Olivera started answering Raul’s question, without making the deal, surprising Raul who had thought that she might bicker and try to slither away from the deal. But what he didn’t know was that Olivera had already proposed in her heart to let him know everything that was going on, just as Vee and Verity had advised so that she wouldn’t be fighting this war alone. And so she told him of the first time she had found the secret room, and what she had found there-the pictures of her and her brother, whom everyone believes is dead, but whom she had a feeling might be alive. She told him of the hefty books that she had no understanding of, and how she had run out of the room because Vee had tipped her that Jeremy had been about to be executed. Olivera didn’t pause there, even when Raul rubbed his face, partly ashamed of his actions. She told him of the form Vee had taken, and how she hadn’t known what it was until she had found Nick close to him, until she had found out that the Nick she
“So, I’m done. It's time to fulfill your part of the bargain.” Olivera said, crossing her legs, ignoring the flash of panic that fleeted past Raul's face just for a bare second at her statement. She knew that this topic scared him to talk about, made him seem like a fearful small boy, but she wasn’t going to patronize or fawn over him with pity. She knew that he wouldn’t like that. She knew that he would close up faster than he would open up. There were beats of silence, where Raul stared at the wall without speaking, and Olivera contemplated asking the question again. But she finally chose to be quiet till he was ready to talk. She could wait. They had enough time. But she wouldn’t let him leave her room until he had spoken all that she wanted to hear, even if it included threatening him with her life. Talking about this might help him heal. She watched painfully as he opened his mouth, and then shut it, pain and sorrow filling up his eyes. She had never seen him like this. With
Raul sat alone in his office, the room dimly lit by a single flickering candle. The weight of Olivera's words pressed heavily on his mind. She had told him something that seemed impossible, something that threatened to shatter his entire understanding of his past. According to his mate, his father had lied to him. But how could that be? His father had always been a beacon of honesty and integrity, a guiding force in his life. The idea that he had been deceiving Raul all along felt like a betrayal too deep to comprehend.He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as he replayed the conversation with Olivera in his mind. Her eyes had been filled with sincerity, her voice steady and unwavering. She was his mate, the one person he was supposed to trust implicitly. The bond they shared was unbreakable, rooted in truth and loyalty. How could she lie to him? The very thought seemed absurd. And yet, the doubt lingered.Raul's mind raced with conflicting emotions. On one han
10 years ago.Seventeen years old Raul paced tro and fro his large room, his excitement bubbling over as he grabbed his phone to call Leonard. They had been planning for weeks to go to the biggest party of the summer, and tonight was finally the night. The anticipation had been building all day, and he could hardly contain himself.The anticipation didn’t dull over when Leonard missed his calls ten times, or when the latter didn’t call back. Raul knew his cousin’s house, his cousin who treated him much better than his mother did. And so, without wasting time, he donned a casual attire, and made his way to Leonard’s house.It was a perfect summer evening, warm and golden with the sun setting in the distance. Raul made his way through the familiar neighborhood, his steps quick and light. Leonard’s house was just around the corner, and Raul could already imagine the two of them walking to the party together, talking about all the fun they were going to have.As he approached the house, R
8 years ago.19 years old Raul stood in the council hall, his heart pounding in his chest as he watched the scene that was unfolding before him. The air crackled with tension as Miriam, a once-respected member of their pack, his stepsister, was dragged in by guards, her wrists bound and her eyes filled with defiance. It was a sight that sent a shiver down Raul's spine, for he knew the gravity of the accusations that had led to this moment.Leonard, Miriam’s lover and his cousin, surged forward to stop them, his desperate cries echoing off the stone walls of the hall. But the guards held him back, their grip firm and unyielding. Raul's gaze flickered to his cousin, the anguish etched on Leonard's face cutting him to the core. He had been the one to make the report, to his father no less, detailing the abominable relationship between Leonard and Miriam.Raul's father, the alpha of their pack, had not taken the report lightly. He had believed, like many others, that Miriam had used dark
The Present Time.“You aren’t going to answer the question?” Raul noticed that Leonard's facial features had hardened again. Well, it was to be expected. He thought, letting out a weary sigh. “I am not calling for her help, Leonard. I am sure you know that.” A tense silence, after which Leonard chuckled darkly. “I knew, but I had still thought to ask. Dumb right? Wishing that you would probably get down the high horse and ask for help. Maybe then you will see that she is not as evil as you think.” Raul scoffed. “Why are you so obsessed with your first cousin? Isn’t the relationship abominable? What about your mate? Have you bothered searching for her? Why are you so hung on a woman that doesn’t care about you?” Leonard gritted his teeth, then stood up from his seat, as if to leave.“What? Discussing it makes you uncomfortable?” Raul taunted, riding on the waves of aggression.Leonard chuckled again. “You are really clueless, aren’t you? I actually pity Olivera.” Raul hit the ta
