Two Months Later. Raul watched the sky from the mini porch, outside his room, counting clouds. He forgot the number he had counted after a while, then started all over—anything to keep his mind from the absence of his mate. It’s been two months since after his meeting with the ancients, with Jacob, and although the group had been of immense help to him since then, they still hadn’t found Olivera, not even a clue to her location. The only thing they were sure of was that it had been done with magic, probably a portal magic. Jacob hadn’t given up however, Vee too, and that was why Raul was still maintaining a cool facade, was still waking up each day and bathing and eating, as if nothing had happened, because these two were doing the same. The amount of loss couldn’t be compared when put on a weighing scale, but at least they had enough weight to keep him from falling into the hole of insanity. That and the intricacies involving Jeremy’s return to his father's throne. Two we
Jacob had seen the twinkle in Raul’s eyes the moment the Alpha had stepped into the room, and it had taken him the whole of his self control, including the command from his lifemate to remain still and not push Jeremy away, to not demand the joyful truth. He knew it was about his sister. Even now, watching Raul gather his thoughts after being questioned by Jeremy who finally had noticed that Raul was happy for the first time in a while, Jacob was twitching in his seat, to the amusement of Zande. “Olivera. I think she is okay, or rather I know she is okay.” Raul started, darting glances between Jacob and Jeremy. “You were able to reach her through the bond?” Raven asked, happy for the Alpha whom she had come to respect, instead of pity, these past months-she had even taken to making a supplication for him to the gods. Hopefully, there was a good answer. She smiled when Raul nodded.Finally. Jacob, no longer able to hold his emotions, jumped to his feet, and started prancing around
So, cruel, stupid Jackson was already happening to them all? This was what Raul had wanted, but hearing the information now, he wished he hadn’t wished for things to go south—not with the haggard look on Sarah’s face. The woman and her husband were looking like mad people that had just escaped from the asylum. Raul had never seen them before, but he knew that this present appearance was far from the couple’s description on a normal day. Sarah’s hair was no longer the golden brown it was supposed to be—Raul could tell this accurate hair color from the root of the hair—no, it was now muddy brown as if she had pushed herself into muddy waters. He couldn’t help but wonder where they had followed. The canal, the warrior had led them past. A sewage canal?He exchanged glances with his people in the room. Jacob was livid, so were the ancients-quite expected as they lived to hunt down vampires, which were their archenemy. Jeremy, however, had a blank look on the face. If Raul hadn’t known
After Enoch's words, everyone relaxed a little, lowered down their fighting guards a little, seeing the stranger in their midst in a new light. He was only a messenger, notwithstanding that he had just killed the guards of the palace. Raul wondered how many of his guards had fallen, how many of his people had fallen, how many would fall if the other delegates were roaming around his pack. Already, he had sent information to his beta and Seth through the mind link. He was yet to get a response from them. He has never been this glad about the sliver that Vee had put in Seth like now. His former gamma who would be reinstated if Jeremy left, had the powers of Vee at his disposal should a situation call for it. Raul forced himself to relax, to not give off his restlessness in front of the master vampire. He knew that the latter was seeing them all through the puppet's eyes. "Greetings to the group…" The messenger started, folding his arms across his chest, his voice a hoarse filth that
When the vampire tainted man fell to the ground, Raul first thought that the vampire had left the man after his message, that maybe the vampire had seen the answer he wanted on Jeremy's face until he had heard a grunt, Ron's grunt, as if the latter was standing, as if the latter was stressing to breath and walk, yet he knew the man was on the floor, unmoving. That piece of fact was right before his eyes. It was then his eyes searched out Vee who he knew, from Olivera's stories had the power to create illusions. He saw Vee still sitting where he had been all this while, and the latter didn't look surprised, or unreal. "Vee…" The Vee looked at him, just as he heard an answer echo in the hallway. Right before his eyes, the Vee in front of him dissolved to nothing. Jeremy gasped in surprise, but the ancients didn't seem to be fazed by this matter. "He's good, I have to admit. I can see why they had been chosen, created, to guard the Queens." He heard the Prince say, right at the same
She awoke with a start.Taking down her hands which had been earlier wrapped around her torso, to the floor as a support system, she sat upright; wincing sharply as pain shot through every nook and cranny of her entire being. What had happened? She thought, as she took in a deep breath. The air was stale and clammy.''Where am I?'' She muttered, taking a scan of the entire dark space with her tired eyes. She could tell that it was a windowless room, too stuffy and stale, too dark too; she couldn't see much except the little illumination proferred by a soft glow which was cast by the few rays of light coming in from small creaks on an iron door. But she didn't understand how she had gotten here.''What am I doi…''"Oh God!" She shrieked, jerking up her head, as memories of past events assailed her head in hot pursuit.She bent her head down in agony, rubbing her
Olivera's POV:My breathing was steady now, my seizures miraculously over, even with the evil hulk of a man standing before me. Jeremy was alive. And it was all that mattered."Your mate eh." I heard the man mutter, with a devilish smile. "This would be fun". He added, before walking out of the dimmed room.I shuddered unconsciously at his words which had an evil forebrooding, before scampering towards Jeremy. He was bent over, writhing on the floor.What did they do to him? I thought, blinking away tears from my eyes.He would heal, surely. He had a wolf, unlike me. I concluded, consoling myself."Jeremy.." I muttered, when I got to him.Raising up his head gingerly, I placed it on my laps."I'm sorry. I'm sorry Jeremy." I kept muttering, not concerned about the pool of tears threatening to drop from my eyes.
Olivera's POV:There was a girl. She looked like me. Well, a more beautiful version of me with a golden crest on her left arm. And she was with a guy, a handsome, scratch that; a very beautiful, very tall man with the right mouth watering physique. They were in a very beautiful garden. And they were kissing. I couldn't see the man's features well, only from behind. But I was very sure about the girl. Was she my twin? I do not know. I would have to ask my mum. I thought as I stared at them.Then, a loud bang caused the imagery to dissipate, caused a slight tugging on my eyelids and then I fell into oblivion."Olivera.." I heard Jeremy call, but it was distant.But then he called again, this time, I felt my hands being tapped, once, then twice; till I recovered from my numb state.I opened my eyes, and it came in contact with Jeremy's blue ones."Were you dream