Chapter 69
The Werewolf Realm
Clara's POV
Mars Room
Yesterday was crazy.
No—really crazy.
So many things happened that my head still felt heavy just thinking about it. I met Mars—the handsome, green-eyed stranger who somehow turned my entire world upside down—and discovered that my face wasn't just the result of some human surgery. It was magic.
Magic.
The moment he removed the spell, I felt like I could finally breathe again. I wouldn't have to live the rest of my life wearing someone else's face. I could be me again.
That alone made me happy.
But then reality hit me.
I had to survive seven whole days hiding in Mars's room.
And strangely… a part of me was happy about that.
I hated myself for it.
Because I knew what would happen after those seven days. He would fix my face, and we would both go our separate ways. We probably wouldn't meet ever again. He had already made it clear—there was someone else in his heart.
I felt sad, yes. But I reminded myself not to be foolish. This wasn't some fairy tale. I barely knew him. What was I expecting? That I'd suddenly replace the woman he loved?
I was mad at myself for even thinking about it.
I had always dreamed of becoming a Luna one day. I wanted power, respect, and purpose. Was I really about to throw that away just because I met a handsome stranger with intense green eyes?
No.
Mars was calm, composed, and surprisingly kind to me—but he belonged to someone else. I couldn't let my heart wander where it didn't belong.
For now, my only goal was simple:
Survive seven days without getting caught.
Mars went out to get me food shortly after I woke up. He didn't hesitate—just grabbed his jacket and left. That alone said a lot about him.
You see why I say he's nice?
When he returned, he locked the door carefully and sealed it with magic. Then he placed the food on the table.
Without wasting time, I ate.
It was delicious. I didn't even know werewolf food could taste this good. When I was done, I looked up at him and smiled.
"Thank you, Mars."
He replied in his usual cold, emotionless voice.
"You're welcome. I have to go train—for the war and all."
I nodded.
"Yes, I understand. It's just… I'll be bored here. I can't turn on my phone or anything. There's nothing to do. No kitchen to burn."
He paused.
"No kitchen to burn?"
I chuckled.
"Yes. When I'm bored at home, I go to the kitchen and try to cook. I fail, try again, burn things, and before I know it, hours have passed."
He stared at me for a moment.
"I see. That's… chaotic."
He then picked up his phone and ear pods.
"Why don't you use my phone instead? I don't really know how to use it. I just listen to music."
My eyes widened in disbelief.
"You don't know how to use a phone?!"
I burst out laughing.
"You really are an ancient vampire. Even newborn cubs know how to use phones. You're seriously outdated."
He frowned.
"Outdated? Like not trendy or something?"
I rolled my eyes.
"It's not your fault. But seriously—no phones? No cars? How do you even survive?"
He looked at me like I was the strange one.
"Instead of phones, we use letters. Instead of cars, we use carriages. And most people just run—it's easier."
I gasped.
"Wait, wait, wait. You're telling me you use carriages? Are you people living in the past or what?"
Then I paused.
"…But that actually sounds kind of royal. I'd love to see one."
This time, he looked surprised.
"You've never seen a carriage before?"
I shook my head.
"Nope. Never."
He smirked slightly.
"Then you're the outdated one. Very outdated. And you were trying to lecture me."
I laughed, defeated. The tables had turned too quickly.
After a moment, I asked,
"How is it in the Vampire Realm? What does it look like?"
He sighed softly.
"It's beautiful. More beautiful than the Werewolf Realm. It's filled with nature—forests, rivers, old castles. We haven't embraced much technology, and I guess that's what keeps it preserved."
I nodded, fascinated.
"I wish I could see it one day."
He nodded.
"It is interesting."
Suddenly, he reached out and touched my face.
I froze.
My cheeks burned as he rubbed my skin gently. Then he leaned closer.
For a split second, I thought he was going to kiss me.
What was I thinking?!
Instead, he sniffed lightly and frowned.
"The witches who cast the spell on your face… they're Dark Witches."
My heart skipped.
"Dark witches?
He nodded.
"They're banned. Cunning. Destructive. They don't act on emotion—they act like beasts. They crave power and authority. I don't know why your father contacted them, but they're dangerous. Very dangerous—especially their—"
"Mars!" a woman's voice rang out. "It's time to train. Don't tell me you're still sleeping!"
We both stiffened.
"You can't get caught," he whispered urgently. "Don't make a sound."
He cast an invisibility spell on me.
A woman walked in—and my breath caught.
She was stunning. Golden hair, flawless skin. One of the Goldrens. The last creation.
I was mesmerized.
Mars said coldly,
"I'll be on the field. Leave my room."
She clicked her tongue.
"Cold as ever. But something's strange… I feel another presence here."
My heart raced.
She started walking closer.
"I can feel it more and more as I—"
"Ruby!" Theo burst in. "Erin's looking for you. Let's go."
He dragged her out before she could argue.
"That was close," Mars and I said at the same time.
He exhaled deeply.
"I have to go now. Keep yourself comfortable. Use my phone."
"Thank you."
He left, locked the door, and sealed it with magic.
I sighed, put on the ear pods, and played his music.
His taste was surprisingly good.
Before I knew it, I fell asleep.