Olivera's heart felt like a heavy stone in her chest as she sat by Raul's bedside, watching him in his coma. A whirlwind of emotions tore through her, each one vying for dominance in her already overwhelmed mind.Guilt gnawed at her relentlessly, a constant reminder of the harsh words she had spoken to him moments before he slipped into unconsciousness. She replayed their discussion over and over in her mind, each word a dagger stabbing at her conscience. If only she had been kinder, if only she had just listened and kept her opinions to herself, perhaps things would be different now.Regret washed over her in waves, threatening to drown her in its suffocating embrace. She wished she could turn back time, go back to that moment and choose her words more carefully. But she knew that was impossible, and the weight of her mistakes pressed down on her like a crushing burden.Fear gripped her heart in icy fingers, squeezing until she could barely breathe. The thought of losing Raul, of nev
Olivera sighed wearily as she dropped on the bed with a soft thud, aware of Vee stepping into the room, and shutting the door after him. “He will be fine, Olivera. Nick had mentioned so. I checked him myself, and he would be fine. And don’t blame yourself, you weren’t at fault.” Olivera shook her head, sitting up on the bed. “Probably, but I am sure that our last conversation was part of the things that had put him in that state. You heard what Nick said. He is in a coma. We are not sure when he is waking up. What if…” Olivera lifted her hands as she spoke and let it fall again, tears beginning to fall from her eyes for the umpteenth time since the news. “He will wake up, Olivera. I have a feeling that he will be better when he wakes up, his memories and all, including the truth about his mother’s departure.” Olivvera flunked her hands. “That’s what I am talking about. I had been part of it. I had caused him to go into an induced sleepy state!” “To remember, Olivera. If I should
When they clambered to the surface of the ground, away from the lab, the girls breathed in relief, freed from the nightmares they had been subjected to for years. It was then that Olivera took a blood bag from the polythene in her arms, feeling better in the night hair, and took a sip, wary of how the blood would taste. She had heard Jacob talking about the heady feeling, worse if it came from an ancient. But it still hadn’t prepared her for the kick of pleasure. She found herself moaning as she greedily drank the blood, until she drained the bag. When she was done, she looked at the others. They were staring at her with unexplainable emotions on their faces. At least it wasn’t disgust. Olivera thought with a shrug, before handing the bag over to Miriam. When her friend hesitated in collecting it, she piqued an eyebrow. “You want to do the dismantling of the structure, without alerting the soldiers?” Miriam huffed, and took the bag. As much as she had great magic, she didn’t want
The first thing Olivera saw when she stepped into the hole where the passageway stopped was the largeness of the space, which could contain more than five thousand people. Then she saw the tubes, the boiling liquids and the lab rats. A modern lab.‘Where are you?’ She asked the girl, needing to get out of here; it was making her nauseous. Ten more minutes here, and she might be vomiting all over the place. And there was the fact that she didn’t know when the soldiers would be waking up. ‘At the far end of the cave…’Olivera nodded as if the girl was speaking to her physically. And gesturing with her head, for Miriam to follow her, she sauntered toward the end of the hall, making sure not to look at the tubes housing different organs and parts of an organism. What the hell! She screamed mentally when she saw a full brain at a table which looked like a butchering table. “Oh, my god…what are they doing here?” She heard Miriam ask beside her and sighed. Whose brain was that? A human
Miriam’s heart pounded erratically as she followed Olivera, who seemed very confident on what she was doing, and on where she was going. Three times she thought of grabbing Olivera and walking away from the region, but she also knew it would have been a futile attempt. Her friend’s mind was already made up. She watched as the latter walked past the last barrack, and stopped by a pole, the only pole in the backyard. Behind it were the gates towering them. They have come to a dead end. “Olivera, there is nothing here? Are you sure this girl is real?” Olivera gave Miriam no answer, instead she concentrated on looking around her, waiting for the signal. When she got nothing, she traced the vibration residue, touching the girl’s mind. A jerk in her mind path told her that the girl was surprised she had breached her mind guards. But should she be surprised? Or was something else at play here? ‘Where next should I go?’ She continued, because she knew she was at the right place, that t
