Chapter 151 - The king wolf

With his eyes closed, Aethelwulf remained frozen in time. His thoughts and vision were the only things that worked, and even the hands of the large clock over the bedroom door didn't move.

“Moon Goddess, what’s going on?”

Coming from the same light where the child came before, a beautiful woman silently approaches the king. He doesn't see her because his eyes are closed so as not to see the same horror again.

- My poor son. So tired, so hurt, so lost and confused.

When the King opens his eyes and looks at the woman's beautiful features, he immediately knows who is in front of him. He lowers his eyes, as his head won't move from the same place. A mere mortal, much less a mortal like him, was not worthy of looking the Goddess in the eyes.

- I know you don't understand what's happening, but I'll try to make you understand. That child you saw die over and over again is the beloved son of Airon and Lysander. A beautiful child blessed by me, too young to understand the way he died. He died