want to see my brother. —He focuses on the youngest, who was fast asleep, leaning on the stretcher using her arms as a pillow, his daughter, a blonde that no one or almost no one knows.

—Oh no! They left my beautiful Greek very beaten up, says Daedalus, distressed, but he will surely live, my love is strong.

—How many casualties? — Estrella passes the cell phone to a battered Héctor— I can hear you.

—The Miyamoto twins, Rosetta, Gabriel, Jasir, Abraham, Dib – Elián cries for each one mentioned, it is Daedalus who has to hold him up when he sees that his legs were weakening.

—You are the alpha, you must not falter.

—They are my children, their deaths hurt me.

—Still, you are the alpha and the king, don't forget that.

—Sir, we haven't finished stacking the bodies yet, some are unrecognizable. Give me a couple of hours,” he complains.

—Let someone better qualified than you do those tasks. Give the order for the pups to disperse. I know they want to help, but it would be better if the adults stayed.

—Yes, sir. Mr. Ciro, Jano contacted me. He told me to stay calm, they're fine, and that he shouldn't forget who he married—his wife's exact words.

• Thank you. – ends the call.

• Elian, I came to tell you it's not Zacchaeus. I don't know who that is, but he uses the same tricks. I'm going to Jordan to personally inspect the evacuation of my people. You don't want to be caught between two fronts.

• Of course not, I appreciate it, really Daedalus.

—You’re welcome —she turns her back on the two of them— I hope that the next time we see each other it will be under different circumstances and not these… I don’t know, maybe Ramses will allow me to have a “harem”, I will gladly marry your brother.