Victim: Kael Aspen Age: Twenty six Assault weapon: A weirdly crested dagger Suspect: Not found. *KAEL* A flash of metal and silver whips past me or at least that what I seem to remember — A weirdly crested dagger. Beep. Beep. The continuous monitor sounds are deafening, messing with my brain. The smell of healing magic in the room duels with the natural smell of antiseptic. I am in an hospital. Footsteps draw closer, the door does not open but whoever it is stands by the closed door. "Is he awake yet?" It looks like there are two people at the door, and the first voice sounds weirdly familiar, but I cannot place it. "He is not, but as the special Lycan he is he would definitely survive this. He should be awake in maybe five hours." "How are you so sure of that?" "Because the sedatives works for ten hours, and if is only been five hours since we administered it to him." "Good. Tell me immediately when he is up, okay?" "Of course Y
**Lilac** "Someone tried to kill you, do you remember that?" Carla asks Kael. It's been three hours since I found out my husband does not remember me or anyone in particular, three hours since I have begin to question my life in this stupid Lycan city, three hours since I have started replaying Nina and Milo's words in my head of how I will actually die here in Lycania. Could things actually get any worse? Issy has gone back to the palace, I wonder if the royal family already knows of his condition and if they did, why have they not contacted Carla? Kael shuts his eyes at Carla's question, his index finger rubbing on his eyebrow in deep thought then he shakes his head. "Nothing. I remember nothing," He says. I groan inaudibly. This is so fucking bad. How can he not remember anything? He didn't hit his head or something... So what the hell is going on? Kael stops rubbing his brow and then his gaze meets mine again. "Can I have some space with my wife please?" He says to Carla without
**Lilac** Queen Jada left the dining room saying she needed to rest after Kael went outside with the king. The rest of us stayed behind except Carla who also left for something important according to her. I keep glancing at the doorstep wondering what King Alvarez would say to Kael. It is one thing for me to act like I don't care about him, keeping my distance because I didn't know how to act around him when he seemed so different from the man I had come to know for the past four months . But it is another thing knowing that there is no love lost between Kael and his Father and he does not remember that and now they are alone. My fingers are trembling beneath the table and I try to avoid everyone's gaze even Issy's. "Are you okay sunshine?" "What?"I blink at Issy's question. "Are you okay? You don't look so good." She repeats. Talon scoffs. "The girl is still frightened after four months... Too bad your husband can't even remember you." "Talon, do not start." Lola grits at him.
*Lilac* Feelings are a funny thing. They make you forget about the past and leaves you only focused on the present. The past is long forgotten as I snake my arm around Kael's waist, air breathing on both our necks as he rides the scooter. I have never been on a scooter before, I remember that Milo once talked about riding on one with Barry, a guy from our highschool. She was so proud of it when she said it and she had that stupid twisted look on her face, the one she always had when she got something under her grasp. That day I couldn't have cared less, but now I feel so high and free like all my bad memories are being erased. Is this because of the ride? Or me being with Karl? I certainly do not think it would be the latter. Kael pulls the scooter to a stop in front of a fenced place with a big black gate. I have never been to this side of the city and I am wondering how Kael knows this place when he supposedly remembers nothing but I do not mention that. I let him park t
**Kael** Love. Pain. Death. They all work hand in hand. I remember nothing, but I know who she is. She is the reason I exist, my soulmate. I watch as Lilac rushes into the hospital room where her friend is. Roman Russo, Carla told me he was her bodyguard and he was also stabbed by that dagger just like I was. Something is going on, something I should know of and it is very frustrating that I have no idea whatsoever. Carla told me I worked at the Lyncs as an office lieutenant which as far as I know is one of the most highest rank in the Lycania army, but then it is crazy how I still don't understand why I settled for an office job or why I joined the Lyncs in the first place. Loosing my memories has to be the worst thing that has ever happened to me. So many questions... unanswered. Frustration is eating at me in the most brutal way possible. I lean back against the wall, closing my eyes to allow my mind roam the possibilities, that is until I sense something. M
I am here again. They say three is the charm right? I hope so. She is on that same rocking chair, and today I see her face very clearly as if it were daylight. She is holding that baby again, and it is with shock that I realize the uncanny resemblance between that baby and someone I know—Kael! "Lily!! Lily!" The man comes rushing down the stairs, on his hands is that same dagger. I see him. I know him. King Alaric of Lycania, Kael's Father. "Al Please... You cannot do this to me." "Lily." He grins maniacally. "Sometimes, you have to sacrifice yourself for the greater good!" "What greater good Alaric! Killing me will not solve your problem!" "I will kill you, and that abomination you call a son!" The woman, whose name I now know as Lily holds her son protectively and leaps off the rocking chair. "Al, what has come over you! You were never like this!" The pain in which she speaks is so evident, her lips tremble. "You have no idea! You really have
