CHAPTER 344: WAS THE CHOICE REALLY OBSESSION OVER FEAR?

[GREALOR]

"Are you sure about that?" Zula asked as she struggled to breathe in and out. She couldn’t believe that this was possible and she needed to be certain. If he had to, she would check inside the willy wolf’s head to confirm it.

There was just no way that Sanji would be on the battlefield after all that they had all gone through. It made absolutely no sense and right now, Zula was having a hard time believing the kid.

"You can confirm it yourself," Ciel said invitingly. He knew that this was not what anyone had expected and the shock on Zula’s face was all he needed to know that the man on the battlefield was not exactly part of the plan.

"Don’t you lie to me," Zula warned as she touched the wolf’s temple and sneaked through the memories. She hated what she was already thinking, but she had to confirm it herself.

It was the only way for the sake of her sanity because she couldn’t have their best warrior out there mingling with the enemy. It wouldn’t make any sense regardless of the circumstances thrown at them.

There had to be a mistake in here, a plan that she hadn’t known of, which was even weird because she had always been ready with all the plans for the Furfantes.

However, this was not it.

They hadn’t discussed it ever.

"So, what will you do now?" Ciel asked and Zula sighed. She knew that this was not how shit was supposed to be and that there was a high chance they had to change their plans.

But would it matter if the Lycans had managed to get to the smartest of them all?

Would it ever make sense for them to be out there, or would she dismiss it and act like she didn’t just see a real threat to the plans that had taken them months and endless years to plot?

This was not how it was all to go; then again, it wasn’t like there was a manual to what life would throw at them over time, right? But even then, it wasn’t supposed to wind up like this, and that much was obvious.

"Stick to the original plan. Ashton is already preparing the Grealor warriors. Gabriel is distracting thee Lycans and the rest of us must keep going, Igor must be put down. It is the only way," Zula insisted.

Ciel could see the way the woman had changed. He could see the cracks that had shown in her demeanor and he knew that this was not just going to be them playing nice anymore.

It was evident that the plans had almost been derailed and with Sanjiro out there fighting the very people they were supposed to use to get Igor Konstantin, they had to make a choice.

They had to figure out what part of the original plan needed to be scrapped and maybe that was why Zula was pacing in her hut like this was not the end of the road for them.

Maybe it was because of Ciel’s determination for revenge or Zula’s adamance to ruin everything that was related to her brother. It was a little harder to tell what she was fighting for at this point.

It was obvious that Kawai was never going to go down easily, especially with the bold move that had just been announced. This was the reminder that there was always going to be war.

No one would be spared and they had to be ready for the worst.

"Okay," Ciel said before adding, "I’ll get going then. Be careful Zula. Don’t be too emotional and fuck things up. Who knows, maybe this is also part of Sanjiro’s plan, yeah?"

"Leave," Zula growled harshly.

Ciel sighed before heading back to the battlefield. He knew that what they were up against wasn’t as easy to embrace. He was aware that the Lycans were the worst of them all and he had seen it for himself.

Perhaps if he fought with a few of them he would be able to fight and learn what it meant to be against the Lycans. Maybe he would be able to see their fighting skills and techniques and see where he could use them.

It was almost a losing game, but they had to win, it was the only way. Honestly, that was slowly sinigrin Ciel’s mind because if they failed, then no one would even remember them.

They would all be swept under the title of a race that tried to fuck with the Kawai Lycans and lost in the worst of ways. Which was why losing was not something they couldn’t all afford at the moment.

"Come, everyone. Go home. Grealor is waiting!" Ciel shouted and the rogues growled at him. They were not ready to leave the free lands that were not bound by any rules, for a pack that was bound by a thousand and one rules.

It was understandable, truly because at the end of the day, there would be no other option for them. There was no certainty in the way things had turned out, and the rogues were skeptical.

Grealor would prosecute them for crimes that didn’t even know of and that was not enough assurance. But what if that was just their assumption? What if Grealor needed them in the long war for their benefit?

"You will kill us all! We’d rather die on the battlefield!" some of them shouted and Ciel sighed. He knew what this was like and he knew they needed the reassurance of the Grealor alpha for that.

But if they hadn’t even trusted Gabriel when the alpha had come for them, what were the odds that they would let the man who had lost a mate tell them what to do? What if there was always going to be a battle and they needed to regroup?

"Grealor signed the refugee shelter treaty on the night of the Kawai massacre!" Ciel shouted and the battlefield went quiet. It was not something to be proud of, and it made their pack look even guiltier, but something had to give.

"What did you just say?" Gabriel spoke, interrupting the silence.

"Your father signed the treaty. He knew a day like this would come," Ciel said a little too confidently, and the Lycans stared at him with rage. Yes, he loved it.

He loved the pure rage directed toward him because he was preparing himself for even worse aspects of rage. He would kill Lord Sadako, and that would lead to Lycan coming after him.

But Ciel wouldn’t be scared of them, he wasn’t even scared of the Lycans he was provoking at the moment. It was almost like he was suicidal, only that shit was a tad too complicated for the moment.

This wasn’t how shit was supposed to come to light and judging by the shock on Gabe’s face, Ciel could tell that Gabe didn’t know this. Then again, he had learned all of this while interacting with Zula in the past few weeks.

It was the only way to know the ins and outs of what they had to do. They needed security and reassurance that the Furfantes wouldn’t abandon Grealor when shit hit the fan and that had been it.

They had gotten to learn the deepest darkest secrets of the pack that was glorified by many as the largest and the best of them all. It wasn’t right, but it was a need.

"What the fuck?" Gabe asked.