Elita“ Where did that girl go? ” I hear King Tyson ask.The three Kings are sitting in Dustin’s office. The two that have little to do with me look so grim. But the one who should appear solemn has nothing on his face, not even a hint of distress or a sign that he regrets abandoning me like this.“ Dustin— ” Alpha King Striker starts, but Dustin interrupts, answering their previous question.“ That girl… ” He picks up his head and looks in their direction, his eyes undeniably dull. “ …is where she is supposed to be. ”“ And where is she supposed to be? ” Striker hisses, slamming his palm on the desk.Dustin doesn’t answer, just looks to his right, where the window is, where I am. For a moment, his eyes lift to mine, and my breath hitches.It’s as if he can see me.“ Did you send her to Levian? Is that how you got Ronac back? ” Tyson huffs and Dustin looks away.No, he can’t see me. “ She is his mate. If I had let go of her a long time ago, things wouldn’t be like this today. ” He sa
ElitaThe scenes kept changing. I didn’t even get the time to understand what I was looking at.In one place, I saw Soline running through the forest. Fear reflected on her face, and she kept throwing glances over her shoulder as if she was getting chased by someone.Before I could grasp the situation, the scenes shifted, and I saw her shifting into a big white wolf. I could hear her agonized cries this time. Her dark blue eyes shone under the moonlight, and the wolf's white fur glistened.I had never seen such a pure white wolf before. It was almost mesmerizing in a way that I couldn’t look away.Until footsteps approached. I looked to the right, and there he was—the man with blue eyes and dark hair—the only one I couldn’t recognize.He had the same mesmerized look in his eyes as if he couldn’t take his eyes off the white she-wolf either.As I watched, he kneeled and stroked her fur. And Soline didn’t only let him, she leaned into his touch, seeking more of it. It struck me then.
ElitaTruth is always a bitter pill to swallow.She was stronger, sharper, and could knock them out with one blow. But until the end, something held her back from defending herself.And when she decided to let go of the restraints, she didn’t only hurt them.She must not have even noticed the innocent child who came out of nowhere and stood in the doorway. The grown men didn’t die from what she did. They got up hours later and left the house.But the child—that innocent, unfortunate child was not as strong as the grown-ups. Once he hit his head on something…Once his blood poured out and tainted the floor…Once he fell…He never got up. It was like his soul was sucked out of him with one blow. He was not given even a few moments of life more.Maybe I watched the scene for hours, or perhaps I only stayed there for a few seconds—I couldn’t feel the time pass.The woman who had killed her child held him against her chest and wailed. Pain reflected on her face, etched so deep into her ey
ElitaMy eyes snap open and the familiar ceiling comes into view. This room is similar to the one beside it—the room that has taken on a new look, but the memories must still linger in there.All this time, I never understood why Levian had to stay in this cottage and not in big castles like other Kings.It is because this place was everything for him. And like his promise, he can never forget this house either.“ You saw her in your dream. ” A deep sounds from the corner.My breath hitches as I glance to my left and find him sitting in the corner, on a wingchair. The darkness keeps his face hidden but his eyes–the green eyes only I see don’t blend in. They shine, giving away his presence and his calm.“ The Goddess rarely comes into anyone’s dreams.” He leans back, and closes his eyes.I can not see him any longer. He had become with one darkness.“ Were you that desperate to escape? ” His voice echoes around me, making me stiffen.“ Huh? ”“ The Goddess said she can not ignore her s
DustinThe voices have been loud for a while. Several voices murmur different words at the same time, sounding like muffled screeches in my ears. They keep me up at night and my head pounding during the day.It doesn’t take a genius to realize that for some time, everything was silent inside me. I could hear other voices and focus on them without feeling like my head would explode.It was because of her.When she was around, I didn’t get the urge to dig my nails in my ears and rip them apart just to silence the noise inside me. Without even realizing it, I was living a calm life—for the first time in my life. The ocean roars in front of me, violent waves crashing onto the shore like they are trying to tear the earth apart. The power inside me pulses, reaching out to the water, controlling it, bending it to my will. But for once, I feel no satisfaction in it. It’s empty—hollow, like everything else I do these days.Every time I close my eyes, I see her face from when I left her behin
ElitaAfter spending a week lingering in the vampire territory, I have learned everything I needed to know.Gratefully, I have not come across anyone who would make things unpleasant because Levian kept me inside the cottage, and no vampire or human was allowed inside.Levian was being a gentleman to a girl he knew was taking a potion and impersonating his mate while he mostly ignored the real me in the future as if I would give him a disease someday.I don’t know what’s going through his head, but I know he finds me interesting because the Moon Goddess visited me in my dreams.He is trying to understand why the Goddess would care about someone like me—someone ordinary. That’s why I must sit at the dinner table with him every night and let him stare at me as I eat.My eyes twitch as I focus on the steak that’s on the menu tonight and ignore his gaze that’s fixed on my face. He dissects every expression, every single movement. It makes me want to stab him with a fork and knife in my h
