Tatiana keeps her head down. “I dare not stray from your cause brother, I could never be lost, I remain devout to your purposes.” Antonio scoffs. “Get out,” he orders the woman on the bed and she scampers for her clothes, running out of the room faster than her legs can carry her. Antonio slowly walks towards Tatiana and as he does so, his naked body is slowly covered with clothes that grow out of his skin and by the time he gets to her, he is fully clothed in white silk trousers and long sleeve shirt. He extracts his claw and pinches under Tatiana’s chin, drawing blood as he lifts her face up to look into her eyes. “You say you are not lost? You call me a liar?” Tatiana swallows in trepidation, a chill runs down her spine from the low yet threatening tone of his voice and she shudders, the pain in her chin feeling non-existent, nothing compared to the fear that seizes her heart. Words are to be watched around her brother, his temper is something no leash can hold, only the be
In captivity, she fell in love with the king and they had him and Tatiana but then his mother killed the king in his sleep and then took her life when Antonio was only three years old and Tatiana, six months old.Naturally, the eldest brother took over and became the Lycan king and visiting the sins of the mother upon the children, Antonio and Tatiana were ostracised and exiled from the family by their brother.Their mother, Agatha, before her death was the first daughter of the wraith-kons and they took them in.Tatiana’s magic first manifested when she was two and it became certain that she would inherit her mother’s magic but Antonio had no sign of magic as was expected.However, he studied every mystic and dark art, knew every spell, every charm, every incantation by heart and even though he had no magic himself, he had far more knowledge on sorcery than anyone that had ever existed.It came as a shock to no one when he turned fifteen and shifted into his Lycan that he offered to
Leila stares sullenly at Amara’s sleeping body, sitting beside Amara on the bed. Whatever Tatiana did seems to be working, the colour is gradually returning to Amara’s body and her breathing is not as silent and shallow as before.Tatiana only touched Amara, she didn’t utter a word or use any items for a spell and yet she did something a pack witch could not do. For someone who claims she only just discovered she has witch blood, she seems to be very strong.“Uncle Alpha, why doesn’t mama like you?” Amara mutters in her sleep.It is the first time she is saying anything since she came down with the curse.“Amara, baby,” Leila says, her eyes coating with tears, her heart flooding with relief.She leans closer and holds Amara’s hand but then the strangest thing happens. Immediately Leila touches Amara, she is pulled in by a strong magical force, she sucks in a sharp breath, throwing her head up and her eyes change from their natural blue colour covered by a glowing golden hue and she i
Celina hands Amara to Liana. “Go with your grandma and have something to eat, you and I will catch up later.” Liana and Celina share a knowing look and Liana takes Amara away, leaving the two other women the space to talk. “There is no easy way to say this, so I will say it the only way it can be said. Your child is not supposed to exist. She goes against the very laws of nature, an abomination most would consider her to be, an anomaly they would call her but what she is special, rare and divine,” Celina says as she sits on the floor, crossing her legs in front of her and she gestures with her head for Leila to join her on the floor. Leila looks at her, completely confused, a bit upset and a little surprised. Why call her daughter an abomination and then call her divine? “I don’t understand what you mean, I know she is different, I’ve seen the signs but you make it sound like—” “I make it sound like the truth. Since the beginning of time, the gods have been in charge of the worl
Lelia watches with curiosity and close attention as Celina dips Amara’s unconscious body into the half filled bathtub that contains water and some special herbs Celina got herself from the nearby woods.“Your hand,” Celina says, taking Leila’s hand, holds it over the tub and she slices it with a curved dagger allowing the blood to flow into the water.She waves her hand over Leila’s wound and it immediately seals up and then, she slices her own hand over the water.“With your werewolf blood and my witch blood, her magic will be suppressed for a time,” Celina says and she begins to chant.Leila watches with bated breath and a racing heart as the water in the tub slowly becomes red, like the drops of blood in it and Amara’s eyes fly open, still in her unconscious state. The water begins to steam and dry up and Amara yells in pain when Leila hears something snap.She grits her teeth, purses her lips, clenches her fist her side and tears pour down her eyes in pain for her daughter’s sake.
“Take that fucking page and rip it to shreds Carmela, I want the fuck out of here, nothing else,” Tristan replies, backing away from the prison bars and going back to lay on his bed.He lies face up, staring at the flickering bulb above with his hands behind his head.“Tristan,” Carmela calls, “do we have an agreement? I promise, this time, I’ll be able to get you out. I need you to be a witness in court, I have everything figured out. You just need to stick to your original story, we’ll let them sentence you and her to death but I’ll get you out before you get to the guillotine and you can go anywhere you want.”Tristan slowly turns his head to look at her with rage and disgust in his eyes before he shifts his gaze back to the flickering bulb, a sullen look in his eyes.“Go away Carmela, I don’t want to see you unless you’re here to get me out.”He closes his eyes and heaves a deep sigh.He shouldn’t be in this mess, he didn’t even kill the fucking witch. When he got there, she was a
Leila paces back and forth outside the courthouse, worry etched in her face, anxiety staunch in her heart. “Any news?” She hurries toward the man with a phone to his ear walking towards her, the second defence counsel on her mother’s case, Bass Grant. “No one can reach him,” Bass replies, putting his hands akimbo. “And you say you haven’t seen him in days?” Leila nods and looks away, staring into the distance with a grim look. Today is the most important day of the case so far, the day they get to put her mother in the stands and prove her innocence. Ever since the day Amara shifted, Kelvin had not shown up to the house nor did he call. She thought it odd at first but she assumed he was preparing for the big day and so she did not bother to check in but now no one can reach him. Bass glances at his watch and grunts. “C’mon, we gotta be seated before the judge comes in, maybe he’s running late and don’t worry, I’ve studied the files in depth too, I can handle it.” “Hmm,” Leila no
After Trent is dragged out of the court, Judge Bruce clears his throat, leaning closer to his mic. “After listening to all relevant testimonies and taking into account useful evidence, the court has reached a verdict. Liana Rogers,” Judge Bruce pauses and Liana, Bass and Leila all stand up to hear the verdict of the judge. “On the charge of murder, the court finds the accused…not guilty and on the charge of conspiracy to commit murder, the court also finds the accused not guilty. The accused is hereby acquitted of any charges against her and is free to roam and live as a bonafide member of the blood oak pack within all her rights. This Court case is adjourned,” Judge Bruce continues and slams his gavel. Leila heaves a deep sigh of relief as Liana rushes her in a hug and Leila smiles but the smile barely reaches her eyes. Kelvin’s absence still worries and upsets her. This is his victory, none of this would have been possible without him. He should be here, where the hell could h