Offered to the Triplet Alphas

Chapter 81

Chapter-81. The first lecture

[Xanthea]

It took me about five minutes to reach Azum's library.

As I jogged closer to the library, I heard the crackling noises of the lightning coming from within.

Oh no!

"Zosha-"

I was about to open the double door of the library, but I stopped, panting slowly.

The pressure of the power that came from beyond the door was enough to root me where I stood.

Zosha was having a power outburst. If I entered now, I'd be killed in seconds.

I can't be reckless this time.

Something must have triggered her again.

I clenched my fists and took a deep breath.

"Zosha..." I called out in a calm tone. She might not respond, but I knew she could hear me. "I know you are trying to control your powers. I know you are trying to fight. Keep fighting!"

The air crackled with static electricity and the door rattled violently, as if a hurricane raged just beyond it.

"Don't give up! I'm right here!" I cried, placing my hand on the door.

The door stopped shaking, and I felt a push from the other side, as if Zosha had placed her hand against it. "Please..." came Zosha's faint voice.

"Zosha..."

"Please... just go away!" she screamed.

"No, Zosha, I-"

I gasped as the bolts of lightning dendritically cracked the door and burst out through it, crackling and sparking.

I stepped back, and suddenly everything slowed down.

I could clearly see the lightning threads zap through the air as they shot toward me.

Bracing myself, I clenched my jaw.

There wasn't enough time to dodge.

Damn it!

Raven-

Something struck my body, hurling me backward. Lana had leaped between me and the lightning, her wings expanding to twice their size, absorbing every spark.

"No! Lana! Uh-ugh!" I stretched out my hand toward her before my back slammed into the wall, knocking air right off my lungs as I crumpled to the floor.

Everything happened so fast that by the time I got a hold of myself and looked at Lana again, she was lying on the floor, her body completely disfigured, her wings perforated and partially detached from her body. The door of the library was wide open, filled with the fading flickers of light bursting out from gaps between the overgrown vines that had coiled itself around Zosha's body like bandages around a mummy. "Lana! Zosha!"

I scrambled closer to Lana. By then, even the last ounce of Zosha's power had dispersed. Gathering Lana's body into my arms, I pulled her onto my lap and struggled to my feet. "Lana! Hold on, I'll take you to the hospita-"

Suddenly, Lana's body convulsed and slipped from my arms, hitting the floor. I gaped at her in dread.

"Alpha warned me about the cat's power, but..."

green, waves rippling beneath her skin. Her face returned to normal, and green scintillas swirled around her like fireflies, restoring most of her body. However, red patches lingered on her arms and neck, and her wings remained perforated

smirked, jerking her wrists firmly together

from the vines

broke into a mocking

you can't heal even a fly. Shame on you," Lana humphed at Zosha. "Double shame for all the wasted potential you hold by not controlling the healing powers that could have been on par with a dragon's. Triple shame on you for being so stupid. When

thorns sprung out of the vines,

eyes widened as I realized Lana could control and manipulate the plants and their growth. In some intricately complex way, her powers complemented

hand over

he chose Lana as my healing partner because he knew something like this might happen. He considered all possibilities and thought

Zosha through Lana. Or was it a coincidence, and

the dilemmas in my mind

Lana said, glancing toward the extreme corner of the library. Behind the fluttering curtains was a giant bud

them. Squatting near

Azum said, breathing heavily as he looked into my eyes. "They were there, waiting for her. It was a trap. Kieth wants her gone not just from Helxton, but from this pack as well. He planned all this. He knew Zosha would try to help this

"What?"

of them are severely injured. The back up will be here any time. I can't let them catch her. They'll crush her. They'll end her. They'll imprison her in the Novem pack. Once she's in that accursed place, there will be no escape for her.

as I turned back and

was covered in wounds from the thorny stabs. Blood trickled from her injuries, but the electricity coursing through

bag and pulled out a fit-it-all, searching

Zosha had a power outburst, then the kid

kid's fine. Zosha was able to protect the kid and me from her powers, thanks to

I tensed

in the forest. Her outbursts are still out of her control, but like you saw, she's

got up, still cradling the kid against his chest, and trudged to

near Zosha, he gently placed

wrapped his palms around it and started playing a soothing melody. The tune was

seconds of hearing that relaxing music, my body felt lighter, as if floating in the air. Mesmerized,

feel like it was healing; it was actually healing. And not

a deeper, more peaceful sleep than before. The red patches on Lana's skin had faded, and the ache in my

the organ

a faerie princess without her permission?" Lana glared at

forget to visit 00005s.org for the full experience. You won't find the next chapter anywhere

near Lana. His expressions grew bluer as he

here any time," Azum nervously glanced towards the door and then gave Lana an apologetic smile. "But your wings. They'll need special care to heal-" "I am very much capable of healing them

case, keep this and apply it on your wings twice a day

you should take Zosha

looked at me, got to his feet, and shook his

do that," he

"M-me?"

had stopped looking for. I know I am asking for too much..." he clenched his jaws. "But... can you

fit-it-all in my fist and lowered

someone when I myself am at the mercy of the demon

are here today of all times means something. Tabun, unmei kamoshirenai

tilted

at me

no tamashii no uta (You. Your soul song). The harmony your soul song creates with hers creates

"My soul song?"

toward the distant sound of footsteps echoing

his voice dominated by the determination

breaths turned shallow, my fingers growing cold with

the unconscious child, clutching the fit-it-all before

nothing to decide or choose.

panic. Think, Xanthea.

raced, grasping for any solution when my

can hide them here for

overcoat fluttering as he partially shut the doors, obscuring us

fit-it-all. Just then, with a pop and whizz, Boredbones shot out of the pouch, grabbed Zosha

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