*Kael* Rule #1: Never fall in love with your human wife or you will definitely get stuck. It is the fourth time I am seeing the tears in her eyes, the fourth time I have made her cry. Two emotions are dueling inside of me now, and it takes every ounce of my control to suppress them both. Control, Kael. Control. Rage. The rage is here again, I thought I had heard the end of it, but apparently it only left for a little while. My claws are extended and I clamp my hands closed as they dig into my palm drawing blood. Lust. She is in tears, all I just need to do is console her right? Then why am I staring at those puckered lips and wondering how she would taste if I kiss her again? Why am I so eager to know how she would sound when I trail my lips all over her. Why do I want to hear her shed tears of pleasure. I am insane, literally. If I thought pulling Lilac outside would at least give me some sort of decency then that was a big fat lie. Decency be
*Lilac* I told Kael about the books and the dreams. I narrated the dreams and the entries of the book to him. Trusting no one does not mean I cannot trust my husband, besides he is the only one I can rely on in all of Lycania. We go back inside without saying a word, although we are holding hands. It is so strange how we moved from being total strangers to secretly leaning on each other in just six days, something we could not achieve in the four months that we have been married. Should I say I love the outcome of his memory loss? Or should I say I am scared of how he would turn out to be when the day breaks now that his memories are back? I hope he stays the same considerate caring listening Kael. I like this side of him. I fear the outcome of whatever this is. But little drops of water would eventually make a mighty ocean, right? Apart from being scared, I am excited. Who gets excited over solving a murder case? Me apparently. I did not use to be like this, but h
*KAEL* I have no idea how I manage to drive all the way down to my suite. My need for Lilac is like the moon reaching for the sun's light. My ache for her is like an itching on my skin that needs to be expelled. My lips are on hers the moment we step inside. She gasps at my sudden intrusion but I care less as I deepen the kiss, my hands reaching for her neck as I back her against the sofa. I kiss her like it is the last thing I am going do and she meets with that same frenzied innuendo. We are drinking each other in like starved wolves, every each of our skin fraught with sensations. I reach for her dress zipper, but stop myself to look at her, silently pleading for access. Lilac reaches for my belt , and that is all I need as I pull her zipper down and her dress falls to the ground. I ift her up, my lips meeting her again as I lead us both into the room and onto the bed. My clothes are off too and I feel her shiver as I press against her. "It's your first time, isn't
*LILAC* I thought I died. If that dagger could have killed a Lycan in an instant, how much less a mere human like me. But then I woke up, two weeks after, in an hospital bed. It took a while before I could process what was happening, heck I could not even understand. Carla said the works of the fates were beyond our reasonings. Carla had stood at the door entrance of the room, watching as I came to life. Her first sentence to me was; "You did good, Lilac." Maybe I was dreaming, maybe all these was a little game before I finally stepped into oblivion, but then he had walked in his eyes redrimmed with dried tears black hair falling disheveled against his face. He had sprinted towards me, and he had cupped my cheeks with scarred palms and he wept on me. "I love you, Princess," he had whispered repeatedly. He was real. Everything was real. I lived. A week after, I had attended the trial of Talon and his wife, they were both stripped bare of their m
*KAEL* I have always thought it weird that I found myself more comfortable with Isabelle than I ever was with Talon, even way before I knew how cunning and cruel he was, but now I know, it is because there was never any need for us to fraternize because we are not even related by a single pint of blood. The crowd breaks into a frenzy, everyone trying to run for their life. My Father sits with shock as if he cannot comprehend that he has been fathering another man's son for years. Talon, in his changed form lunges towards me or rather my wife, and I do not hesitate but jump between them . It is like I am an invisible wall protecting the woman I love from any harm that may come from my beloved brother. Sarcasm intended. I feel his claws dig through the fabric of my shirt as if they could go straight through my flesh and rip the heart right out of my chest. "You've always liked to stick your nose where it does not belong, brother," he snarls. "Is this why you
