If there was one thing I was good at, it was running. Six years I had been running from them, ever since my magic fully manifested. Running from my mates, from the world, and a future I never agreed to or wanted. But I was also running out of choices as I turned up yet another alleyway as I tried to lose the monsters hunting me.
Their heavy footfalls on the ground behind me were getting closer, and I knew they would force me to make a choice. My magic was getting low, my reserves depleting. I tried not to use it because I came closer to running out every time I did.
Once a Fae runs out of magic, we are essentially human. Being human is dangerous in this world. Predators would pick you off in a heartbeat. I could hear the snarling beasts as they chased me down, getting closer with each step while I was getting weaker.
I knew there was only one way out of this. One way I would get to live another day was by setting off a flare off of my magic to them. All I had to do was alert them of my location and pray they would come and didn't ignore it like I had ignored their calls for years.
Growls tore out behind me, and I heard one knock something over as it gave chase, feel its aura as it tried to gain on me, yet adrenaline kept my feet moving despite wanting nothing more than to pass out, yet I fought the urge to give in and accept my fate. I glanced down at my hands, my magic fizzling in my fingertips as I sought another way to lose them. Yet there was no other option.
I had avoided setting it off my mark for six years. But with my magic running this low, I had no other choice. Either alert them to where I am or be killed by what is chasing me. One thing I knew was they wouldn't kill me; they would come for me. But would I be any better off if they did?
They would be furious. I knew my mate's magic was still strong despite me not being there. Fae's power is shared with their other mates. That's how we remain strongest, and I was the link to all of them. I was the power keeper, yet somehow they found a way without me. I could feel their power, constantly searching for me, trying to draw me nearer and promising me safety, but I knew I wasn't safe with them either. They just wanted to use me to get stronger.
Growing more tired, as I ran up these darkened streets, the light coming from the full moon lit my way; and that was the worst time to be in a werewolf city surrounded by savage beasts that loved nothing but the chase and to kill for sport.
I pushed harder and ran past some garbage bins, twisted my wrist, letting my magic flow from my fingertips, and blasted one and made it explode, hoping to slow them down as I ran on the wet ground, puddles splashed my legs, and my clothes were drenched making it more challenging to run.
Fae were the most powerful creatures in the world. As long as we had magic and our mate, it turns out I have four, and not one of them was a good option. Unfortunately, the longer I have gone without them, my magic has become weaker.
I sure as hell didn't want to belong to those Savage men. My mates are the ones responsible for my parents' deaths. They tore my house apart and tore my heart from my chest the day Darius killed them. Then they crushed it further by leaving nothing left of them to bury.
Only to be forced into a bond I never wanted, but I was out of options, and I just had to pray they would have mercy on me when they found me because from what I know of them, mercy wasn't a part of their vocabulary.
I turned up yet another darkened street. I heard the howls in the distance as more joined the chase. Shifters could smell a Fae easily; they could smell the power in my veins even as weak as mine is right now. I knew I should never have tried to get into the city at night. But I was desperate and hadn't eaten in four days. Most of the water sources outside the city were polluted.
Sure, I could have conjured up water, but it wasn't worth the energy it would burn with me using magic. One stupid decision has just cost me another year's supply of my power, all burned up trying to escape these growling monsters.
A year was all I had left to find a human community to hide in and maybe live without fear of them finding me. Instead, here I am being hunted by werewolves and god knows what else through a city I was unfamiliar with. This was not part of my plans or how I saw my day turning out.
Just when I thought my luck couldn't get any worse, the street turned out to be a dead-end and made me spin around as I looked around for another escape. There was no getaway. I didn't find any. That is when I realized they had herded me here, and now I was cornered and about to be torn apart all because I stepped into the wrong city.
How was I supposed to know it was a shifter city? It's not like they had a huge ass neon sign at the city limits saying 'shifters only.' However, it did explain the stench of wet dogs, I thought to myself. Now was so not the time for my sarcastic inner monologue.
A growl shoved me into reality again. Nine werewolves were closing in around me. Oh oops, make that ten; I didn't see the one on the roof drooling down its chest, wanting to munch on me like a damn chew toy. I was about to become chum dog food because I still couldn't bring myself to let off a flare of my magic to them.
I didn't spend this much time running, only to beg them for help. The wolves closed in, my heart pumped in my chest, and I knew I didn't have enough magic left to kill all of them.
I weighed up my options, both unappealing, and neither option had any sense of hope for me. I would be doomed either way.
My eyes moved to the marking on my wrist, their marking that said my soul belonged to them. I just have to alert them, and they would know my exact location, but what if they didn't come? What if they let me die? They would have to know I must be desperate to be calling on them. They didn't need me; they have kept their magic strong without me. Maybe they might think, well fuck her, let her die.
Hesitation ran through me, and I prayed to the fates to not stuff me over again and hoped this wouldn't be the worst decision I ever made. Yet nothing felt right about the decision I was about to make. It wasn't just them killing my parents. I had additional reasons, reasons they could never know about me.
I swallowed down my fear and rubbed my fingertips over the infinity symbol of their four names. Each of us has the same markings. All of us are born with them on our wrists, yet they only appear when our powers manifest. Not only did I run from them, but they also waited until I was eighteen before they called on me, which I thought was odd.
