Code Collector

Chapter 180: The Wolf's Bride

The woman's eyes widen and she curled down to a ball, gently rockint herself and whispering incoherent words to herself.

"What's wrong?" Allen asked. "What happened?"

"I'm not from this world. And the one I came from has anger towards me," the woman said. "Please, don't let them take me. They will kill me."

Allen looked at Gwen, just in time for Jeremy to open the door. "Did you hear oh, my god. What happened?"

It wasn't long before Gary came inside and now the four of them surrounded the panicked woman. She was still whispering the words to herself while saying, "Please don't let them take me," multiple times in between.

"What was that sound from outside?" Allen asked to which Jeremy and Gary shrugged to answer him no. "I'll go find out myself then."

The boy summoned Oliver and let him run outside to see wha the explosion was. It was quite odd to how there was a loud sound but there was no wave of energy whatsoever. It was like the sound existed on its own without having the actual explosion.

After a couple of minutes, they woman fell asleep and she was being bathed by Gwen before she could be placed on the bed. Even though her injuries were healed, her entire body was still covered with blood and it would be inappropriate for Allen to bathe her.

"Who was that woman?" Jeremy asked. "And what was she doing in a bloodied wedding dress?"

"I found her like this, all wounded up as if something inexplicably chased her down," Allen replied. "It was odd. There were claw marks, but there were also sword marks. It's like someone who had a claw and a sword all in one, like a beast."

Howl.

Their heads turned to the window area where a large humanoid wolf stood on top of the adjacent building. Allen immediately sent Oliver right the area to inspect. There were several more of him.

They looked like tall humans in the range of seven feet or more while their build were huge and heavily muscled. Some of these folks had armor with them, which included swords and other kind of weapons.

Perhaps the biggest feature among these people was the fact that their skin and head were wolves. Their eyes ranged from bright yellow, from the single wolf that stood on the roof, and more pale shade of gold. The pale shade was held by the ones on the ground, the army which Oliver was suspecting to be composed of at least one hundred.

"This is bad," Allen said. "I think I know who they're coming for."

Judging from the large hands of these humanoid wolves, their claws could be responsible for the claw marks. And the swords from the soldiers below could be responsible for the sword cuts on the woman's gown.

"Guys!" Gwen yelled from the bathroom. Allen, who didn't want to move, sent Stacey there only to gasp at the sight. The supposed bride was now naked, but it's not a she, but a he. "It's not a woman."

"Maybe this is the reason that they come after her?" Allen asked through Stacey. "Dress her up. We have to talk to these folks. My ability does not work on them, so I can't read how much power they have."

Gwen nodded and looked for some clothes in Allen's closet while the latter told his friend about the situation. It was lucky that the werewolves were still not doing anything and Oliver can see if they try something, so they could react on time.

"We got Kenneth-ed" Jeremy trailed off. "Again?"

Kenneth-ed was a term they used when a man dresses up as a woman and they believed him. The first one that they saw doing this was the former Primordial Bunny Bearer, Kenneth. Since then, Jeremy and Gary have been using this term.

"You could say that we did," Allen replied. "But that's the least of our problems. More and more people had been watching the wolves outside. They're being investigated and I think that they are coming for that bride."

"But what do we do?" Jeremy asked. "We don't know if they even speak our language or something."

A Hunter went to the roof where the golden eyed werewolf was. Allen saw that this man had a thirty thousand power, so he is quite strong. He walked up to the wolf who towered his size.

"Excuse me," the man tried to talk. "Is this some sort of prank?"

"Give us our queen!" the werewolf said. He was only speaking normally, but his voice was so loud that it reached up to the entire camp. "We won't harm anyone if you hand over our queen right now. He has yet to finish his rights of passage."

"Queen? Your queen is a he?" the Hunter chuckled, causing the wolf to look at him.

"Is there something funny?" the wolf asked to which the Hunter shrugged.

"I don't know, man," the Hunter said, chuckling again. "I just find it odd for a queen to be a man. Well, repeating it like that, it is quite funny"

Before he could even finish, his head started to roll down the roof. The crowd that watched the scene was silent, even Allen who was looking through Oliver's eyes was silent. For a Hunter who has thirty thousand power, he should at least felt the attack and tried to move.

But he didn't. Allen barely saw the slashing of the wolf's claw through the man's neck. If he blinked for even half the time that the wolf attacked, he would've missed it.

75,000

Now, the number appeared on top of the wolf. Allen was horrified after seeing the digits. This was more than the power of his friends, and since they're not far behind him, it might be higher than his. A disadvantage with the skill he got was that he couldn't see his own power. He judged his own power by how high the number of his opponents he took down.

Fantasia had a number of a whopping 70,000. Even her was shy of five thousand behind this wolf. If Allen could beat her, his power must be around this man. But he still can't take the risk. He didn't want to commit suicide.

Allen watched the soldiers and found out that each of them had 50,000 power. It's not near their leader, but it was still a huge gap between them and the top Hunters in their camp, or even in Paradise.

They needed help from the higher worlds. There's no other way. They can't defeat these wolves on their own.

"Give us our queen," the wolf said. "Or else we will take everything here, man, woman, and child."

"Lucky for us, there are no children here," Allen made Oliver spoke. This was the only way he could get the information he needed while his original body try to wake the Bearers up. "We don't want a fight, so please, state your intentions."

"I told you my intentions," the wolf said. "We want our queen back and we know she's right on that room. People are hiding her from us."

"I'm Oliver," Allen introduced. "And I am here to ask you what happened and what's going on. That's how I want you to respond."

The wolf seemed to be taken aback by Allen's statement, but he still complied. "I am Turon, King of the Lycans, and my bride deceived me. He had a smell of a female Lycan, but it turned out, he is a male. On the night of our wedding when I saw his true self, he felt too afraid and ran away. Now, we want him back."

"To kill him?" Allen asked to which Turon answered with a shaking of his head.

"Why would I want to kill my bride?" Turon asked, to which made Allen narrow of his eyes. "He lied to me and deceived me, but I do not love him less. I have plans on adopting close relative's children for us to raise. I want my bride."

"Then why did he ended up with wounds?" Allen asked. "He was almost dead when I found her. Why do you want to kill your bride if you said you love her?"

This seem to have made Turon confused. "But I didn't hurt my bride, nor did my men. I chased him when he went out of the castle and into the forest, that's where I lost him."

"Then why did he say that you're trying to kill him?" Allen asked. "He begged us not to let you take him away."

"Leniel" Turon trailed off. "He said that?"

"While curling on his knees and rocking himself," Allen said. "He doesn't want you."

"He doesn't?" Turon asked.

Another wolf which wore the same clothing as Turon stepped forward. He walked beside Turon to which Allen felt odd. "Leniel wants you, brother."

"He do?" Turon turned to face the other wolf.

The other wolf smiled and then raised a dagger. "It's us that Don want him!"

Slash.