A Werewolf's Unexpected Mate-Chapter 79: Whispers of Magic and Jealousy

Ovelia’s POV

I could see Ace and the others in the distance when I suddenly felt movement in my pocket. I peeked inside and saw the fairy stirring, his tiny body shifting as he began to wake up.

"Ann, look at him," I said, my voice soft but excited. Ann leaned closer, her gray eyes narrowing as she observed the fairy in my pocket.

"He’s waking up," Ann said, her tone calm but curious.

I wanted to take the fairy out of my pocket but hesitated. What if Ace or the others saw him? I couldn’t risk it.

As the fairy fully awoke, his rainbow wings shimmered softly, casting small, iridescent shadows on the fabric of my pocket. His voice was weak but clear as he spoke. "Please, let me stay in your pocket a little longer. The aura surrounding you is different... it’s giving me strength."

"Aura? What aura?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. I glanced at Ann, searching her eyes for answers.

But before he could answer, the fairy’s eyes fluttered shut, and he fell back into a deep sleep, his tiny body curling peacefully.

"Ann, do you know what the fairy meant by ’aura’?" I asked, a mixture of confusion and intrigue swirling inside me.

"In a fairy tale I once read, it said that fairies can see the spiritual aura of any person in this world. I think that’s what he was talking about—your spiritual aura," Ann explained.

The fairies were genuinely impressive. I hoped I could become friends with this one and, someday, find out if he was really Wind.

"But Ann, can werewolves see spiritual auras too?" I asked.

"Our wolves can sense someone’s presence or danger, but no, we can’t see spiritual auras," Ann said, her tone apologetic.

"Don’t apologize for that. It’s not your fault," I said, smiling at her.

"You two look like you’re having a serious conversation over there. Mind sharing what it’s about?" Philip’s voice startled me, and I turned to see him approaching with a grin.

My heart raced. What should I do? How could I politely deflect Philip’s question? I didn’t want him to find out about the fairy.

"Philip, your horse is so beautiful! I think you’ve already retrieved your stolen items," Ann said, smoothly changing the subject.

Philip launched into a story about how he’d tamed the horse and recovered his items. I breathed a sigh of relief, grateful for Ann’s quick thinking. After a few minutes, though, Philip paused, his eyes narrowing.

"Wait, you’re just changing the topic, aren’t you?" he said, his tone teasing.

Ann and I laughed, and even Philip couldn’t help but chuckle.

Ace’s POV

From a short distance, I watched Ovelia and Ann laughing together. The sight warmed my heart, but when I saw Philip laughing with them, a surge of irritation shot through me. Wait, was I... jealous? I could feel my wolf laughing at me internally. Damn it!

As Ray, the witch, and I approached the bandits, I noticed some of them were fully awake, glaring at us with defiance. I walked up to Khaleed, who was among them, his eyes burning with anger. I yanked him to his feet, ignoring his struggles. When I glared at him, he froze, his resistance fading.

"What are you doing, Ace?" Ray asked, his tone curious.

"Khaleed is a villager of Thunoa Village. Chief Gareth should be the one to decide his punishment," I said, my voice firm.

Ray nodded. "Okay, I understand. Your decision makes sense now—unlike some of your past ones," he said, a hint of teasing in his voice.

For the past 40 years, I haven’t taken my decisions seriously. I’d only thought about myself, ignoring the people around me. But this mission made me realize something: I needed to use my experience to make better choices, not just for myself but for everyone—for Ovelia, for my future child, and for the world I wanted to create. Damn, where did that thought come from?

"What am I supposed to do now?" the witch asked, her voice trembling.

"I want you to cast a sleeping spell on all the bandits, including yourself. You’ll all wake up tomorrow morning," I said.

"I’m not as kind as Ace, so I won’t show mercy if you try anything," Ray said, stepping closer to the witch. His voice was cold, his orange eyes glinting with menace. "If you include us in your spell, I’ll ensure you’re dead before we fall asleep."

The witch’s face paled. "Y-yes, sir. I won’t betray you," she stammered.

I sighed. Ray was going too far, but I understood his caution.

"Don’t worry. I’ll keep my promise to let you live after this," I said, trying to reassure her.

"Okay, I’ll start casting the sleeping spell now," the witch said, her voice shaky.

I could see the anger in the eyes of the awake bandits as they realized the witch was betraying them. They couldn’t shout or move, their mouths sealed with duct tape and their bodies bound by magic chains and mana nullifiers.

The witch stepped to the center of the group, raising her wand. Its tip glowed with a soft, ethereal light as she traced a slow, elegant circle in the air. Her voice was low and resonant as she chanted, "Somnus tenebrae, quietem profunda, dormiunt omnes." A wave of drowsiness washed over the bandits, their eyes fluttering shut as they succumbed to the spell. Even the witch herself fell into a deep slumber, the wand’s light fading as the spell took hold.

Then I struck Khaleed’s temple with just enough force to knock him out so he wouldn’t escape later.

"So, what’s next?" Philip asked, walking over with Ovelia and Ann.

"Load all the bandits onto the wagons, check the tents for any remaining items, and then we head back to Thunoa Village," I said, transforming back into my human form.

"Finally, we can rest after this," Ray said, stretching his arms.

"Sir Ray, are you going to transform back into your human form too?" Ann asked, her tone casual.

"Yes, why?" Ray replied, raising an eyebrow.

I glanced at Ovelia and noticed her staring at Ray. Before I could say anything, Ann stepped behind Ovelia and suddenly pushed her toward Ray. Ovelia stumbled forward, her eyes wide with surprise as she nearly collided with him.