[That man's POV] That evening, she came out of Emily's house alone, with a storm of thoughts in her mind. She did not know when she reached Nagosia forest. The same trees, the same wind, and the same moon were in the sky. Nothing had changed here except for the weather.The air smelled fresh, the rain washed clean by the gentle wind. She walked past it as if it were a dream and kept walking until she was close to the water. She could see the reflection of the moon on the surface of the water, a little island where no one dared to tread for fear of drowning.She sat on the ground and leaned against the trunk, looking at the moon reflected on the ripples. The water smelled good, and she took off her shoes. She put one foot in the water and kept the other on the bank. She felt herself sinking into meditation, reflecting on her emotions and calming her mind.Despite the peace, she did not feel completely at ease. Instead, there was a sense of unease in her stomach that made her uncomfort
[That man's POV] Pawns are decorating the coven house with red curtains and flowers. They're getting ready for a wedding. There will be cake and wine, and they will sing. Everyone will have fun, and everyone will remember this wedding in their memories. However, it is not the kind of fun that people enjoy on a regular basis anymore. They are preparing to celebrate something very special. Something that no one has celebrated in hundreds of years. A celebration that has only come once every millennium in history."Why have they all started working early this morning? The wedding is in the evening," Rook Theia asked, seeing all the pawns working."There is something more important in this coven than your marriage, Theia," said Bishop Eloise. "And why do you make such a noise when you wake up in the morning?""Rook Theia," she said, repeating her name."Your whole life is to be spent reminding others of your name," said Bishop Eloise with a sarcastic laugh."Whatever, bitch. I don't wan
[That man's POV] Altan was wiping Esen's tears, who was crying badly, into his shoulder when Zeta Eli came up to him and whispered into his ear, "Alpha Altan, tonight is our meeting with Ace Christ of Strigoi Grave Risen Coven. Don't forget that."Zeta Eli's words ran through his mind in a jumble, and he remembered his meeting tonight with the Ace of Strigoi Grave Risen Coven. The meeting was going to help Alpha Altan get an edge on his rivalry with the Vanara Pack, a chance for the Alpha to gain a stronger foothold over the other pack leaders."No, I mean, I remember this meeting," he said while looking at Esen's face. He can't leave her in this situation.At the question of Zeta Eli, Esen looked up at Altan, still crying a little. She was looking straight into his eyes with determination. He could see the fire burning in them, even though her eyes were still puffy from crying. She needed support in times like these. She was too strong to cry all alone. But he knew better than anyon
[That man's POV] Ms. Anastasia started to look at the thread tied on her left foot, which was tied after doing the witch rituals. "Just a few more hours," she thought while running her fingers on the thread and looked up back in the mirror, carefully. Very carefully, she was sitting each image in her mind, as if it might be the last time to see herself like this.And for the first time in her life, she wasn't looking good. She didn't have anything to hide anymore. She was free from hiding. Her long hair was loose again, not pinned in a tight bun, showing off the natural color. Her pale, soft skin was exposed without any kind of makeup."Don't be afraid. You have to fight for Emily, for your children, for your village," Ms. Anastasia said to her reflection. She tried not to sound sad because she wanted to give strength to her words and make them sound believable. She had to do everything to convince herself that this wasn't all fake."You are a mother. You can do that without any fear
[That man's POV] Zeta Eli was going to Saintmau without Alpha Altan. At night, he was running in his werewolf form through the Nagosia forest. His bluish silver fur was flying with air in different directions, and his golden eyes were fixed on the path ahead. His nose picked up the scent of blood as he ran over fallen trees and broken twigs.His ears flicked back, hearing his own breathing in his head. He could taste it too: metallic and bitter, like old metal from a car engine. It filled his mouth with saliva and made him want to vomit, but it also filled his throat and chest with a sense of pride. His teeth were sharp, as in he could rip any animal that came his way.Upon reaching Saintmau, he transformed back into his human form. The smell of death was so strong now that it almost choked Zeta's tongue, lingering in the air. The moon had been high up in the sky for hours. The Saintmau village was silent, not even the wind blowing through the tree leaves rustled. Zeta Eli took deep
[That man's POV] During the daytime, Nagosia forest looks like an endless maze of thick trunks and tall, slender trees that are just as hard to navigate through as the rest of it. The grass has been cut into long thin strips by thousands of years of frost and snowfall, and the trees have become so tall that they can almost reach through the clouds. There are no flowers in bloom yet, but the ground is filled with them. The sunlight cannot enter through leaves or branches here. This is the perfect place for a man with his mind and heart set on finding a lover to spend eternity with, but Eta Wolf Suzette was sitting alone there.As he saw Eta Wolf Suzette sitting alone in the Nagosia forest, even with just a glimpse of her face, it was enough to send shivers through his body. The feeling of adrenaline pumped throughout his body. His heartbeat increased so quickly that he could feel it reverberate in his throat. Even then, she didn’t see him as he slowly approached her. She sat there, st
[That man's POV] They woke up the next morning tangled up in each other's arms, limbs entwined and hearts beating steadily. For a few moments, they lay quietly, enjoying each other's warmth. Finally, he moved to pull her in for a kiss. She eagerly met his mouth with hers, letting herself be consumed by him.Their kiss deepened slowly until they both started to feel dizzy from lack of air. As she pulled away, their eyes finally opened, and they shared a look before bursting into laughter.“Oh my god, you are so cheesy,” she giggled as she nuzzled against him. “I can’t believe I fell for your stupid charms.” He wrapped his arms tighter around her, pulling her flush against his chest. He pressed another soft kiss on the top of her head.She sat up, stretching languidly and yawning deeply. She ran a finger along a smudge of mascara that had gathered on her cheek. He looked at her with a goofy grin. His eyes tracked the movement, lingering on the curve of her collarbone. She smiled softly
[That man's POV] Dhampir Silas took Ace Denzell away after the fight with Ultima Wolf Edric, but they had to stop halfway because Ace Denzell was bleeding profusely. When they arrived at a safe place, they sat down and Dhampir Silas tried to bandage him up as best he could. He got the first look at Ace Denzell's wound when he lifted his shirt to reveal that it was infected and swollen. He was careful not to touch any open wounds to prevent infections. His hands were shaking; he hadn't been able to heal people in years and was scared of causing pain.Dhampir Silas’ fingers brushed against a particularly tender spot on Ace Denzell’s back, and he winced at the feeling. Blood was running down from this particular spot. Dhampir Silas took his handkerchief out of his pocket and pressed it to Ace Denzell's wound, trying to slow the flow of blood. It wasn't working as well as he hoped.Dhampir Silas gently touched his wrist. "Is your pulse still going fast, or are you having problems breath