I Became A Zompirewolf

People often see truth from different perspectives, as a result, their narratives of the same events are bound to be completely different. Just like it was for Jonathan who was still having a tough time in taking a side between Mera and Ashton.

"If only those who would et along, conquering the continent wouldn't have been an impossible task." He sighed heavily.

Jonathan was in his private chambers all alone, gazing out of his window. The silence he used to cherish so much was now driving his crazy. The look on his face wasn't of a king but of a man who had gotten lost from the path he had carved for himself.

He wasn't the confident man he had been just a few days ago, all because his daughter decided to disregard his warnings and went ahead with her pitiful plan of taming the brat. He knew about the attack Mera was planning against Ashton long before she even put it into action.

But back then he couldn't stop her. Not because he didn't want to, but because he thought as long as she did not kill the boy, everything should be fine. The two of them would work together and he would achieve what he desired the most... complete control over the werewolves.

He was so sure of Mera's success that he even came up with the excuse of the portal being destroyed when Sheera contacted him. All in hopes that Mera would be able to take care of Ashton before he eventually made his way to the city.

It was only when he heard Sheera's report of the incident did he mobilise his army. However, it wasn't to save Ashton but to save Mera.

The moment he was informed that Ashton was using explosives that could harm and even kill werewolves, Jonathan realised the boy had already predicted something was about to happen and had prepared accordingly.

Thus Jonathan raced to the battlefield, praying to god that he reached there before Ashton could defeat Mera, or worse, kill her.

Sadly, what Jonathan wasn't aware of was the fact that Mera was using one of her precious clones to do her dirty work this time. Otherwise, he would have allowed Ashton to kill the clone and have his 'revenge', while Mera was safely hidden somewhere else.

That would have been the true win-win scenario. However, he intervened and by the time he realised he was defending a clone, it was already too late to back down and let Ashton kill her because it was no secret to him how much he cared about Mera as her father.

But he didn't need to do anything as Ashton already seemed to know that the Mera he was fighting was nothing but a cheap clone. How did Ashton knew about the existence of the clones was a mystery to Jonathan, as him, Mera and a couple of others were the only ones who knew about it.

'I sure know how to pick and lose them.' Jonathan smiled wanly, 'If only I was half as lucky when it came to finding people...'

Jonathan already had his hands full, but now he had to worry about finding Mera. He had not seen or heard from her ever since she took down the Morgans and turned them into her slaves. On top of that, after her defeat at Ashton's hand, she was nowhere to be found. It almost felt as if she was trying to hide from everyone on the planet.

She had abandoned her territory for good, something which she fought tooth and nail for before, and no one had any idea where she had gone to. But Jonathan did not give up. He instructed his shadow assassins to drop whatever they were doing and find her first.

After all, he needed to keep her safe. But so far, they had been unsuccessful in doing so.

"Anything?" He asked without turning his back and a woman appeared out of nowhere, before kneeling behind him.

"Nothing of substance, your highness." She responded, "Just some rumours that we're trying to find concrete evidence to prove their authenticity. Until then there isn't much to work-"

Jonathan did not like her answer at all and completely lost it. Days worth of tension and exhaustion had made him easily irritable. He turned around and grabbed the shadow assassin by her neck, before slamming her against the wall.

"It's been days since I told you to find her," He snarled at her, his canines were merely half an inch away from her neck, as his rage-filled eyes stared at her horrified face, "I wanted results and all I hear are excuses but not a single result. Forget about finding her exact whereabouts, your idiots can't even find the continent she could be on!"

No one had ever seen him get this angry. Not even when his first wife died at the hands of someone whom he trusted the most. It was one of the major reasons why he was so attached to Mera. But now he was breathing fire on anything that moved in front of him.

"W-We looked for her... everywhere... your highness." The Assassin spoke in a squeaky voice as the pressure around her neck kept increasing, "She's neither in any werewolf territory nor in any vampire territory... she could have left... for Nirvana-"

Jonathan eased his grip around her neck, but kept her lifted mid-air, "What did you say? Nirvana? How could you be sure of it?"

The assassin found a new life as soon as Jonathan eased his grip and took quick breaths before replying to her master.

"There's a man in the coastal town of Foxenmore, who says he saw her there when we showed her photographs around. We haven't been able to verify whether he was lying or not, that's why I kept the information from you. My sisters are in the middle of finding out the truth-"

"There's no need," Jonathan calmed down and let go of her, "I know why she is headed to the undead territory. To find her mother... but why?"