True Alpha’s Chosen Mate

Chapter 133 – The Forgotten History, The Oracle, And The Warning.

"Leave that wolf while it's early."

The space between my brows furrowed, watching Bowie give me a side-eye. Bowie was kind and sweet. Although he wasn't too friendly with Hugo, they had found the same equilibrium. At least, they didn't try to hurt each other. But… I didn't think Bowie would say such words to me. 

'Don't covet what isn't yours.' Bowie peeled his gaze ahead. 'Greed is what started the holy war and what nearly pushed our Tarsa tribe to extinction. The forgotten history… I hope history won't repeat itself. Werewolves and vampires, gods and demons, and all creatures will be punished. The world might as well reset.'

"Bowie, I can't understand," I whispered.

This time, Bowie stood on his paws. He walked over in front of me. 

'Come with me, little girl. On my back.' he cocked his head back, telling me to ride on his back. 'I will show you to a place we, the Tarsa tribe, protected all our lives.'

I stared at him hesitatingly before I huffed. I carefully stood up, gazing up at the tree where Edge was sitting like a bird. 

'He can come.' I nodded at Bowie's remarks.

"Edge, I will go with Bowie. You can follow if you like." I smiled at Edge. I didn't idle as I got up at Bowie's broad back. It felt like sitting on the bed, but I didn't admire it for too long as we headed deep into the forest.

Bears could par a werewolf's strength, but they lack agility. So, it took us quite some time before reaching our destination. My eyes dilated, seeing stone relics covered with grass coming into sight. I looked around, seeing a few more stones engraved with a language I couldn't understand. 

'Tell your friend to keep his distance.' I snapped my eyes, glancing down at Bowie. I nodded with closed lips, but when I looked back, Edge already stopped from a good distance. Still, I told him to stay there since this place seemed a very important place for the bears. 

Bowie stopped in the middle of the three stone relics formed into a circle. I looked at each of them, brows furrowing. This place felt different, I thought. 

'These are the stones I, along with the guardians, have been protecting,' he explained while we approached one stone. 

"Bowie, can you read what is written there?" I asked, gazing at the letters I have never seen before.

'Yes.' I looked down in surprise. 'Every tribe leader passes this knowledge so we can pass it to the next.'

I remained quiet, raising my eyes again at the carvings. They appeared old and went through a countless cycle of seasons, with vines spiraling around them. I hopped out of the bear's back and approached the stone relic for a closer look. 

'These relics contain the history that is long forgotten, an oracle, and a warning,' Bowie continued solemnly while I listened in silence. 'Little girl, the Tarsa tribe only had one purpose. That is to wait for someone.'

I looked back, brows furrowed. "Wait for someone?" 

'The details carved in these stones are only known to the tribe leader. But every bear protects it, for it is important not only for our Tarsa tribe but to this world.' Bowie paused, eyes on the relic. 'The birth of the first wolf resulted in inevitable destruction. His existence is the very symbol of inevitability, ferocity, strength, and destiny. 

A long time ago, according to history, in order to stop the wolf's madness, the moon goddess who created the first Lycan joined hands with the god of the underworld. Their alliance gave birth to what everyone now called vampires. 

But alas, Lycans and vampires developed and strayed from their purpose, for they had hearts and raging emotions. A terrible mistake was borne from the forbidden. Time passed and their purpose slowly took form as a simple revulsion; werewolves and vampires grew large in numbers for the inevitable war. 

That was the great holy war — a war that even the gods had to intervene in. For the victor planned the deaths of gods and surpass them.

During that time in history, the Tarsa tribe was one casualty among the many. Since our race was messengers of the moon goddess, we had no choice but to use everything for us to survive. Even if it means sacrificing a part of us and losing our voice.

That is the brief history of the tangled fates of the creations that should never have existed in the first place.' 

Bowie paused, walking towards me until he was beside me. He raised his head at the relic I was staring at.

'The great war didn't end, little girl. It is simply put on hold with the god's intervention. But alas, one day… it will continue to end what they had started. The moon goddess was aware it was only a matter of time. Hence, she sent a warning and an oracle. It says;

gods will not intervene when the wolf and the child of evil meet again. Do not let the lamb go astray for it will determine the life's conclusion.'

I gazed at Bowie with an incomprehensible look in my eyes. This… was an important piece. Why was he telling me this?

'Lamb.' My breath hitched when he looked me in the eye. 'That wolf… is not the wolf you are looking for. Let him lead the path meant for him because every decision you will make from this moment on will determine whether to restore or destroy.'

"Bowie…" I clutched my hand into a fist, holding it closer to my chest. This was too much information, and it was too confusing. A lamb who will determine whether to restore or destroy? How could a lamb do that? Aside from hearing the bear's voices, there wasn't anything special to her. Was Bowie mistaken?

'Regardless of your decision, the bears will follow the lamb… just like the wolf.. I will respect your decision, but I hope you will think about the consequences because life led you to this moment.'