Chapter 102 No one calls me
"Yes!" Luna barked. "Ugly, slimy worm monsters! They eat babies, Kelpie. Babies!"
He gasped. His hands trembled.
"And Vlad Jr. says they might come again. Drake is scared. Vlad Jr. is not going either. I was ready to go fight them, but—ugh! My pack pups need me for something important. So I’ll stay to help them."
Kelpie looked around, suddenly feeling very, very small.
"But... if you don’t come... who will protect us?" he whispered, barely loud enough to be heard.
"You’ll be fine. Just don’t go!" Luna snapped, not unkindly. "And call that Rocky too. If he shows up and turns into a rock, it’ll be annoying to drag him out again!"
Kelpie nodded quickly, even though Luna couldn’t see him. "O-Okay. I won’t go either..."
"Good. Stay home. And don’t forget to eat sea-fruit. It makes your mind faster," she said like a responsible alpha, then hung up.
Kelpie stared at the phone.
Then Kelpie turned toward the gentle old sea caretaker who wasn’t too far from where he was playing. She was standing nearby, quietly looking around with her usual calm presence. It was Aqualia, the wise mermaid who had cared for him since he was a baby.
Her long golden hair floated around her like silky threads in the water, catching the soft glow of the coral lights, and her eyes—calm, clear, ocean blue—always looked kind, even when she was gently scolding someone. Her tail shimmered like polished pearls, a delicate mix of pale teal and moonlight silver, trailing softly behind her as she moved through the water. It looked like it had been made from the ocean’s first morning wave.
Kelpie raised the crystal phone in his little hands and called out softly, "Miss Aqualia..." His voice wavered just a little, unsure but hopeful.