Chapter 2

The 'wild one' they called him. The unhinged twin. His brother's parallel opposite, or his personal favorite, 'The dark Prince'. 

Much like his name, Prince Havoc had a certain reputation that preceded him. He had never been quite fond of rules, but unlike most unruly beings, he didn't break them...he rather forgot of their existence altogether. Which was exactly why he had, for the very first time, decided to tour that specific part of the kingdom. His father prohibited every shifter from associating themselves with the witches, said they were unpredictable maniacs who'd seize any chance they got to cause chaos. But Havoc had disregarded that warning and gone there anyway, perhaps because his father described the witches much the same way other beings described him. 

He had however given them the benefit of doubt, but the sight he'd stumbled upon proved that his father hadn't been trying to blind them with false information. Because why else would almost the entire market be shouting such hinous things while attacking one of their own? He could have just ignored the entire ordeal and continued his exploration, but he had a certain mutual understanding with trouble. They were best friends of sorts. So whenever he saw such a chaotic situation, his adrenaline spiked and he was filled with excitement. 

At first, the intention had been to watch what would happen. To see just how far those witches would take things... intervening hadn't really been part of the plan. He knew quite well that if he did so, his father would hear about it and he'd probably end up in more trouble, and it had barely been two days since the last incident he got involved in. And he had been doing a great job of being a casual observer....but then he saw her. 

It wasn't so much her peculiar silver eyes as much as it was the fear within them. He watched the way she anxiously looked around, and when he listened closely, past the angry shouts and curses, he was able to hear her rapid heartbeat. So fast and loud it was impossible to miss. He didn't even have to seek it out, he knew it was hers. 

He watched her. The helplessness in her gaze as she looked at the angry mob caging her in. But up until that point, he had been fairly okay. It had been mostly interest in the situation as well as intrigue at the female's peculiar features. He didn't know much about witches but he doubted they were supposed to have silver eyes....had she been a shifter, it would have been understandable. But she wasn't, he knew that she wasn't. He could tell just by looking at her. 

His eyes remained fixed on the girl, then from that distance, he saw a tear as it streamed down her face. His hand fisted. He blamed his physical reaction on the merciless way in which they were treating her. He wasn't exactly cold hearted after all. But then they began hitting her with items and his curiosity was quickly replaced with what he could only term as anger. The kind of anger that was so strong he could taste it. And it was currently burning his tongue. 

He looked around, digging a hand into his dark strands and narrowing his gaze. Not quite sure of what was happening. Of why he was being so strongly affected by a stranger when almost nothing ever fazed him. He tried to step back but it was as if his feet were pivoted to the ground. He could feel something foreign within him and he wasn't sure of what to do. As a shifter, he knew that under certain situations, his tiger would be tempted to come out, but there was nothing particularly special about that situation to summon the beast within him. But that was until he decided to take in a deep breath, and in the air, he caught hints of it. 

Blood....her blood. 

Immediately after, his own heartbeat became erratic, his tiger was fighting to take over. And in his mind he saw flashed if all the violent things he wanted to do to every last being in that haunted crowd. His vision turned blurry, proof that his tiger was indeed seconds away from taking over. He'd turn, and he'd make then all pay for what they were doing to her! He took another breath, the scent of her blood making every fibre of him turn feral. He wasn't himself, he knew that much. And when he struggled to look at his hand , he realized that his claws were out. 

All he had to do was rip them apart....all of them. 

He watched with lethal desperation as a man from the crowd stepped forward, a wooden plank in his hand, his intentions clear. And the second the man raised it above his head, Havoc became unable to hold it in anymore. Any ounce of control he had disappeared, he parted his lips to command them to stop, but instead of words, there was a growl. 

Silence spread as everyone turned towards him, but his eyes were glued to her. She seemed just as shocked and confused as everyone else. 

Revenge! His tiger seemed to demand. Then he growled even louder as he felt it take over. 

He was shifting. In the middle of a market filled with witches, for a reason he was yet to come to terms with. 

Everyone began shouting, screaming as they ran off. And when the man that had been about to hit her tried to run off, he found himself running after him, biting the male's leg until he tasted nothing but blood. The man screamed but everyone else was too busy trying to seek safety to care. 

He growled once more, intending to rip the leg right off, but then he glanced back and realized that she was gone. He grew frantic, looking around with narrowed eyes, then he took in a deep breath and caught the strong hint of her scent. She wasn't too far off. 

He turned around, intent on trailing after her, but then he saw Callum and Rex as they ran towards him. They stopped on seeing him. Shock a clear display in both their faces. 

" Havoc?" Callum called out, looking past him and at the wounded man howling in pain behind him. 

" What the hell..." Rex began, but it appeared they were too puzzled to ask coherent questions, and so was Havoc. 

 " Get back to The Lenter, we'll deal with things here and catch up with you, " Callum finally said after the silence stretched. 

Havoc breathed in again, her scent was faint but he was certain he'd still be able to catch her if he set out. 

" Havoc!" Callum shouted, and when their eyes met, Havoc saw the seriousness in his eyes. The two of them were staring at him as if seeing him for the first time. 

" Go! Your father's probably sent that crazy dog of his to sniff you out. Now I'm no genius but I'm sure this isn't something he'd be too happy about, "

On account of those words, Havoc began to run, and it took a lot of will to head towards his home instead of going after that girl. And as he ran, he finally allowed himself to come to terms with what had just happened. He didn't have to be told, no research was necessary. Even though it was a new experience, he knew what it meant, he could feel it. And it filled him with both confusion and eagerness in equal measure. 

He'd found her, he realized, he'd finally found his mate!