Theon“We've kept Valencia in the dungeons,” I tell the Headmistress as we make our way back to the castle. “The dungeons are in the cellar. I’ll bring her to a better room for you, it’ll be easier for the interrogation.”Walking through the hallways of the castle with the Headmistress attracts as many stares as it did while we crossed through the town. They’re much more discreet in the castle, but no less surprised and reverent.The Headmistress simply looks that ethereal. I don’t believe she’d ever visited the royal pack before, much less an ordinary pack.“Actually, I think it's better if we keep her in the dungeons,” the Headmistress points out. “Less chance for her to escape or be broken out. The dungeon cells are lined with silver mixed iron bars, correct?” “Err, yes, they are,” I answer, wondering what she was implying.“Most of the supernatural creatures find silver lethal. Perhaps this devil does too. Having the prisoner kept behind silver bars would be prudent.”“I understa
Callista“You haven't even touched the food I brought you,” the devil's voice comes out of nowhere all of the sudden, making me flinch. He's invisible yet again. “Why? Is it not up to your liking?”He'd bought me a tray of food a while ago. It literally just appeared in front of where I was sitting by the bed, startling me. It looked appetizing enough, containing a bowl of soup and pieces of grilled cheese cut into bite-size triangles, with a glass of orange juice. But I don't want to eat anything.“Well,” I quip back. “When someone kidnaps you from your home only to chain you to a bed, you don't really have much of an appetite.”The devil tsks. “That's not a very wise action to take, Callista, even if it’s to spite me. Don't human bodies need nutrition daily?”I look up at that.“You talk as if you don't need that,” I remark. “As if you're different from the rest of us mortals.”“That's because I'm not a mortal, Callista,” the devil replies conversationally. “I'm immortal. I can liv
TheonThe Headmistress looks inside every crevice and corner in Valencia’s mind, navigating through her memories. She doesn't even feel it, as Matron Aldar, who'd wandered down to the dungeons, tells me. Reading one's mind was a taxing process that did no harm to the person whose mind was being read. It could also only be done by someone as powerful as the Headmistress. “An average witch cannot reign their mind in the way a witch of the Headmistress's caliber can unless they have an affinity to telepathy. Unless it's their aspect,” Matron Aldar explains in a low voice so as not to disturb the Headmistress. “If a less powerful, aspect-less witch attempts it, then they will lose control of their own memories. They will be destroyed, or worse, mutilated into something dangerous. In the end, the witch who attempted it would go insane.”I raise my brows at that.“That's quite a risk to take,” I express.“That's why you need to be licensed to engage in telepathy unless you have an aspect f
Theon“That is the ring she always wears,” Ophelia says, looking excited at the new development. “This is a miracle!”“It is indeed,” the Headmistress comments, holding the ring to the light. In her hand, the ring looks uncharacteristically old.I distinctly remember how when Callista wears it, the ring looks new and polished.Callista had told me before that the ring worked for her because it was somehow powered by her soul. I've wondered many times how that was even possible. How did that work? Was her soul like a password to reveal the ring's powers? Although I was skeptical, I was always glad that she had the ring to protect herself with, and I've only seen her without it a handful of times. Did Callista leave the ring here on purpose so we could find it? Or was it by mistake? Either way, the ring was in our grasp. That should mean something. “Can you use it to find her?” I ask the Headmistress as she rolls the ring in between her fingers, her inquiring gaze focused on it.“I'
Theon“Of course,” I reply, and we all make our way toward the castle. Leita stays to wake Dan and take him to where he's being kept, and I fall into step with Kiran as the Headmistress hurries in front of us.“Why are you all scared of this dude?” I ask him. “Of this Master Tsertinand?”“We aren't scared, per se,” Kiran replies. “It's just that the man is a pain in the neck. Always acts as if we're dragging him to hell whenever we try to talk with him. When he's out of his cave, he's always pissed. I don't know what his problem is.”“Sounds like a very interesting character,” I note, more curious than ever.We enter the castle, and the witches immediately sigh in relief. I feel bad for not knowing that the cold was affecting them that much.“Would you like to wait in a sitting room? I can have some refreshments brought, perhaps some hot chocolate?” I suggest, wanting to accommodate our guests. Leita joins us again, having placed Dan into his resting place. “That would be excellent,
CallistaI grip the chain with both of my hands and hit the padlock with it, using all my might. The sound of iron hitting iron echoes through the room, and I hit it again and again. My plan is to break the padlock somehow, but I don't know if this will work. Frankly, I don't think it will, because no matter how much I hit it, neither the padlock nor the chain even tarnishes.But I can't just keep staring at the walls and do nothing. I need to escape.After noticing that my ring was gone, I panicked. Had the devil taken it? Had the pack members that this house belongs to take it? Where was my damn ring? I've gotten used to the amulet so much that because I'm not wearing it now, I feel as if a part of me is missing. I'm constantly touching my finger, actually agitated about the lack of the metal band just below my knuckle. I'm sure I was wearing the ring when I followed the disguised Xaveraq to the forest.So, what had happened to it?As soon as the devil reappeared after my discove
