Anna and Lavi are sitting across Nine who is silently sobbing. They are in a clearing of the forest and darkness has set upon them. Everything around them is shrouded by the black shadows but their eyesight is as clear as day. Nine gapes at Anna, a little shocked. “You can see now,” she states, her voice thick. “How?” Anna does not reply but she removes the scarf from her neck to show her mark. “You’re mated,” Nine realizes. “And you’re a Lycan too. Lucky.” She looks down at the ground, feeling miserable. Her mate hates her. She knows it. Their brief meeting taught her how badly he wants to break their bond and it is painful to her. Lavi sighs and speaks up. “What do you want to do?” He demands. “Damien will not accept you.” “Why not?” Nine begs. “Why won’t he accept me? I…I need to protect my clan! If he accepts me, the Black Jacks won’t be able to hurt my pack! He’s a knight after all-” “The Black Jacks will hurt them regardless of your mate’s rank,” Lavi says in a grim tone.
The moon is shining brightly in the sky, illuminating the whole area. An eerie silence is engulfing the streets as the people sleep within the small houses along the road. A slim figure is slowly walking along the path in silence, pausing every now and then to make sure no one is following her. Moira is nervously glancing around for any possible intruders. She is slowly heading for the forest which lies ahead. A guard is standing there, waiting for her. He extends his arm to her and she hesitantly takes it, letting him lead her to the lair. They walk in silence until they reach an opening where a tall man in his fifties is waiting for her. “You’re late, Your Majesty,” Two says with a slight sneer. “I thought I was more special to you.” “Let us get it over with!” Moira snaps at him. She is in no mood to listen to his whims but she has no choice. “Tut tut! You shouldn’t be mean to the man who’s holding the key to your deepest secret.” Moira scowls but Two only smirks. She lets go
Damien is in a dilemma. He and his men entered Soloma’s borders, pursuing Lavi and his mate. They are in the streets of the Capital to search for them but his heart is not in it. That girl…His chest is aching. He cannot help it. The girl he met at the Black Jacks’ camp was surprisingly petite and looked weak. Her scent was like a drug, pulling him to her in a way which even Yana’s scent could not. She had doey eyes and seeing her in that state nearly killed him.He is aware of the effect. The mate bond makes any rational werewolf go crazy but Damien is trying to resist it.I cannot love her! He tells himself. I am in love with Yana and I will be her mate for eternity!His bond with Yana is too precious for him. There is no way he can mate with a random woman, that too a fae. By the scent, he deduced that the girl is a fae and he is aware of the consequences of rejecting her. She will die if he does so.I should not think of that! He reminds himself. She can..die…For some reason, the
Lavi’s nostrils flare in anger but he remains calm. Beside him, Anna is also defensive while Nine is numb. Damien tries not to look at her, keeping his eyes on Lavi.“I was born here!” Damien snarls. “I know how this magic works! It only works on those who are not from Soloma. I can come in and out of here freely. I even know the shortest route.”Anna takes out a blade and is ready to attack but Lavi shakes his head.“Damien,” he calmly begins. “You know very well that we are innocent. The real culprit is Moira and her father!”“I do not care who the real murderer is,” Damien whispers. “I just need to kill you-”“AHHHHH!” A sudden burst of purple light hits him and he falls backwards. His men draw their swords and try to attack Lavi’s group but the purple light hits them as well. Lavi pushes Anna aside, shielding her but both of them are staring wide eyed at Nine.Her short dark hair has turned white and her eyes are glowing in a violet shade. Raising her hands, she shoots another pu
He is standing in the midst of a white fog. Everywhere he looks is a large, empty space without a soul in sight. His heart is beating hard and the fear he has been suppressing is coming to the fore.“Anna!” Lavi shouts. “Anna!”There is no response. She was just here…“This is my realm.”Lavi spins around to find himself face to face with none other than the one he has been seeking.“Master!” He gasps and kneels in a vow. Ras slowly steps forward to face his pupil. His face is grim and he seems to be disappointed.“I wanted to protect you, Lavi,” he whispers. “And yet…yet you mated. I can sense the change in you. Why? Why did you do it? The prophecy has been activated!”Lavi takes a deep breath. He knows the consequences of his actions but he is also hopeful.“If there is someone who can break the prophecy, it is you, Master,” he says. “You are the most powerful witch in the world! The spell can be broken. You know it!”His master does not reply but Lavi will not give up. “I am in lov
The streets of Soloma are crowded with people who are conducting their daily affairs. Amongst them is a couple who are peasants, carrying a few baskets with them. However, they are not peasants. “This place reeks of death,” Aryan murmurs, his reddish eyes gleaming in need to drink the blood of dead people. “Aryan, you already had a hearty meal last night at the graveyard!” Polina hisses. “Are you still thirsty?” Her partner shrugs. Even though the streets are crowded with people, Aryan can sense a strong aura of death. Soloma is known as the country built on a graveyard. Years ago when the Gods were still roaming around, they used this place as their personal playground where millions of humans were killed. The Gods used their followers to have those humans sacrificed for their twisted pleasure. Even after thousands of years, the smell of death has not left. For a vampire like Aryan, the scent of death is very tempting. He cannot help but be seduced by it. His gleeful smile makes P
Nine is tied up inside a tent. She is weak and the ropes tying her are laced with liquid mercury which is the weakness of her kind. Her hands are slightly burning and she cannot use her magic in this state.She can see a shadow approaching and the familiar, sweet scent hits her nostrils. Damien barges into the tent, looking visibly angry.“Why are they going to Ghi’or?” He snarls at her, his eyes flared up. He tries to look intimidating and dominating to her, hoping to scare the woman but Nine only scoffs.“You can’t scare me!” She exclaims. “I’ll not tell you anything.”Damin growls and holds her neck. She feels soft and weak under his touch, her skin burning hot. For a moment, his heart trembles but he remains adamant.“I do not care about any mate bond!” He warns her. “You better tell me the truth or else I-”“You cannot do jacksh*t!” Nine grits. “You don’t know my name! You can’t reject me either. Lavi told me everything about that mate of yours. If you reject me, I will die but t
Silence. All around them is a deathly silence. Not even an insect’s cry can be heard in the graveyard of quietness, making Anna fear for their lives. Why is it so empty? Where are the monks? Lavi is thinking the same thing. Surely there should be monks around? “Lavi, are you sure this is the place?” Anna whispers. “I am positive!” he says. “My mother came here looking for the book. I know I can find it but…why is it so quiet?” The place is dimly lit by small candles which are lined along the wall. Strange symbols are carved on the walls, depicting a story of the Great War which had taken place many years ago. Anna stops in front of one of the walls to observe the story it is telling. “That is the Moon Goddess!” Anna says, recalling one of her many lessons back when she was a Princess at Ezealyra. “And her mate…the God of all Werewolves!” “They were betrayed by the Gods,” Lavi says. “I heard the story too. The Gods were becoming too cruel towards the creatures on Earth. Humans, W