Chapter 35: The Hebrew Language

Hazel ran all the way to the throne hall.

When she stepped inside, she saw Rita showing the silver chain to Alexander. He frowned as he looked at the strange writing. " That’s weird, but wait. Hebrew?" he muttered.

He quickly took the chain from Rita and examined it. The moment his fingers touched it, his expression changed. He quickly dropped it back into Rita’s hand, with a look of discomfort. "Pure silver made into a moon chain."

He glanced at Caius, who was sitting on the high throne. He seem to miss the throne so much.

Caius raised one brow. "Why would I care about her chain?"

He reached up and removed the clips that held his long white hair. The hair fell down like soft moonlight, shining under the hall lights. It was thick, perfect, and almost unreal.

Hazel stared at him in pure awe. He looked dangerously handsome — no, he looked beautiful. Her fingers itched to touch that white hair. She had never seen hair like that in real life. She had only heard about it in old history books.

Rita glanced at Ethan, who was pretending not to pay attention. She sighed and walked up the steps to Caius’s throne. She bowed respectfully.

"Your Majesty, Susan and I have been trying to locate the curse as you ordered, but we could not find any clue."

Caius looked down at her and frowned. "Then it means you lack punishment..."

Rita flinched. "No, not that. The person who cursed her was not a witch. I think it was done either for her protection... or on purpose."

Caius let out a tired sigh. He already hated this situation. "So, what’s with the pendant?"

"The chain was also given by the same person," Rita explained. "We went to her parents. The way they described the stranger seemed strange. They knew something, but they were warned not to reveal the person’s identity."

Caius looked surprised. "Gabriel hid something from me?"

Rita shook her head. "The message on the chain is written in Hebrew. And the kind of energy I feel from it... is connected to you."

Alexander and Ethan both turned their eyes to Hazel, then looked at Rita with growing amusement.

"Ohh my..." Alexander said. In a flash he leapt in front of Rita. He quickly pulled out a thin glove, put it on, and carefully picked up the chain again. After a moment he smirked.

"Oh my gosh... "Tid’agi la-yare’akh ha-malkhuti..."

Caius, who had just taken a sip of tea, choked hard immediately he heard him.

The High Priest, who had just entered the hall, rushed forward with a worried face. She climbed the steps to the throne and bowed quickly.

"Are you okay, Your Majesty?"

Not long, more than a hundred bodyguards poured into the hall, dragging all the kitchen maids with them.

"Oh please!" Hazel looked at the chaos in surprise. It was just a normal cough, yet it looked like fifty wolves had almost lost their lives.

Ethan smiled and folded his arms. Alexander tried hard to hold back his own smile and looked completely innocent. "What does that mean, Ethan?" Alexander asked playfully.

Ethan simply closed his eyes and said nothing.

Caius waved his hand lazily. "I’m okay."

Everyone slowly went back to normal. Most of the maids were seeing Caius for the first time in their lives. They stared at him in shock. They never imagined the legendary werewolf king could look this beautiful. Where did all the scary stories come from?

Caius rose from his throne. His heavy royal clothes moved with him as he walked toward Rita. He took the chain from her and read the words again in disbelief.

"Tid’agi la-yare’akh ha-malkhuti?" He looked at Hazel and scoffed. "You’ve got to be kidding me."

Without another word he turned around and left the throne hall with the chain. Behind him, Alexander and even the quiet Ethan suddenly burst into loud laughter.

Rita looked completely confused. She still did not understand what the words meant.

Alexander grinned and leapt toward Hazel so fast that she stepped back nervously. She had never seen a werewolf move that quickly.

"Finally," he said with a wide smile. "Someone was designed as a personal weapon against the mighty Caius." He narrowed his eyes. "But how are you able to hold a chain made of pure silver?"

Rita stared at Hazel in a daze. "That’s a mystery," she murmured.

Hazel looked up at the tall Alexander and sighed. It was still hard to believe she was standing in front of one of the highest leaders of the werewolf council.

[ Author note: Wolf council people is different from Immortal council. The immortal council is the territory for all the existing immortal races. The werewolves council is located at Balisa, the werewolves territory]

"I don’t know, Third Commander." Hazel said nervously

Alexander nodded. "Let’s start training your body." He suddenly turned around. "Follow me."

Rita chuckled behind them. "Bad choice, girl. He’s the strictest master. I would have preferred Azula, Janet, or Akeelah."

Hazel looked at Alexander’s playful back in shock.

"Well... good luck!!" Rita called out.

Hazel quickly ran a few steps to catch up with Alexander. "Can you tell me the meaning of what was written on that pendant?" she asked.

Alexander chuckled and stopped walking. He looked at her with a small smirk. "Take care of the moon."

Hazel blinked in confusion. " The moon ?"

Alexander turned fully toward her. His smile grew deeper. " Of course, that’s his third name" then he grinned. "Don’t worry. He already knows who cursed you."

Then he paused. "But there’s another mystery."He looked at Hazel. "How are you able to hold a chain made of pure silver?"

Hazel looked down at her hands. She had never thought about it. Silver should burn werewolves. Yet she had been wearing that chain without feeling anything.

Rita stared at her too. " That’s not mystery," she whispered. " That’s creepy "

Hazel sighed.

She looked at Alex. It was still difficult to believe that she was standing among the Werewolf Council. A few weeks ago, she had only been Hazel from Blackwood. Now she was somehow connected to Caius, the most feared Werewolf King in history.

Alex turned the entrance" Okay, common. Let’s start training your body, I can’t let you die under him" he chuckled. " Follow me"