Theon“You're right when you said the ring is shielding her,” Master Tsertinand mutters as he opens his eyes for the umpteenth time after yet another failed attempt at finding the trail that would lead to Callista. “This stupid thing thinks I'm trying to harm her! Who the hell made it? Fucking amateurs!”“Does that mean you can't trace her?” I ask, my hope running low with every passing second. “Come on, Tsertinand, you cannot give up on this,” the Headmistress insists. “A girl's life is in danger.”“Who said anything about giving up?” Master Tsertinand snaps. “You've known me for 500 years, Beadohild, have you seen me give up anything? I just need some more time. I'm starting to figure out the pattern the ring is trying to lead me on, and I need to 'crack the code' as the kids say these days.”“How do you know anything about what the kids say these days? You don't even come out of your cave!” Kiran mutters next to me, and then stammers when Tsertinand gives him a withering glare. “U
TheonFive trucks are filled with prisoners and my own guards. There's a guard for each prisoner, and they sit in the trucks facing each other. I don't think the prisoners will try anything along the way, but we can't be too sure. I get on the truck in the front while Haden takes the one in the back. That way we could cover the whole fleet. Ophelia helps glamor the trucks so they would seem like transportation trucks rather than those holding people, so the humans won't get suspicious. So, I thank her and climb to the passenger seat of the truck, which is driven by Terrel, we start the journey. “So, what's the game plan once we get to the Former Leighwen pack?” Haden asks through the phone.We are engaged in a group call with all the guards except those that drive so we can discuss strategy. I have my phone on speaker so Terrel can listen in.“Find a new name for it, first and foremost,” Terrel mutters. “Saying Former Leighwen all the time is tiring.”“Seconded,” Haden replies.“Fi
CallistaAs soon as I exit the room, I stumble upon a girl who screams upon seeing me.I arm myself with my chain, not caring about her age. She looks old enough to have found her bear. The chain is bundled up with the piece of the bed post and the padlock, giving it a good heft, and I for a fact know that it would knock her out with one strike. “No, please don't hit me, I'm innocent!” She raises her hands in her defense as she stumbles back against the wall.“Who are you?” I snarl, not believing her entirely.“I just work in the pack house, please, I got nothing to do with what's going on!” The girl pleads, her expression filled with panic and fear. “I'm the one who brought you the food so Master Xaveraq could take them to you!”A quick thought passes through my mind.“You know Xaveraq?” I demand and she nods. “I was the one tending to all his needs. My Alpha assigned me to him,” she answers, and I hold the chain and point to it.“In that case, you got any idea where the key to thi
CallistaI can't believe it, Theon is here!Theon is finally here!The sheer relief I feel as soon as I see him nearly brings me to my knees, and I can't help but cry out his name. He's battling two bears at once, expertly dodging their lumbering attacks and hitting them with some of his own.He's fast and he's precise, and in a few minutes, he manages to draw out blood. Next to him, Haden fights, targeting the bears who come toward Theon. They act as a team to take the bears down. Haden has a scratch on his back already, but it doesn't seem to bother him.I find myself screaming at them whenever a bear turns towards them, and every time Theon glances at me, I feel better than I did in the last few days.It's kind of pathetic in hindsight, I guess, but I don't care.This is the first time I'm seeing my mate after four days, and dammit, I'm going to be as sappy as I want. I have so many questions. How is the Rexellen pack? What happened to Farris and Elias? Is Elias really dead? How
TheonAs soon as the Headmistress gives us the signal, Ophelia lifts herself off the ground using her vines and shoots out of the trees.We follow her out, Haden and I shifted to our wolf forms, Master Tsertinand wielding his magical disc, Kiran holding two daggers that look lethal along with a multitude of amulets, and Leita with her vast knowledge of spells and ability to call any animal within the range. As soon as we burst through the tree line, I notice the house and the army of werebears. There might be three or four dozen of them surrounding the hunting lodge-style house that stands in the middle of a grassy field. Some of them are turned while many of them are still in their human forms.I noticed the Gamma who I fought against, Edwin Teller, in the front, standing with his claws out, ready to attack in any given movement. The Headmistress is standing facing a man who is not visible through the trees. The bears get ready to face the witches, and as soon as we appear, they st