*LILAC* Two weeks of immense training on how to use the arrow. Two weeks of attending Lupin without Isabelle. Two weeks of finding out that Beryl Caulder isn't as bad as I thought... And two weeks of Carla trying to teach Kael king duties. King duties. It feels surreal that he is even thinking of taking the throne from his Father. I know it has something to do with the Klux that Beryl, Romwn and I have still not gotten his identity. Kael knows something, but he is not telling us. I do not bother him because I know that eventually everything will come into light. The Klux has not attacked since that night. Raul, Emery and Perez has been buried and Isabelle has not left the palace since the royal guards came to take her away from Carla's place the next day after the incident. Today is the Last ball of the mating season and today is the day Kael has decided to confront his Father to step down from the throne. Nothing could go wrong, right? But the hope is farf
*KAEL* I hate surprises. From the on start of my life, I have always hated surprises. Birthday surprises? My mother made sure there was nothing like that after I went into a full panic mode the first day she had organized one for me. My gifts were never even wrapped because I hated wanting to know what was wrapped inside. The scent. Fuck! Why did I never think to that level? Why did I not piece two and two together way before now? Maybe I would have stopped the deaths, maybe I would have– Fuck. It's late when I get back — Carla's home precisely. I find my way into the kitchen and fish out a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet. Only if I was not immune to alcohol. I do not bother to take a cup as I uncap the bottle, bringing it to my mouth and gulping it readily. The sting in my throat is welcoming, I do not stop, not until I hear footsteps and her scent tickles my nose. As a moon Lykae, sometimes the ability to recognize scents very easily could be more of a cur
*KAEL* The familiar gates of the Lyncs barracks greet me as I ride in. I waste no time in parking my scooter and head to General Caulder's office. He will not be expecting me, nor what I have for him. Atwater is the first one I see though, my supposed roommate, he is also headed to Caulder's floor I suppose. "Hey, Atwater!" I yell. He stops and slowly turns back to stare at him, he gasps, his eyes grew wide wide with shock. "Your High... I mean Lieutenant Aspen? Is that really you?" "Obviously. Are you headed to Caulder's office?" He nods. "Come with me then." Atwater says nothing as he leads the way to Caulder's office, he is probably wondering why I am being friendly to him when i never even cared about his existence during my stay here. Getting to Caulder's office, Atwater raises his hand to knock but I push it open instead. Caulder abruptly looks up from his system at my interruption. I cannot tell if it is a genuine smile that graces his fa
Victims: Perez Gillero, Raul Nyx, Emery Lon-Nyx Ages: Twenty, Twenty-four, Twent-three respectively. Assault weapon: A weirdly crested dagger. Suspect: Not found *LILAC* "I killed them," she is saying hysterically. Her black curls are all over the place and eyes red rimmed with tears. She looks like she is going insane. I cannot imagine how it would feel to loose all the people she had once called friends. Even I who had only known them fleetingly can feel my heart ache at their demise. Is it Perez? Or Raul and Emery who had just celebrated their mating ceremony some months ago. My own tears are falling and consoling Issy is getting harder by the day. Carla comes into the room. "You can leave," she says. "I'll handle this." I do not argue with her because I am just as mentally stressed myself. So I leave her to it and find my way into Kael and my room. It is the dead of the night, probably around 12, Beryl had gone back after staying for an hour whi
*KAEL* I should trust Lilac to be okay on her own. I should not follow her. But this nagging feeling gets the best of me and I find myself walking closely behind her, being subtle enough for her not to notice. It is when I see Russo and Caulder waitibg for her that I realized she lied and she was not going to use the restroom. We are here. "We should find somewhere to hide." Russo is saying. This is when I step out of the shadows. "I do not think that would be necessary." "Holy shit!" "Kael?" Lilac's eyes are wide as saucers when she notices me. "It's funny how you want to find a secret organization when you can't even tell that I have been behind you." "You followed me," Lilac says in disbelief. "I did," I reply her. "I thought we agrees we were going to solve this together, so what is this going behind my back to find some organization or whatever the fuck this is about?" She snorts at my outburst. "You left this morning, obviously to find some clues yourself right? Why
*LILAC* "YOU ARE NOT GOING WITH US, KAEL!" Issy is yelling at her brother. "Unfortunately you cannot tell me what to do, Isabelle," He grits out. "It's Issy goddamnit!" "I'm going with you and that's final!" "You are only going to ruin our fun, what is wrong with you brother!" "Twice i left her in your care, and something terrible happens!" "That's not a me problem. That's your city's problem." And then a pause. I gasp because I only just noticed the slipup, To Issy, Kael is not suppose to know that. "You lost your memory Kael, how do you know that?" Shit! This time Issy' voice is low and full of so much pain I had no idea she carried. She repeats her question, rather slowly this time, emphasizing on every syllable. "You lost your memory Kael, how do you know that?!" "Carla and I told him some things," I try to defend. "You are lying," She mumbles. "You both are lying to me." Tears start to form in her eyes and I cannot help the guil