ElitaA lump forms in my throat, but I swallow it down and continue cutting into the steak, pretending his words didn’t affect me at all. I don’t want to give him a weakness, or he will prey on it, twist it, and manipulate me again.But…who am I kidding?A man who has lived for so long can read people like open books.“ I can keep you alive. ” Levian rests his chin over his fist and watches me intently. “ I can make sure you survive in this dead body. You can live a long life, Elita. How does that sound to you? Do you want to live? ”I don’t realize when the fork slips from between my fingers and the knife slices across my middle finger. I pause and glance at the blood on my fingers.It’s not warm anymore. It’s cold and dark. I stare at the drops pooling on the plate, and my mind goes numb. Do you want to live? Levian’s question echoes in my head on a repeat mode—It’s haunting.“ You must… ” I whisper, my voice barely audible to me. “ …want something in return. ”“ Not really. I am m
ElitaThe seat in front of me shakes as he moves at an impressive speed and appears beside me. I stiffen but don’t give him the satisfaction of seeing me scared.He grabs the back of my chair and turns it around. I suppress a gasp and look at his still chest, hidden under a black button-down shirt.“ How can you say that for sure? Even a dog becomes loyal when he is cared for. The Lycan Princes won’t be different. ” He leans down, his cold breath hitting my forehead.I crane my neck and meet his gaze, my nose brushing against his slightly. It takes some triggers to get him angry, and right now, he is fuming.I want to laugh and sneer. You wanted to manipulate me by offering me life. How does it feel to fail now?“ You keep forgetting one important detail. ” I smile, my eyes crinkling slightly. “ Dogs and wolves are not the same, Levian. You can not control Lycans by showing them a little care. They need a lot more than that. They have an innate desire for power and connection and mate
ElitaThe warriors snarl, their bodies trembling as their bones twist and reform. Fur covers their skin in waves of dark brown, their forms shifting into massive wolves that seem undefeatable judging from their sheer size. They are bigger than the normal werewolves, but still smaller, and weaker than the Lycans. Their claws dig into the ground, and their glowing amber eyes lock onto us with primal rage. Tension coils in the air like a taut string, ready to snap. My chest tightens as I struggle to come up with a way to stop this from escalating.If they fight, the Kings won’t hold back. That’s weakness in their eyes.And as expected…The Kings shift subtly, their stances widening, muscles taut as they prepare for the inevitable.Dustin stands like a wall between me and the warriors, his piercing gaze fixed on the wolves as if calculating the outcome of this brawl. Tyson cracks his knuckles, a smirk playing on his lips, while Aleister’s eyes gleam with an unsettling calm. I feel th
The air is still cold when Dustin and I walk back toward the Kings. I don’t miss the silence that hangs heavy between us, thick enough to choke me. Something is wrong with him. I have known it since I saw him by the lake. There is a shift in him, something subtle but unsettling, like a ripple just beneath the surface.But, I don’t ask what it is that is bothering him. Not because I don’t care, but because I know better. Dustin’s mind is a fortress, impenetrable when he is preparing for what is to come. He needs his focus, his composure—and I need to trust him to handle whatever’s weighing on him. Still, it’s hard to shake the unease gnawing at me.What happened after I fell asleep? I don't know but I have a hunch that it has to do something with King Aleister. As we step back into the clearing, I notice that the Kings are already awake. Aleister rises first, his sharp gaze finding us immediately, while Tyson and Striker stretch and yawn like they have slept on clouds instead of t
ElitaRestlessness makes it hard for me to sleep for long. The journey is coming to an end soon. I have led them here, but I don’t know if I will be able to return with them to the North again. I open my eyes and stare at the sky. The space between the tall trees is turning light. The sun will rise soon, and we will cross the lake to go to the other side.Unconsciously, I look to my left. The three Kings are asleep. King Aleister is resting agaisnt a tree, refusing to lie down and be vulnerable while King Striker and King Tyson are laying close, fast asleep.My lips curl into a smile. If I was told I would see the proud Kings spending days in forests, traveling alone, and tending to their needs without any help, I would have laughed hard. But they don’t mind. It’s surprising—but they really don’t care what they have to do to ensure that their people remain alive and well.I sigh and shift to my right side. My brows lift as I find the spot empty. Instantly, I sit up and look around.
