Ch.10 THE WOLF'S PLEA

"What do you want?" He murmured, his voice filled with a mix of those tumultuous feelings.

The beast's eyes met his for a brief moment before it finally said,

"Spare....me....don't.....kill...me.." it's voice was thin barely above a whisper but in the ghostly silent atmosphere of the cave black was able to hear it clearly, the words carried a weight that seemed to press against the very walls of the cavern.

The cavern walls seemed to sing a song of pity and sorrow as the wolf's desperate plea hung in the air.

"I...will do anything..." it croaked, its voice a feeble echo of its former strength.

"Don't...kill me...I don't...want to die." as Black stared at the wolf in silent that felt like days with no end. sitting on the cold flat floor. The silence between them grew heavier with each passing second, Innumerable number of questions crossed his mind.

One of them being how can the wolf speak, no he knew that magical beast from rank four can speak however how 'he' can understand what the wolf was saying when he was clearly ignorant about the magical beast language, he don't know.

The wolf's fiery amber eyes searched his, and he could see the depth of its desperation. Then he asked,

The question was of little relevance in the grand scheme of things, but this was the first time Black had heard a voice other than his own in the damp confines of this cave.

The silence between them grew heavier as he stared at the wolf, his mind racing with possibilities. Finally, he spoke, his words cutting through the stillness like a knife.

"Do you want to live " he stared deep into those fiery amber orbs when he asked this question.

The creature's eyes widened slightly, and its chest heaved with the effort of speaking. "...ye...yes...I want to live."

Black's hand strengthened into fists as he stared deep into the wolf's soul, searching for any sign of deception.

Yet all he found was a mirror of his own yearning for connection, for understanding. In that moment, the line between predator and prey began to blur, and a strange bond was forged between the two unlikely companions.

The decision before Black was as stark as the contrast between the wolf's fur and the moonlit snow.

Finally, with a resolve that seemed to resonate through the very earth beneath them, Black made his choice.

"I will spare you," he said, his voice firm and unwavering,

"but only if you tell me how I can understand you."

"Hu-huh" the wolf was left quiet flabbergasted by this childish question. It had assumed many things Black might ask but not something so absurd .

"huhn , you won't tell me how I can understand you" he asked, displeasure clear in his voice just like a child throwing a tantrums. The sight was quiet humorous to watch seeing a grown man acting like a child.

The Beast was bought out of his bewilderment when he heard Black again. It panic and stuttered as he replied,

"Wh..what...do you mean " the wolf asked, she wasn't talking to some mindless savage creature so what kind of questions was that, it could not compherend

"I mean what I said. I Know magical beast gains sentence and can speak starting from Rank four. But how can 'I' understand what you are speaking when I clearly don't know the magical beasts language". Black replied a little impatient. As a three days old child his patience was as thin as fish's memory.

"Oo..ooo so that is what you are asking. Please wait a moment I can sense a bit of inherited memory flooding my mind about this...." the wolf said.

When she had created her Beast Core and broken through to Rank Four. she had gained the Hurricane wolf's bloodline and with it came some inherited memory.

which every Hurricane wolf knew from birth. One of them being how to talk in a manner evenone can understand be it magical beast or any other life form but she didn't know about that and did it subconsciously.

Not until now when she had to actively search these fragmented memory to answer Black's question as she thought her life depend on this question. Which in actuality it didn't. After only a minute it answered,

"You are able to understand me because when 'I' spoke, I inbued my voice with my intent or what I wanted to convey through my words using magical energy, and everyone can dose it subconsciously. I don't understand why you are asking this "

"Oh , so that how it is " Black nodded at her answer, ignoring her later remark. Well he didn't know what her later sentence ment would be the right answer.

Of course he is asking because he is curious what's there to understand about it.

"And,what is your name. what should I call you by" he asked her another weard question, as he watched her whole body recover from the wounds she had suffered in there battel in the whole time he was talking it was quiet fascinating to him how her injuries regenerated in such a short time.

However his mysterious energy was still in her body like a parasite not leaving so she was still paralysed and can only speak with great effort.

Black could see that In her voice as she stuttered whenever she tried to answer his weard question. So when she asked,

"Before that, I can feel some weard energy.... in my body and its hard for.. me to speak... properly..."

".. Its the energy that entered my ...body when your... attack had hit me ....leaving me paralysed...so can you remove it from my body " she pleaded him in difficulty. However when she saw the hesitation in his face,

"Don't worry I... won't try to... run away or attack you as... long... as you don't threaten my..... life since I know... I am no match for you" she tried to reassure him.

"What, How do you know what I was thinking " he asked her in part amazement and part curiosity. He was shocked how can she tell what he was thinking.

"It written all over... your face,... that you thought I ....would run away" she answered him in a flat tone.

"How"

"I don't know... you were making a... weard face when.... I asked you to.. remove this strange.. energy from my body " she murmured. "So can you do it".