Elsa's POV:I run after Damian, but he is too fast. “Damian!” I call out to him, but he turns into a corner and disappears.I rush to the spot and can't find him anymore. I look around. Wasn't he here a few seconds ago? Where did he go? What's happening? “Damian!” I yell again, but silence greets me. “No,” I mouth, and I continue to search for him. I run through the passageway, ignoring the looks of the servants and guards. I have to find him; the poison is still in his system, and if he strains longer, he will hurt himself. “Damian, you stubborn rascal,” I say under my breath, still searching for him. My chest heaves as I pant; where could he be? I close my eyes, searching with my senses, but still, nothing comes up. I keep trying, and I'm not ready to give up. My eyes pick up a noise. It's coming from the abandoned tavern. I hear a faint groan and a slash of wind. “Damian!” I whisper and open my eyes.I rush into the abandoned tavern, my heart racing with fear. "Damian!" I y
Elsa's POV:We get to the infirmary, and I watch the color of Damian's face vanish. He looks like he would faint any second. I laugh, watching him gulp as the healer mixes the herbs into a cup and brings it to him to drink. “I got vervain. It's much stronger, and you can tell by the smell what kind of magic it can do,” the healer says. Damian takes one sniff and chokes. “Oh goodness. It smells like hell.” “It sure tastes like hell, too,” the healer responds, and I chuckle. Damian looks at me with pleading eyes but I pretend not to see him. “Go on, son. Drink it all. It'll be all over before you know it,” the healer adds. Damian looks at the cup in his hand and exhales before chunking it all down his throat. He coughs and takes a step back as he finishes the drink. He wipes his lips with his hand and spits in disgust. “Yeah, that was one hell,” Damian says. “There, now you're all better. I'll have to say you're a lucky fellow. Others wouldn't have made it through the night. Y
Caspian POV:My face hurts, and I run my finger through it, touching the delicate skin. I groan as my finger accidentally touches the torn flesh. It is good that I am a werewolf, or I would have to live with the disfiguration forever. I dip the towel in the hot water and breathe out repeatedly before placing the hot content on my face. “Aaah!” I yelp in pain. The water wasn't mixed and had been fresh out of the boiler. Werewolves need pain to heal.I stand up, walk to the mirror, and laugh as my skin begins to heal. The dimly lit study didn't feel so dark anymore. My daughter and the candle's flame synchronized, casting a flickering shadow on the wall. “Is that the best you could?” I hear Hector's voice speak behind me. Instantly, I feel fear and turn to see him glaring at me. “Alpha Hector,” I say, going on my knees. “Please, forgive my ignorance. I didn't know you were here,” I pleaded.“I just got here. Tell me why I am fuming, and my servant is rejoicing after that low wolf h
Caspian's POV:“Anyone there,” I call out, waiting for a response. “Yes, master,” one of the servants says walking in. I stretch my hand giving him the paper and he takes it. “Deliver this letter to the one on the fortress watch. He'll be waiting for you. He knows what to do,” I order.The servant bows, then leaves. “Yes, sir.”I mean back into my chair, with an air of satisfaction. It wouldn't be long now before the mourning bell rings and it wouldn't be from my city. Everything is going according to plan. Just you wait, Elsa. I'll make you kneel before me. No one dares Caspian and gets away with it. No one.My eyes move to the flames in the corner of the room, I get up from my seat and walk to my bed and begin to take off my clothes, getting ready for the long night.****The servant's urgent voice cut through the silence as I sit in the dining hall eating my breakfast. “Sir, news from the castle.”I raise my head to see the servant, my expression neutral. “Speak.”"The witch fai
Caspian's POV:“You, my friend, are a very draft fellow. Of course, I knew they were sealed but not anymore,” I reply, taking a seat.I see Raider look at me with a tired expression. He has always been wary of my words because I could be quite foul with them.“I was about to get to that. I know how to unseal them,” I reveal, a sly smile spreading across my face. “Like I said, I have my ways and I act only after I make plans. You should sit in some physiology class for brains and not care for only wits,” I say, mocking him.That's for thinking I wasn't smart enough for this plan. “You're angry, I warned you about attacking, aren't you? Caspian, you never change,” Raider replies.I cough, trying to clear my throat. “I don't need to act that low to pass my point,” I say, defending myself. Raider bends his head low to be in the same level as mine. “It would seem so, but I know you too, dear friend. Your ego’s bruised,” he retorts calmly and I almost choke back my words. He straightens
