Countless werewolf alliance spreads began to seem everywhere. The mages also because the hunters swiftly killed the werewolves who had began to attack the various weak humans. Meanwhile, the key to all or any of this is often Rumi's lover, William. Will they achieve killing the savage werewolves? Or vice versa? they're going to lose and sink into their defeat?
When I was closer to them, I could hear their voices scorning each other in high pitched, emotional tones. They made me worried and surprised. My eyes drifted to Sheryl , hoping that my best friend would be able to help as I tried to separate Peter and Will. But I saw he was chatting with Kayra and Elder Nobi, then I gave up asking for his help. I have to be able to sort them out alone. I said in my heart i. Then move forward with confidence.
"Peter! Will!" I exclaimed with furrowed brows.
Suddenly my call made them immediately turn to face me.
"Miss Rumi," said Peter.
"What is it, Miss?" Will asked doubtfully.
"Why are you guys fighting ?" I said then.
They looked at each other questioningly.
"Who's fighting, Miss?" Peter pretended not to understand.
"Of course you guys! Don't pretend you don't understand!" I'm getting annoyed with their behavior.
Will took a deep breath , "we didn't fight. It's just that our conversation is like this. You know, old friend. Isn't that right, Peter?" he and I both glanced at Peter.
Peter nodded his head with a sweet smile on his lips, assuring me that what happened to them was not what I expected.
In the end I believed them, though I wasn't too sure. "No wonder Peter was so shocked that he couldn't believe he saw Will," I said again.
They smiled widely. I smiled back at them, "By the way, just call me Rumi. No need to use Miss. It's a bit too uncomfortable to hear you call me that."
Suddenly Will's smile turned into an amused laugh. My eyes glared at him. Meanwhile, Peter was confused by the behavior of the young man who called him an old friend.
I exhaled loudly to regain my composure, "I'm not interested in you guys anymore!" I snapped by looking away.
Peter glared, "why is that? We've only just gotten to know each other... and I'll be your nominee soon, won't I?" he was worried about my statement.
"Cancel. You're not my type of candidate." I answered without looking at him.
Then Will said confidently, "because I am Rumi's real candidate. And we're getting married this weekend, right?"
My eyes widen, then look at Will with annoyance, "you're still with that nonsense of yours?"
"I'm not joking, Rumi. I'm seriously." Will said it firmly.
Peter looked down. Kes edihan inflamed in him. "I just step back, let Will come forward to be your candidate."
"You guys are weird!" without answering Will and Peter's words, I turned away from them in amazement and confusion.
"Wait a minute," I stopped . "Why is it like there's nothing strange here? After all, we'd just all been overwhelmed by Will and thought he was a nuisance for his weird outfit. Is this all included in the magic effect too?" My mind kept spinning about the events that just happened and what happened after.
While he was thinking, suddenly heard a loud howl of a wolf from the roof of the house. We who were below him suddenly looked up, and made clear our hearing.
AAAUUU!!!
The howl grew louder and closer. Panic began to creep in. Dad, assisted by his friends tried to calm us all down. Countless guests were running frantically towards the front door heading outside.
Although thousands of people frantically and quickly passed by me, but not a single one of them hit or pushed me. This is a miracle in my opinion. Possible.
I was glued to the spot. Feelings of fear and curiosity, began to approach.
Peter and Will were half running toward me. They stood swiftly on either side.
"Don't worry, Rumi. We're here." Will said.
"What really happened?" I asked then hesitantly.
"Looks like the werewolves are in action." said Peter.
I glared and was shocked, my breathing started to become irregular again. "You mean they will eat us? Like in history?"
They both lowered their heads slowly, then raised them again with sharp, cold, and serious gazes. "That's a possibility ," Will replied quietly.
"I have to meet my family." I said stepping but Peter stopped me.
"Do not! It's too dangerous." Peter blocked me with his body. I looked up furiously at his face.
Will looked cynically at us. "I'll take you," he said then.
Then I turned to see Will who was the same height as Peter, "okay."
We left Peter alone. He lowered his head. I don't know what made him like that, I don't know.
Will held my hand tightly. And I don't care about that. What I'm worried about right now is the state of my family in the midst of this chaos.
There was absolutely no sound from Mom, Dad, or my two sisters calling out or panicking like the others.
While looking for them, suddenly all those who were running stopped in place. Will held my hand even tighter that it seemed hard to let go.
He looked up at the ceiling. We all looked at each other in fear. "What's the matter, Will?" I asked in the midst of his concentration on the roof.
He didn't answer. Then suddenly he looked at the door of the house and shouted loudly, "GET AWAY FROM THERE!!!" his eyes bulged in that direction.
BRUUGGGHHH
The roof of the house near the door, which was made of stone and earth, immediately collapsed on some of the guests under it. The panic is getting worse. And I can't find my family.
The screams of the women and children, as well as the panicked screams of the men made the youths there frantic. Those who originally wanted to see the cause of the collapse of the roof of the house, became timid and went back to hiding among other old people.
AAAUUUU!!!
GURUDUGGG GURUDUGGG GURUDUGGG
A commotion from outside the house quickly silenced the panic in the room. Our eyes and ears focused on the noise. There was also the sound of several steps approaching the door of the house. And the owners of that move were the ruthless and cruel werewolves.
We were all frightened, seeing the descendants of the werewolves who had turned wild. Seen from their furry snout, a lot of fresh blood there. Until scattered, littering the floor.
Will grew wary. He told me to back off with his hand. Then he released his grip and muttered silently.
The werewolves were watching us all viciously. People shrug their shoulders. Men hug the women and children they love tightly.
Suddenly the werewolves howled in unison. Makes the hair on the neck stand up and the fear creeps up on the body.
There were five werewolves at the door. They started to move, approaching the people who were in close proximity to them.
The humans retreated slowly as the beasts drew closer to them.
"What should we do, Will?" I looked at Will who was on standby.
"Take them all to the back. I'll keep the beasts here." Will answered without turning to me. His gaze was so sharp and serious.
I sighed that was still irregular, "how?"
Hearing my stupid question, Will closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then turned to me, "I'll go face them. And you took these people by leading them away from me. Understand?"
"But... why don't you just use your magic?"
"The influence of the werewolves has weakened my magic. And I can't use my magic for the time being. But I can use my physical strength to restrain them. And that's enough for now. Hurry up, we don't have much time!" Will turned and walked away from me.
Confusion surrounds me now. Immediately I followed Will's footsteps and shouted out to him, "Will!"
Will stopped and turned his head, "what else?" he asked irritably.
I walked over to him until there was no distance between us, then took his stern face in both hands, and brought his face close to mine. Then kissed her soft lips and said, "I believe in you."
Will's eyes widen, then he responds by hugging my smaller body. And whispered in the ear, "thank you, Rumi."
After finishing the first book, now Rumi's journey to find his sister continues into the second book. Rumi and Will who continue their adventure by taking the dangers that always come their way. Can they meet Reyna, and defeat Hans the werewolf who is the cause of this war?
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