Two Red Strings

Chapter 22

It surely was an unnaturally colored wolf, but it definitely wants trouble. 'Kidnapped by the Nine-Point Alliance?' She heard a gravelly voice. "Not really. Just following." She muttered, eyeing the wolf as it grinned. The wolf leapt down from the higher ground and onto her side. In a blink of an eye, replacing the wolf, a ginger haired man leaned in close to her face. His green eyes stared into her brown eyes. "You're rather... scentless... What's your name?" He seductively smirked.

Camellia frowned as she narrowed her eyes. "Not until you tell me yours." She growled. The man laughed. "Yes, yes. As a gentleman," he sarcastically bowed. "I'm Roman Quin. Nice to meet you, Scentless." He looked up to Camellia, with a face of high hopes to entertain her. Roman snickered as he adjusted the collar of his white suit. "Camellia Stargazer Kingdom." She narrowed her eyes in agitation once more.

"Do you fancy fashionable men?" Roman raised a brow. Camellia frowned. "I'd take that as a no." He swiveled around to glance around, looking elsewhere. She guessed to make sure that none of the Nine-Point Alliance members were nearby. Roman turned back to her and cautiously walked around her. "You seem... helpful... care to join me during your stay?" He asked. The brunette paused to consider. Maybe, I could find them out. She slowly nodded. Roman grinned as he led Camellia away.

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"Where's that girl?" Ross growled as everyone else prepared to move out. "She went out for a short walk, sir." A warrior gave a report. "Well her definition of 'short' is infinite." He snapped. "She'll eventually come back. Let's go first." Feliciano said, massaging his shoulder as he walked past the Alpha.

Ross scoffed and walked on. Angelina and Myosotis noticed the absence of Camellia, but neither could do anything about it. Magnolia prayed for her safety. "Magnolia!" Levi called her from the front. She whipped her head around, seeing her brother waving to her. "Coming!" She hurried over.

"Should I go and look for her?" Xiăo Lóng asked. "No. It's dangerous to go alone." Myers shook his head. His pack mate nodded at his reason, following him and her mother along.

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Camellia followed the ginger-haired wolf to another hidden location. She saw a few more wolves patrolling the premises. Smelling the unfamiliar scent, the wolves raised their heads. They saw the human and started to snarl at her. She glared at them, hoping she could intimidate them a little. Roman snarled and they backed down, forming a pathway for him. She followed him to the tents where she saw Jordan outside one of them.

He made eye contact with her, before averting his eyes. "Nicholas~!" She teased as she approached the Eurasian. Roman shifted back to his human form and adjusted his collar again. "Wait for me outside." Roman smiled to Camellia before he entered the tent. She smiled and weakly waved as he disappeared. As soon as he did, her façade vanished. In a blink of an eye, she lunged at Jordan. "So, explain this." She wrapped her long and cold hands around his neck.

Jordan, although physically stronger than Camellia, was unable to pry her fingers off. "So what if I explain?" He snapped, but gasped to catch his breath. "They're already in a moving phase." He struggled to pry Camellia's slender fingers. She gripped harder, unhappy of the answer she had just received. "Explain how you and Myers got into this mess." She growled, bringing him closer to her face.

Jordan was gasping for air before Camellia shoved him onto the ground. He coughed for a while, before Roman stepped out from the tent. "I see that you two know each other." He muttered, with some amusement in his voice. Camellia turned to Roman. "Not really." She dropped her shoulders in boredom, rolling her eyes away. The Alpha smirked, walking a distance away. When he noticed something was wrong, he turned around to see she rooted in the same place.

He beckoned her to follow. She obeyed, following him outside of the premises. They stopped a few metres outside the perimeters of the campsite. "Seeing that you may have known the Luna of White Fang for quite sometime, you must have known their code." Camellia blinked in real confusion as her face became a literal question mark. Roman's smug became a frown when he saw this. But another idea came and he grinned.

"How about this? Lead your friends to us." He suggested. Camellia rested her weight on her hips, planting her hands on them as well, clearly not buying the deal. "How about this," she started her bid, "tell me why Myers and Jordan are with Golden Bell?" She demanded. Roman raised a brow. "About that..." he rubbed his nape, looking at Jordan who had just stand up before being shoved down by another wolf-shifter.

A few more gathered around him, ridiculing him. For odd reasons, Camellia felt her anger boil inside of her. "That human kid is just a bridge to get a 'view' on that White Fang Luna. For Myers, it's quite obvious, actually." Roman grinned. She nodded, still eyeing the wolf-shifters. She clenched her fists. "So, are you in? Or out?" He asked, impatient. The brunette relaxed her hands. "I'm in." Camellia said, without hesitation, turning to the ginger.

"That's a good girl." Roman chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Instinctively, Camellia dug her nails into his hand, until he pulled away. "I see you have personal space." He mumbled, backing away. "Let's get rid of those dirty clothes of yours-," He added. "-not the jacket." She warned, distancing herself. Roman pursed his lips, hiding away his awkwardness. "Anything for a worthy member of Coffin." Roman chuckled, leading her back to the camp.

"Eradicate Coffin."

Camellia whipped her head around when she heard a husky voice. There wasn't anyone close by. She narrowed her eyes with irritation. She hurried back to the camp.

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Camellia was given a private tent, as ordered by Roman. She changed into a new set of clothes. It was a black and silver outfit, to match the pack, consisting of a long sleeved top and a pair of shorts. "I'm adding this to the Magazine when I get back." She made a mental note to self. "Bark!" She heard a dog. Looking down, she saw a black and light grey corgi. It happily wagged its tail, while its tongue was lolling out of its snout.

Camellia crouched down. She had no idea what to do, since she had never been that close to a dog. The last time she was that close to a dog was when she was 8. She hid behind Francis with Dietrich's previous rottweiler, that stood no further than 10 meters from her. Unfortunately, she started crying when the canine entered an inch into the 10 meters radius. And now, this corgi was just right in front of her. Camellia grabbed its head with one hand. "Hey petit chiot." She mumbled.

The corgi lifted its snout, nuzzling its wet nose against her wrist. Camellia lifted the canine off its stumpy legs. It still lolled its tongue out of its mouth. "Bark!" It went again. She dropped it back onto the ground and stood up. The corgi started scrambling around her legs, happily and hastily huffing and puffing. Camellia left her tent. It followed her out.

When she walked out, Camellia saw Roman talking to a blonde youth, about his age. She turned and saw the teenager. "So that's the newbie?" She heard as she joined them. "I'm Aurora Glenn Zoloto." The blonde held out her hand for a handshake. Camellia pursed her lips, hiding her hands behind her back. Aurora awkwardly recoiled, nervously smiling. "I see that she's... shy." Aurora commented. "But, she's going to help us lead White Fang and the rest to us." Roman added.

"You're right... right now, Cinder should be fighting Yellow Sand and All Blue at the moment." Aurora played with her long hair. That simple action reminded her of Clara. She felt like pulling every strand of it out of her skull. "And Edward?" Roman asked. "He'd recently made contact with the other packs." Camellia's eyes widen for a second before she regain composure.

Aurora turned to Camellia. "You." She called to her. "You are going to lure that Magnolia to Moonlit Lake. I'll take it from there." She obediently nodded, thinking of a way to counter their ambush.