Himari’s POV.-Kitra and Welma won’t stop fussing over Zorien’s permission for me to go shopping with his debit card. It’s not like I had a choice to refuse when he said it like that, and I really do wish to appreciate the gifts I received. We drop all we bought into the trunk of Kitra’s car and opt for some food at a restaurant nearby.“Maybe you’re the one who conjured a spell on him instead?” Welma lifts a brow at me, pausing her sip from her straw, and I frown, “Enough with that already. Stop bringing it up. If you’ve got questions, then go ask Zorien yourselves”. I huff tiredly while she shares laughter with Kitra.Ah, these two. Now that they’ve gotten a bit closer, they now connive together and frustrate me.I scoff and sip on my fruit drink, looking out to the streets. The table we’re at is just outside the restaurant as it offers both indoor and outdoor sitting. Helping Kitra to make up with Ashton was a success and maybe it’s why she’s especially happy since then a
Zorien’s POV.-After my pup leaves in Kitra’s car with her friends, I stride into my study where I’ve got matters waiting for my attention. I’m becoming aware of my pup as the days roll by. It’s because she’s gradually gravitating toward the day she finally comes of age. Not just her private conversations with her wolf, I can predict the direction of her thoughts and can easily decipher her distress.My perception of her topples over every other perception, aggravating my craving to have her and marring my restraints to wait it out. I feel her all the time and the swishing colors of her switching emotions make my chest crumple with forlorn when she’s absent for too long.The way she melted in my arms last night, tells me she’s undergoing what I’m battling with. She just doesn’t know it yet. How mesmerizing it felt to watch her ease into my arms, feel her beautiful fingers course through my hair, and even be audacious to grip at it.Tsk, the night ended too quickly.My short
Zorien’s POV.-Isn’t that...a Chimera’s egg?The large egg is situated on an active magic circle, and I whip a hand out to call it into my palm. The red pillar of light emitting from the magic circle dispels to release the egg that lifts into the air and comes floating towards my open palm. The moment its base touches my palm, something snaps like a string and its weight registers on my hand.It’s heavy. I hold the egg aside and flick the giant tank. Cracks creak over the glass, rushing in all directions and I step back just as the tank collapses into a burst of shards and water. I catch her weak body on time, ripping my coat off and wrapping her in it as I suspend the egg to pay my attention to her properly.“Pup, wake up” I call against her sickly pale face, but receive no response. Tch, did they cast a spell on her? I bring my right palm over her face and tap with restricted strength. Her head only lulls around but no sign of arousal shows at all.Leaving me with no c
Zorien’s POV.-After assuring my pup her friends are alright, I instruct her, “I want you to play along to me being a human. The people I want you to meet assume I’m just that, and I don’t wish for them to know of my true nature”.She nods obediently, looking more radiant in her lively color as she clutches onto the long sleeves of my coat that’s draped over her small shoulders. She looks so tiny in it that its hem sweeps over the floor. Just looking at her, I can’t help my anticipation to see the fireworks she’ll explode into when I reunite her with her family.“Let’s go.”I bring her to the cabin, carrying her in my arms while she shyly places hers around my neck with a stubborn shy blush featuring over her adorable face. She’s been docile since she woke up, acting submissive to me without any defiance. I also can’t feel her wolf and I’m worried that poison must’ve hurt her more than I assumed.Placing her gently on her feet, she marvels at the log cabin situated at a l
Zorien’s POV-I watch my pup, Welma, and her family round-up at the riverbank. We’re doing this discreetly no one knowing, aside from myself, Welma, and two other maids. No goodbyes are exchanged as my minions erect a bridge made of a huge rock boulder to connect this side of the flowing river to the other side where her homeland lies.Her family thanks me once again, going ahead to prepare for the crossing, but my pup is lagging with reluctance. I stride up to her and tap her shoulder. She turns and tries to mask her worry with a drooping smile. I speak, “What’s wrong? Don’t you recognize your Pack again?”Her Owl and Weasel are even with her, so why does she look like she’s missing something?“Is it Ciel? I can play a makeshift version of him if you want” I propose in a taunting voice, but receive a gobsmacking surprise when her face lights up excitedly.“Really? You can do that?”I take my taunt back. I straighten and elevate a frown elsewhere. Her giggles prickle at
Himari’s POV.-With a hand on my chest, I keep stealing back glances to see Zorien hasn’t shifted from his position while he watches us proceed into the forest of my Pack. My mind link is rekindling along the way, and I can’t stop this fuzzy feeling bubbling in my chest as I keep stumbling upon little obstructions on the way just because I can’t bring myself to stop staring at him.Who would’ve imagined my family would be the ones to go find me and not the other way around? The extreme joy still rattles in my bones till this moment, and never has Zorien been more benevolent with me. His minions found them, and Zorien ensured no harm was suffered by them. He gave me the one thing I had been hoping for the most. For this magnanimous favor he’s done for me, I won’t ever forget to repay him.‘We’re getting close to our Pack. I can hear celebratory voices, I think some party’s ongoing’ I hear Runa’s raspy voice and my face comes alight. I can no longer keep staring at Zorien, and
Himari’s POV.-Who could possibly want me dead?The dreadful thought rattles me to my very bones. A memory from the day I met Zorien for the first time suddenly flashes in my mind. I still recall my eminent fear of that ferocious Demon, and how I had been terrified to the point of preferring death in his hands.Things are different now. I don’t wish to die anymore, not by his hands or any other.“Mari, are you okay?” I hear a little voice ask me and look aside to Timothy looking at me with a sullen face. I shouldn’t let him worry over me as well. I shake my head and wear a confident smile, “You don’t have to be so worried, Tim. I’m no weakling, and as you’ve heard my friend say, I’m even more powerful than anyone else”.I softly ruffle his shaggy ginger hair and elevate my gaze to see the others. They all look direly worried after hearing what Welma just said. My mom is already welling with tears in her eyes as dad puts his arms around her. I can understand her sorrow. Th
Himari’s POV.-I’m stunned by her sudden outburst, with my eyes expanding as the meaning of her words sink in. What? Flynn is...a half-Darkling? I don’t follow. She looks at me with alarm, realizing what she’s said unintentionally and she lowers her head, biting her lip anxiously.“W-Welma, what did you just say? Flynn’s a Darkling?” I don’t believe it, not that sweet and friendly boy. He’s nothing like those vicious creatures. He has a heart that feels.Welma begins to rattle her head sideways in turmoil. Her mood dampens sorrowfully as her lips reluctantly begin to speak in a shadowy voice, “Our dad was a human with a mania for demonic prowess, and on one of his summonings, he got possessed by a Darkling. All rituals to force the Darkling to depart from a mortal body, were abortive...dad wasn’t willing to relinquish the new powers he was drunk in.”“Mom had us both with him in that unstable condition. I’m a girl, so I got to inherit the title of a Witch from my mother’s