Caspian's POV:We slowly move through the castle's corridors silently to avoid any more guards and servants. Suddenly, a tall built figure appears from the shadows. “Caspian,” Raider calls me in a low voice. “Look,” he says, and I nod in agreement.“Yes, I can see him,” I answer.Still, under the covering of the darkness, we lay still.“Come out, I can see you and smell you,” the voice says, and I walk out boldly. “For a werewolf, I am surprised you didn't try to disguise your scent, Caspian,” the man says.“You've been waiting,” I say. “Good, then I can kill you first.”I attack him quickly, but every one of my blows easily misses him. Soon, another group of werewolf soldiers appear, and they attack my men. I notice and realize that we have walked into a trap. My blood runs cold, and I take out my sword. Raider and his men follow the lead. My opponent and his men draw out their swords and position themselves like professional assassins. I charge forward, sword flashing in th
Caspian POV: She blinks, shaking off the trance-like state.“Take him out,” she orders her men. “It's morning. He's to be executed in front of my men.”The guards move to drag me away. I glance back at Raider's body, my heart-shattering.“Elsa, you'll pay for this,” I vow, my voice cold and deadly.She looks at me, making sure I meet her gaze and she grins. “It's too late for that, Caspian. You hurt Damian and I am returning the favor,” she retorts.The guards haul me out of the cell, leaving Raider's lifeless body behind.The men place iron chains on my wrists and drag me out of the cell and into the open ground. The sun shines brightly as I close my eyes and open them to adjust to the light as I see the execution ground. I can hear the murmurs of the crowd, reeling with hate for me. “He's going to the grave, today,” one of the people whispers.“Isn't he the evil Caspian?” Another says. “Finally, he got what's coming for him.”I see Elsa's men gather around, their faces set in ste
Caspian's POV:“Have a seat,” I say, gesturing to a nearby chair, and Raider obliges. “You do know magic isn't something you can just own?” Raider asks, making sure I hear every word. “I know, my dear friend,” I answer. “And you need a teacher, too,” Raider continues. “I am aware; I have been self-teaching with the books,” I reply. “Really? What about the witch?” Raider asks, shocking me.How did he know that? I made sure no one knew.“How did you…?” I ask, raising my head to face him. “I am surprised you'll keep that too from me. I just guessed, but it seems true. She did teach you, or should I say you did your trickery again and made her teach you, then you sent her to the slaughterhouse to be condemned, and you abandoned her if she's dead,” Raider says. “You know me well,” I answer. “Only the devil knows a devil,” Raider inserts. “So, what was your most brilliant plan that got us killed?” Raider asks, taking a cup of wine and drinks. I look at him, rolling my eyes; he wou
Melinda's POV I gasped out, and began to pant heavily. I was sweating and my heart was thumping against my ribcage. My memory seemed blank and it felt as if I was floating on thin air. "Melinda?" I heard someone called me, but the voice seemed distant. "Melinda, can you hear me?" The voice called out to me again and shook me. I gasped out again and batted my lashes, getting my blurry view clear. I felt a hand in my cheek and I shivered in fright. "Melinda, wake up. We are safe now," the voice said again. I blinked and my gaze fell on Damien, who was seating beside me. Yes Damien, behind him was the Luna, Dennis was standing beside, and Camille.I remembered everything. I remembered their names and their faces. I was locked in the spiritual realm but I somehow survived. I faced the Marcus and I think I was able to use my dark magic a bit, although, the memory wasn't clear enough. Camille walked closer and helped me seat well. "Are you alright?" The Luna asked, staring at me wi
Melinda's POVDarkness was all that surrounded me. I couldn't see, I couldn't move, I couldn't talk. I was locked in a forever darkness, but I wanted out. I don't know how it happened or what brought me into the empty space, but I knew it was my soul floating in the air.My body was at the edge of giving up and I could feel it. No matter how much I tried to move or tried to look for an escape way, something or rater, someone, kept drawing me back. It was as if there was a force holding me back. Someone was involved and the only way I could get nab is to fight him and bring him down. That way, he won't be able to clock my magic flow. But I couldn't do anything to help myself out of my vegetative state. 'Help!' I kept screaming in my head.It took days, months until it got to a year and I was still locked in. The time in the spiritual realm is faster than the time in the real world. A year could mean a week in the real world. It was forever for me. With each passing day, I kept tr
Caspian's POV We walked into the courtyard with our heads need in shame. We couldn't bring ourselves to looking at the Alpha and the disappointment enveloping his face. "It's about time," he muttered. "Now, where is the Vela Harmento?"I went on my knees immediately and Raider did the same. "I am sorry Alpha, but we lost it," I answered, remembering the battle I had with Damien and I still lost anyway. "What do you mean by you lost it?" He questioned, probably staring daggers at us. "We weren't the only one in search of the vela Harmento. Damien and the other guy, Dennis, were also in search for it. We fought to get it but unfortunately, they won. They had the hell of the lake's monster." I answered even though I lied in some point. They never had the help of anyone. They beat us singlehandedly. Besides, I was the one who got the help but i failed anyway. That damn Marcus deceived me and failed. He almost made Damien kill my body and that would have been hard to come back to it.
