LETHYFEROUS
9 . TOWARDS A NEW CLAN

Fleur sat down and squeezed both hands. His mind floated on the events just a moment ago. The crystal ball shattered into pieces and nearly injured him, Hans, and Zevanya. However, the problem is about the vision that Zevanya sees.

Many times the girl gulped down the saliva, trying to calm herself down. But, as always, everything he did was in vain. Hans, who saw her, approached her with a glass of warm chocolate. He gave it to Fleur.

“Don't get too thought out,” said Hans haphazardly rubbing Fleur's back.

The girl simply nodded, then took a sip of chocolate in her cup. He's back in silence. Occasional breathing blows out of his nose and mouth.

“There must be another way to break the curse,” said the blue-eyed man. His face seemed to be enveloped by a hint of anger.

“I'm fine,” timpal Fleur. He was already a little calmer now.

“But, Fleur—”

“Hans.” Fleur turned his head, looking at the owner of those glittering blue eyes. “I'm fine,” he said.

Hans slightly lowered his head. Other than feeling useless, then what now? He as an alpha and mate of Fleur can't even do anything.

Meanwhile, Fleur touched the chin of the man beside him and raised his gaze. The two eyes meet each other. Fleur knew, though he could not break Selena's curse, but he was pretty sure that Hans would not end up like the men before him. I don't know where he got that trust.

“Thank you,” wean the green-eyed girl.

Hans could only be silent, then nodded. However, he must find a way to break the curse and be able to unite with his mate.

“I may be a little late,” said a woman who broke the couple's desire. The two turned their heads, finding Zevanya standing at the door of the room. He walked over to Fleur and Hans. “But, I just got a new vision of your curse, Fleur.”

Hans got out of bed and enthusiastically hunted down Zevanya. “What? Mention, Zevenya!”

The white-haired woman gulped. He sighed. “Maybe my guess is correct that this curse comes from what your parents have done in the past,” he said as he looked at Fleur. “If it wasn't for your mother, maybe your father did it, Fleur.”

Daddy's?

Fleur suddenly fell silent. His mind was confused to think of the figure that Zevanya had just mentioned. He looked puzzled, even as Hans looked at him.

“Fleur?” call the man.

The red-haired girl sighed. “I .. I don't remember anything about my father,” he replied.

Hans looked back at his Zevanya where the woman gave him a weak sash. The man chuckled softly. How can this matter be getting more childish now? It makes him dizzy a thousand circumference!

“My mom never told me anything about my dad,” Fleur said. “But, I've heard someone chat with my mom and say someone's name.”

The girl looked at Zevanya and Hans in turn. He sighed again while trying to roll back his past memories.

“Topaz.” Fleur spoke again. “Name Topaz.”

***

That night, Hans came out of the house in a hurry. Fleur. The girl circulated the gaze in all directions, making sure that the people there were already asleep. He followed the black-haired man in a direction.

“Hans! Hans!” pekik Fleur's.

Hans's steps stopped when he reached the middle of the forest, quite far from the village. He turned around and looked at the red-haired girl who walked up to him. His blue eyes looked sharp glistening.

“Towards the Topaz clan,” replied Hans looking resolute.

“For what?” Fleur framed the face of the man in front of him, but Hans didn't seem to want it. The man almost took off his grip. “We don't need to go there, Hans.”

Hans looked at Fleur, getting a hint implied there that he did not understand. “But that guy already made you like this, Fleur!”

“I know.” The red-haired girl slowly framed the face of the man in front of her. “You see, I'm fine. We're okay.”

Hans' blue eyes seemed to flash resolutely. He held both hands of the girl. “Everything is okay, but your fear is real, Fleur,”. “Let me help you, as I can.”

Fleur knew there was a point at which he justified Hans' speech. The man seemed sincere about fighting for her. Is this because of that bond called mate? However, if not, why would Hans still be reminded of him even after so long they had not met?

The girl sighed, then nodded. “Let me come with you,” cleanly.

Hans gulped down the saliva and nodded.

“We leave tomorrow. Okay?”

***

Early in the morning, Fleur and Hans had prepared. The zevanya sighed in annoyance, slightly grumbling. He wanted to come along, but the Alpha man forbade him and instead asked him to guard the village as long as he left. Inevitably, Zevanya had to obey because she had considered Hans as her own brother.

Two men walked through the forest. Pine trees looked towering, closer than the trees in the forest around Fleur's house. Many times the girl looked up, looking at the still somewhat dark sky. Dew and cold pierced the pores of his skin that was not covered by his thick robes and clothes.

Hans seemed to pull out an object from his pocket. The girl beside him frowned.

“This is a compass,” says Hans. “Owns Zevanya. He doesn't want me to get lost, as usual.”

Fleur laughed a little realizing Hans and Zevanya's relationship was so close that it worried for each other. He would not have to worry about his safety if a Wizard like Zevanya alone could trust a Lycan like Hans.

The girl looked back at the object hovering above Hans' palm. The shape is hexagonal horizontal with a dim golden beam coming out of each carving. “How does it work?” tanyakanya.

“He will move towards the direction we are going,” Hans replied.

Fleur still didn't understand. Until finally, Hans pulled a strand of his hair until he complained of pain. “Hei!”

The man just smirked. He placed a strand of Fleur's hair on the surface of the compass and made the object's light even brighter. A moment later, he moved, pointing in one direction.

“South,” says Hans.

“What will it take us to Topaz?” ask the green-eyed girl.

Hans nodded steadily. “How it works by detecting the same DNA as the DNA you have,” he replied. “If in the south we do not find Topaz, maybe we find another clan that has been in contact with him.”

“Topaz ... is the clan?” fleur murmuring.

“Iya,” reply Hans. “As long as I live, all I know, Topaz is the Werewolf clan name. They live isolated and are not easily detected. That's why when you mentioned the name, I immediately remembered them.” He began to walk following the direction the compass pointed in his hands. “Maybe your father is there, Fleur.”

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