Dustin“ What are you trying to say? Be more clear. ” Aleister mumbles, his sharp gaze fixed at her. “ So…the…end thought is…they have powers—different, unknown powers. We need to be careful when engaging with them. And don’t mention anything insulting about Levian Seisti when we come across them. They won’t like it. That’s it. We have to convince them by telling what is in it for them, and also by telling them how their contribution will save uncountable lives. ” She sighs, and rises from her spot between Striker and Tyson.“ Have they got any tricks up their sleeves like Elves? Do you know about it? ” Striker questions as she walks towards me.She stops when she is a step away from me, and turns to face them. “ Your Highness, I have told you all I know. This time, it’s really everything I know. The rest now…depends on you and your ability to influence people. You four have to secure an alliance. And you have to do it on your own. ”They stare at her, but don’t question her. If the
DustinRight now, I dislike the fact that Goddess didn’t give me the power to teleport more than anything.But no!What is really so special about disappearing from one place and appearing in another? He can not even do that without having seen the place he is going to appear to. It’s not that great!Then why does she keep making heart eyes at that brainless, tactless, everything-less man? It’s catastrophic that my sister has him as his mate and is forced to love him when there is nothing to love. Or even if there is, I don’t see it. And if I don’t see it, then there must not be anything worth seeing.Yes! It is truly catastrophic, but Elita Folke doesn’t understand even the ‘C’ of that. What is wrong with her?Is she going blind with her nearing demise? Or does she simply have a bad taste in men? Bad taste sounds like the better option. She was staring at that ugly Elf too when I couldn’t find anything worthwhile to see in him either.With his silver hair and silver eyes, he coul
ElitaThe dining hall is buzzing when we step back inside. Elf girls, radiant and graceful, fill the space like a picture of shimmering light. As soon as Dustin and I cross the threshold, their attention shifts to him. They rush forward, voices chiming like wind chimes, their slender hands tugging at his arms, leading him toward one side of the long table. I barely have a chance to react when a hand settles on the small of my back.I stiffen, glancing over my shoulder. It’s the same elf man from earlier, his touch light but assertive. “ This way… ” He murmurs. He guides me to the opposite side of the table, his hand remaining far longer than necessary. My eyes dart to Dustin, who is already surrounded, his jaw tight, but he is not resisting. Not yet.“ I would like to know you. ” The elf whispers, pulling out a chair for me as though he is some kind of gentleman. I force myself to sit, my movements stiff, my gaze flickering towards Dustin. His eyes are on me, and there is somethi
ElitaThe footsteps draw closer, deliberate and unhurried, and the sound echoes through the cave. My pulse quickens as I glance toward the entrance. Before I can move, Dustin’s grip on my arm tightens, his calloused fingers pressing firmly into my skin.“Stay put.” He orders in a voice so low it’s almost a growl. His eyes glint like sharpened steel as they cut into mine. “Don’t poke your nose into this.”I stiffen, my jaw clenching at his tone, but I stay silent. Dustin doesn’t look away. It’s as if he is silently daring me to disobey him.The Elf appears at the mouth of the cave, stepping into the dim light. He is tall, unnaturally graceful, his silver hair falling like liquid silk over his shoulders. It takes me a moment, but I realize he is the same Elf I stumbled upon in the woods. The color of his hair and eyes has changed. The faint glow of his eyes—pale and predatory—sends a chill down my spine. He stands there, studying us with a cruel smile tugging at his lips.“ Well.
ElitaAll eyes turn to him after my speech is over. Dustin’s brows lift as he looks at his friends and then back at me.“ Come on. You must have something on your mind. ” I narrow my eyes on him.“ The plan is to cooperate with the Elves for now, so they take us out of this cave where we can’t use our powers or strength. ” He shrugs nonchalantly. “ and…for everything else, I am relying on you just as you asked. ”My jaw hangs low. I am sure the jaws of others can’t resist either. Dustin just closes his eyes and rests his head against the wall. “ Go on, Elita. Get us out of the trouble you caused. ”His detached demeanor makes everyone fall silent. It’s like he is deliberately refusing to do anything.I slip closer and press my lips to his ear to whisper. “ are you mad at me? Is that why you refuse to help? ”I clench the sleeve of his shirt, cautiously pulling at it to grab his attention. Dustin’s eyes snap open, and his head turns in my direction before our gazes meet.“ I understan
Elita“ She told you not to look the Elves in the eyes. Why did you have to do that, Striker? ” I hear a familiar, dark voice hiss. It has to be Alpha King Aleister, and he sounds angry. “ No supernatural powers work directly on the Lycans. ” Striker snaps back. “ I just looked up before setting everything on fire, and then…just…stopped. The surroundings changed, and I couldn’t see him anymore. It’s not my fault. I didn’t know the magic won’t work on me but will work on the surroundings instead. ”I shudder, pressing myself agaisnt the hard surface under me. It’s warm and so…electrically soothing.My muscles stiffen when I register my thoughts. Instinctively, I touch the surface with my cold fingers and sigh under my breath.Dustin.My eyes crack open, and I crane my neck back to look at his face. He lowers his gaze to mine and blinks calmly.Aleister and Striker are still bickering in the background. But their voices sound muffled in my ears now.I am lying on Dustin’s chest, the si