Hector's pov"HOW DARE YOU ALL LET HER ESCAPE!" I growled out and the ground shook due to the force I asserted. The loud breaking sound of the newly acquired lion statue by my throne, echoed in the meeting hall. The guards were all on their knees, shivering in fright. They should. They should be scared 'cause they had caused me something important and had awaken the rage in me, ready to burn and consume everything on it path."How dare you let her slip away from your grasps? She is a weakling and you couldn't handle her?" I roared."My…my lord. She… I… I tried to…s-stop her. But she… was… wasn't weak," One of the guards covered in bandage for what I don't care for, shuttered with his head lowered, daring not to look at me. "She wasn't weak? Are you trying to say she fought against the chemical within a day and became strong?" I questioned, with amusement dancing in my voice. They all sounded stupid. The chemical was a strong one and she can't fight it off. Her getting strong sound
Damien's povI couldn't control myself. The way she stared at me and the emotions in her eyes, drew me to kiss her. I wanted to stop, but my emotions was stronger than the little warnings in my head. I kissed every part of her lips and surprisedly, she didn't push me away but kissed me back. I took my hand to her waist and she shuddered at my touch. I deepened the kiss and when we finally pulled away, we were both breathless. I looked at her and noticed the corners of her lips curled up into a warm smile.She wasn't angry or pissed off. "I care about you a lot, Elsa. I adore you. I want to be with you. I what to stay by your side as long as I can. I want to be yours," I confessed, letting out my feelings to her. She stared at me for a few seconds before she drew closer and rested her head on my chest."I adore you, I like you. I don't know the best words to use to tell you how I feel," she confessed and for a minute, it felt as if my heart stopped. I tightened my arm around her
Elsa's POV He shushed me and cover my mouth. He looked behind me, and watched the guards walk closer to the tree after hearing my voice. "Come out now, miss Luna of the crescent," The guard taunted, as he got closer.Suddenly, they heard the footsteps of a guard who had gone with the other group, distracting them momentarily. He rested his hands on his knees, panting heavily. "We've found her," he informed.The head of the guards drew his brows in confusion and looked towards the tree where he heard a female voice. "We captured her already," the informant added. The officer nodded and they all went ahead, going towards the place where they caught me, or rather, someone who looked like me. I let out a deep breath that I held in for long, in relieve of not getting caught. "Are you alright?" Damien asked, scrutinizing me from head to toe. "I should have come earlier. Sorry for wasting time and making you pass through all these."I stared at him for a few seconds, and relieve rushe
Elsa's POV I had no idea if it was night or day, which was a huge setback for me. I had to escape but my plan would only work at night. I took in a deep breath to inhale the substance Camille had given me, which I soaked a piece of material in and used it to cover my nose. No one suspected a thing. They all thought I was trying to cover my nose from the chemical they released again, and few of the guards laughed at me for trying to protect myself. They said covering my nose wouldn't stop me from getting weak. If only they knew…They all thought I was weak, as usual, but I was far from it. I had regained my strength and ready to attack. "Hey, I want to set out for a few minutes. I have been here all through the evening," one of the guards said to the other, who nodded.I watched him leave, while the other let out a deep breath and faced me. He stared at me for a few seconds before he clicked his tongue and shook his head. "You are a Luna. Such a disappointment to see you this weak
Damien's pov "We news to gey back as fast as we can. The days are running and Melinda might lose her life," Dennis reminded, walking ahead of me. Everything he said we're likes whispers, as I didn't pay attention to him. My mind was occupied with one person: Elsa.She's all alone. I had no idea if she was back or still locked up in Hector's clutch or worst still, if he killed her. I tightened my fist at the thought of it and clenched my jaw. I would never forgive myself if something bad happens to her. If only I didn't leave hesitatingly like that, I would have convinced he not to act rashly. She was probably worried and left on her own. I looked at Dennis with a frown plastered on my face. "You should have talked the Luna into not going on this mission," I said, and he stopped walking to face me. "You think I didn't? I did but she's stubborn. I already told you this," he answered, with his voice calm, but that wasn't enough. Elsa was out there in the hands of a dangerous man.
Elsa's POV I carefully tiptoed to the guard standing by the cell I was locked in. He held the key to the cell, tightly in his grip. I got closer and stretched my hand to carefully steal it, but he suddenly moved and faced me. "Nice try, my lady. Your powers won't even help you if you are to use it to get the key," he mocked and turned on the gas, which contained same substance as the powdery substance blew on us. I had no idea what it was, but I hated it. "No, please," I cried and coughed, slowly falling on my knees. Because I had an Alpha bloodline in me, it wasn't enough to kill me or put me to sleep easily. That was the reason why I was conscious even when Camille and the other werewolves fell to the floor. But there was one thing it does to me. It weakens me. Weaken me so much that I can't lift a finger. I fell to the floor and rested my back against the cell, feeling every strength in me slowly drawing out. I was like an empty shell just waiting to be blown away by the wind