CallistaI rush to the window of my room, thankful that the chain is long enough to allow me the movement, and throw open the windows. There is an army of werebears, both turned and in human form, surrounding the house, facing the forest from the east.Near the tree line stands a woman dressed in the white garb of the witches, flowing pants tucked into her boots, a white tunic over a long-sleeved bodice with a sash tied around her waist, and a scarf wound around her neck. Her snow-white hair is tied back from her face, and her pale eyes glisten with an ethereal light.She stands in a posture that radiates power, her head held high, her spine straight, standing tall against an army of bears.I can't help my astonishment. The Headmistress is here!Her eyes flick upwards to the window and focus on my face. They widen slightly, and I can't help but wave like a lunatic and scream, “I'm here! I'm here!”The Headmistress gives me the smallest nod, visible relief in her eyes.“You are the He
CallistaI can't sleep. I anticipated this before. Although the unrest outside had dwindled, I was still alert and wide awake, listening to every little sound. I'm pretty sure it's past midnight at the moment.I'm not a stranger to insomnia, but after having some good nights of sleeping blissfully before this whole fiasco started with Farris taking over the Rexellen pack, my old sleeping habits were making an appearance. The information the devil revealed today doesn't help me either. I still can't wrap my head around all of it.Of all the things to happen to me, I never expected that I'd end up a prisoner to an ancient being who killed thousands just because he wanted to ‘unify all races to save the world’. I mean, come on, that sounds like the plot of an action-packed Hollywood movie. And certainly not one with the supernatural in it. But that is the reality I'm living in. Both the earthquake and the Geraldine pack were his doing. How could he be so callous? So emotionless abou
Theon“Now, the deviless, who'd been raised apart from her parents because she was blessed as a deity, didn't know what love even was,” the Headmistress continues. “It was a different time than ours, and back then, even language was at its infancy. Books were not invented yet. When she asked her servants about the strange emotion she felt whenever she saw the devil they wouldn't give her a straight answer. The servants were certain that the deviless couldn't feel love the way the normal folk did. The poor deviless was confused about herself and decided to ask the young devil warrior for answers herself.”The Headmistress pauses to glance at the barrier, and then turns back to us. It's nearly midnight now, and fortunately, we haven't had any animals wander into the campsite so far. We heard some chirping and rustling here and there, but it was nothing big.My bet was that they were rabbits or squirrels, or some other critters that size. Haden and I were alert, nevertheless, just in cas
Theon“Where's Aldar?” Master Tsertinand asks, making way for the Headmistress to approach the camp.She's dressed unlike I've ever seen her before. The Headmistress usually opts for long dresses and cloaks that look gothic and ancient.But now she's dressed in a costume similar to what the protectors like Kiran wore while they were in the Guild, although it is pure white in color. The protector outfit suits her significantly, making it easier for her to blend with the surroundings and accentuate her strong frame.Her hair is tied back from her face in a severe style, highlighting her angular features. She wears rings studded with stones on all of her fingers, and a stone pendant around her neck. “She had to stay behind to take care of the Guild in my absence,” the Headmistress replies, smiling at all of us in greeting. “The Academy is very busy at this time of the year with the first years getting ready for the Annual festival. Matron Aldar and I can't afford to leave together at su
Theon“We saw a dirt path,” I reply as soon as I transform back to the human form from behind a boulder, using it to hide my nudity. “It's just a moment away from here. There are rocks all around so we can have a cover.”“A dirt path?” Master Tsertinand questions and send the ring a dirty look. “Couldn't have shown me that, could you, you little shit? We're trying to save your damned owner!”The ring, of course, does not answer. “We nearly ran into the barrier when we saw it,” Haden chimes in next to me, having transformed back himself. “Your bird was a great help.”As we say that, the bird itself arrives, chirping. It spirals around us, nearly touching us, and then flies straight towards Master Tsertinand. As soon as it collides with the weapon smith's body, it vanishes. “Did you call the Headmistress?” I question, pulling on my clothes.They're at the same spot I left them. Master Tsertinand was right when he said that the perimeter was smaller than that of the Rexellen pack. It o
Callista“Holy shit, you're the one behind the earthquake too?!” I yell out, unable to believe what I'm hearing.I expected him to reveal a lot of things, but this was not one of them.“I did not mean to. I was never a fan of causing an unnecessary ruckus, and the earthquake did exactly that. It even sapped up some of my own powers in doing so, that I had to absorb more souls to compensate,” Xaveraq says. “Anyway, after that-”“Woah, Woah, Woah,” I stand up from my bed, my heart beating fast in my chest.I'm trying to piece together this puzzle in my head with all the information I'm being given. That part of absorbing souls, whatever that may be, rings a bell in my mind.A very disturbing bell.“So, where did you get your souls?” I demand.“Is that really important at the moment, Callista?” Xaveraq questions in a bored tone. “I thought you wanted to know how I found you.”“Tell me where you got the souls from,” I insist, feeling dread mount within me.I desperately hope he would not