— Logan, he's going to say that as soon as you meet again, so I think it's better to show you right away. He'll probably claim that this was done by one of your allies, but don't believe it; he did this himself.I could see when he turned his back, lifting his shirt up. I couldn't help but be shocked; the black symbols were etched into his skin. Even though my knowledge of cursed symbols wasn't all that extensive, I could recognize a death curse from afar because it had a really strong scent of death.— A death curse, why would he do this?— A death curse? That doesn't sound good at all.I looked at Olivia; her eyes were focused on the symbols etched on my brother's back. My father had probably gone insane, or there was something I still didn't know behind that ministry.— A death curse, just because I refused to bring him the information, but it's also a way to keep me by his side. If I stay by his side, the effects of the curse are basically nonexistent. But when I distance myself,
I let out a sigh as I reflected on my brother's departure, which had occurred a few hours ago. I wanted to avoid talking to anyone as much as possible, especially Olivia. I knew she had many unanswered questions and doubts, but at that moment, my mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, and for some reason, I couldn't stop thinking about the day I left my father's house.I closed my eyes, allowing the memories to flood my mind. My father had always looked at me with contempt, but this time, I could see a vein pulsating on his forehead. He thought he could control me longer by denying me any money. I didn't even have a bank account because he didn't allow it. However, thanks to Olivia, who had numerous bank accounts, some of which were unused for unknown reasons, she gave one of those accounts to me. I could finally save some money. I guess he couldn't wait for that. He was so busy destroying my life as a human that he couldn't imagine I would earn a decent living as a mercenary in the supern
I could see her turning, getting her butt up, her legs crossed, and I couldn't help but look at her butt, but my view was interrupted when she turned her face to the side, smiling at me.— I have a very important question.She said this, running her hand through her hair. I couldn't imagine what it would be, maybe about the blood moon or the curse that marked Louis's skin, but there were so many other things she could ask.— Why do your brother's and your names start with the letter of your father's name? Like, Loid and Louis and Logan, why is that?I looked at her, holding back the urge to laugh. It wasn't possible that I was nervous about this. I could see her blink at me; it was obvious that she didn't want to have a serious conversation now, which made me immensely relieved. I didn't even know what to do now; knowing about Louis had confused me about what my next step should be at the moment.— It's a tradition in my father's family. The older brother, when he has sons, chooses a
Can you feel her rummaging over my chest? That had been a long night. My head was just focused on the fact that my brother had been helping me for over a year, while my body was focused on feeling Olivia’s. That was a natural reaction, I couldn’t help but feel her, especially when she snuggled up to me, making her warm breath touch my skin.I tipped my head to the side, watching the dawn rise on the horizon. I had spent two days sleeping; it had left the underground city really unprotected, and now I would have no choice but to take Olivia with me to Sleepy Hollow, the city where the supernatural lay beneath it. Octsiam was the name of the city, the strange name, but its meaning could not be the simplest and most loyal, the name comes from Latin, occulta pythonissam, hidden witch.The city had had some centuries since it was founded during the inquisition, so the witches could no longer be afraid of being drowned, burned or tortured to death. Not all witches are powerful enough to be
— Damn, why don't you answer when people call you?I could hear her grumbling with someone, probably. I must have tested her patience in these last two days. Kyle must have told her I was in my apartment.— I've been out cold for the past two days due to the damn blessed weapon. Next time, I'll remember to pick up.— Camille Lehor is spreading the word all over the city that she killed you.— You knew I wasn't dead; why didn't you say anything? Besides, who's Camille Lehor?This name is new to me, but I knew that Lehor was the main family of hunters that had settled in Lakewood. However, I didn't remember anyone named Camille.— Camille Lehor is known as Elizabeth Macquenzie; most of them don't use their real names. It's easier to move and start a new life that way.Did she really think I was dead? The surprise was that she was alive, but it shouldn't have been, as long as she had the blessed dagger, it would be hard to kill her. However, when she was without the weapon, I could easil
I put on my clothes, hearing the sound of the running shower. I left Logan alone, so he wouldn't feel uncomfortable around me, but seeing his increasingly muscular body and his red lips, I couldn't forget his aroused member from earlier. My body was craving him, but I still couldn't understand why he was hesitating. From what I understood, he wouldn't transform for the next few days, so it seemed like the perfect time for us to be together.I put on my pants, and I could only imagine what he was thinking. Maybe his mind was stuck on tomorrow, on what would happen when he transformed during our lovemaking again. I wanted to show him that it didn't matter much to me, but I knew he was worried about hurting me at any moment. Logan could be called whatever, but I couldn't deny that he loved me and cared about me.— Olivia, can you bring me the towel?I picked up the towel and headed towards the bathroom. I opened the door and saw that he was waiting for me there. Not only that, but I watc
— Like yours?The truth was that I hadn't seen any other werewolf besides Logan, so it was obvious that I didn't know the difference. I even looked through various loose papers, notebooks, and notes, but there was nothing about werewolves there.— You haven't seen anything about werewolves yet. When we get there, you can check Morgana's books. It will be very difficult for you to see one in person now.— Why difficult?— As you know, there's a big difference between me and others. Transformation for them only happens during the full moon; they become completely irrational, just a wild, ferocious animal. Usually, the family locks them up in a well-fortified, hard-to-reach area, just like my brother and Loid.— Do you think it's better to be like this? Or to be as you are now?I could see him ponder for a few seconds. Maybe I knew what he was going to reply. Logan just wanted to be someone who could be by my side without hurting me or putting me in danger. He didn't want any of that for
Logan walked ahead, his hand gripping mine. He knew that I could get distracted admiring everything around me and lose track of him. It would be troublesome for us to find each other again, especially knowing that there would be no phone signal in that place.— Logan.I called, seeing him look over his shoulder. I wanted to know how long he had known about that city, how he had met Morgana, and why she was helping him. She seemed to possess a great deal of power, so why couldn't she just handle everything on her own?— Its nothing. I won't find any human bodies here, will I? You know, I hate seeing dead people.— Didn't you study medicine?— That's where you think I got the trauma from?— It makes sense. But you won't see any restaurants serving human meat. What kind of prejudice is that?— I just thought it might be common, but that puts me at ease.— I won't lie to you; many creatures can feed on human flesh, but they usually prefer hunting animals in the forest. But I would stay aw