“How are we getting past that?” Olivera asked Miriam as they came to stand before a huge gate that towered many feet over them. She could now see why Miriam had wanted the journey to be done in the privacy of the night. As much as she could see—as they had zapped to this point—this area wasn’t open to the city dwellers, only to the special few. She looked around her again. Barracks with soldiers sleeping within. None was even standing guard at the gates. She didn’t believe such a thing would exist at this time. City gates. Where did it lead? She piqued an eyebrow when Miriam smirked. What was the latter thinking? “As if you don’t already know…which other way, if not by mist…there is no way I am climbing that. I don’t think I am ready to fly with you above it…” Miriam spoke, covering the distance between them, and wrapping her arms around Olivera, her mouth fixed in a pout. Olivera shook her head, yet unable to stop the smile that cascaded her lips. It seemed that her friend was g
A knock woke Olivera up from her deep slumber. After bathing and eating off the snacks she had bought earlier in the day, from the shops in the new city, she had fallen like a log of wood to the bed, and hadn’t even stirred after that. Still groggy from the smooth sleep, she let her hand search for her phone which was the only thing that had gone to bed with her, should Miriam call for her. She peered at the screen. It was one in the morning. It was time then. She yawned like a hyena, causing Miriam to chuckle from behind the door. The chuckle dissipated the remaining fog fostering around her head. Taking a deep breath in, she stood up from the bed, flung a sheet around her naked body, and walked to the door. When she opened it, she saw that Miriam was alone, and carrying a tray of steaming food. “You are a lifesaver.” She muttered, opening the door wider for her friend to come in; the rumbling sounds that emitted from her stomach in agreement with her. Miriam chuckled again, an
“Where are we heading next?” Olivera asked Miriam immediately they stepped out of the borders of the town, into a city sprawling with people. After they had left the males who had tried to detain them because of her eating habits, they had walked to the largest building in the town, because if Clooney was a big name, it was probably because the man was rich. They hadn’t been right in their deduction, but they had at least gotten away from the unsettling males. Olivera had taken her friend behind the building, and had quickly switched to her mist form, turning Miriam into the same, and together they had zapped the remainder of the city without stopping, till they were out of it, till they were in a new one which looked more modernized than the previous. She looked at Miriam, who was staring at the city with artificial skylights, and wondered if her friend had ever been here before. “I never get over the culture shock, you know, seeing the drabness of the town we just left. The cont
What now? Olivera thought, looking at the six males that couldn’t be a year older than twenty five years old. What were they doing in front of her? “State your names, and what you are doing in this town…” The male, slightly in front of the others, spoke with a steel voice, causing Olivera and Miriam to exchange furtive glances. What was going on?There was a minute hesitation before Olivera spoke. “I am Darcy. My friend is Lilian. Who are you?” She patted herself mentally for names well cooked and delivered. Darcy and Lilian? How had she come up with those seemingly true names? She watched the male that had just spoken, looked to his comrades behind him, and judged that he was the leader of this small group. Were they the police? She looked at them again. They didn’t look like the police. Vigilantes? Maybe. But why were there vigilantes in the town? She kept a seal on her thoughts when the male returned her attention to her. “My name is Luke, and these are my associates. Our job is
“We will kill him right?” Miriam asked, as they stepped out of the camp, and turned around to look at it again, reliving what they had seen in there. “We need to. He is evil. Why will a sane man work with a vampire? Is he crazy?” Olivera just couldn’t understand the foolishness, no matter how much she tried. Why would one make a deal with an almost eternal wickedness? Had he no fear for his life, for his family? “I think he is crazy. Evil-y crazy. But that’s by the way. What are we going to do now?” Olivera looked around the camp, and spat in disgust. “We will burn it down. We will burn it until it’s nothing but dust. We will eradicate this curse from the face of the earth.” Miriam couldn’t agree less, but then she remembered that the ancients might have use for the materials in there. Olivera, having sensed the latter’s thoughts, shook her head. “They won’t be needing it. I’ve already transferred the necessary details to Raul, and Jacob. They can take it up from there. The mater
“Do you think anyone is in there?” Olivera asked Miriam, immediately she shifted to human self. Miriam looked at her clothed self and smiled. “Seems you have gotten the best hang of shifting, and still keeping your clothes on.” Olivera shrugged her shoulders. “There was no other choice. I can’t keep going up and down with my clothes in my hands or mouth. Since I’m part ancient, I have to improvise.” She took in a deep breath, inhaling the air tainted with magic and something else. “This place is tainted with magic. You smell it?” She shook off the imaginary dirt on her clothes, just in case, whilst waiting for Miriam’s reply. When she looked up, her friend was smiling. “What’s tickling your fancy? I don’t think my question has that much prowess…” Miriam cackled. “I never thought riding on a wolf would be so exhilarating. If I had known, I would have befriended a werewolf, and snagged rides every week at least. It’s quite freeing and therapeutic.” Olivera nodded. It was just as