Once a Fae manifests, most people hunt their mates down and wait for them to come into their magic. But they left me and let me finish school. It wasn't until I turned eighteen and the marking appeared along with my fully-fledged magic that I learned who my mates were. When their names appeared, I ran.I say fully-fledged because I had a secret. I already had magic long before I should. Growing up, I knew I was different, knew something was wrong with me with the way my parents kept me hidden, kept me from the world. If only I truly understood what it meant, I wouldn't have complained so much. My mother's voice rang clear through my head every time I felt the urge to use my magic."Don't let them see, don't let anyone find out what you are" Her words usually pulled me back, and instinct told me not to show what I was. I h
They could kill me, and I felt like they genuinely wanted to crush me like a bug beneath their shoes. I have never felt so small in all my life."Six years, Aleera, six fucking years, and you have the guts to ask for our help. We should have let them fucking kill you. Have you even got magic left because I can't feel it?" One of them screamed at me.I have feared no one more than my mates. I knew who they were and what they had done. Now I was second-guessing my decision to call on them.One of them grasped my hair, my head ripped back, forcing me to stare at the eyes of the one I feared most. Darius Wraith. His name is constantly in the media; nobody in the world feared anyone more than they did Darius Wraith. Darius Wraith POVI stared out the window overlooking the castle grounds. This place was older than dirt and passed down through the generations, though we had renovated the castle to our taste. My father was old-fashioned, and I would not miss the gaudy drapes and the ugly furnishings he had throughout this place. We had made it more functional for our needs and that of the army we were building here.Tobias would handle Aleera until I could get over my shock and anger at her calling on us after all this time. All this fucking time, and then she suddenly wants us to save her. Not a fucking call, not a letter, nothing.Nothing for six bloody years. To say I was angry was an understatement. I wanted to hurt the girl, strangle the life out of her. She needed to feel the agony she caused us. She would regre
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Darius Wraith POVI stared out the window overlooking the castle grounds. This place was older than dirt and passed down through the generations, though we had renovated the castle to our taste. My father was old-fashioned, and I would not miss the gaudy drapes and the ugly furnishings he had throughout this place. We had made it more functional for our needs and that of the army we were building here.Tobias would handle Aleera until I could get over my shock and anger at her calling on us after all this time. All this fucking time, and then she suddenly wants us to save her. Not a fucking call, not a letter, nothing.Nothing for six bloody years. To say I was angry was an understatement. I wanted to hurt the girl, strangle the life out of her. She needed to feel the agony she caused us. She would regre
Aleera POVFor three days, I have sat in this cell. Noone came except one man. He brought me a bottle of water and some bread, but that was it. Every morning, like clockwork. They hated me, but I didn't care; the feeling was mutual. Yet despite my hatred for the men that killed my family, I didn't think they would do this to me. Yes, I ran, but I had a good reason for not being with them. Did they honestly think I would go running into the arms of my parent's murderers?I should have chosen the werewolves. At least I wouldn't suffer this misery. Stupid Aleera. I was fucking stupid for calling on them.Hearing the steel door groan as it opens, I look over to see the man of the morning. He walked over, his back ramrod straight. He bends down, placing a metal plate on the ground that holds three slices of bread.&
Hours passed. I spent most of the day sleeping on the cold concrete floor. I was too lethargic to move. My ass went numb hours ago, my legs were asleep, and they had pins and needles, yet moving them felt like too much effort. My teeth chattered as my temperature plummeted, and the day turned into night. The coldness of night seeped into my bones, making them ache worse. I was asleep when I heard the steel door open."And you are back. Is it morning already?" I murmured. Hearing the cell door open, I instantly knew something was wrong as he never once ever came into the cell. My eyes flew open to see Darius standing in front of me."Oh, shit!" I curse under my breath."Oh shit is right, why aren't you eating?" I didn't know what time it was when the door opened again, but I cringed when it did. Fear coursed through me, making my eyes dart to it. Worried, Darius has returned to inflict more injury on me. My leg needed to be set back into place, and I needed a doctor. Without my mates, I have no way of fixing it myself with one hand, and I doubt I could, anyway. My pain threshold wasn't the best.Relief floods me when I realize it isn't him. It was my usual morning visitor. He walks in, and I watch him as he tosses the water bottle through the bars. It falls at my feet and bumps my foot. I didn't even feel it, and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing because I wasn't in pain or a bad thing."Aleera, please just-" He stops, his eyes going to the odd angle of my leg and my blood that has frozen on the floor beneath it. His eyes moved to mine
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I didn't know what time it was when the door opened again, but I cringed when it did. Fear coursed through me, making my eyes dart to it. Worried, Darius has returned to inflict more injury on me. My leg needed to be set back into place, and I needed a doctor. Without my mates, I have no way of fixing it myself with one hand, and I doubt I could, anyway. My pain threshold wasn't the best.Relief floods me when I realize it isn't him. It was my usual morning visitor. He walks in, and I watch him as he tosses the water bottle through the bars. It falls at my feet and bumps my foot. I didn't even feel it, and I wasn't sure if that was a good thing because I wasn't in pain or a bad thing."Aleera, please just-" He stops, his eyes going to the odd angle of my leg and my blood that has frozen on the floor beneath it. His eyes moved to mine
Darius POVTobias’s fist connected with her jaw. It happened so quickly I barely caught the movement until she started to fall. Tobias hesitated to catch her like he would let her hit the marble floors, but he moved at the last second, catching her limp body.Lycus storms out of the dungeons, looking extremely pissed off, and his shirt is coated in blood. Kalen was at his side in an instant, fussing over him. Lycus’s shirt is saturated in blood, his nose bleeding, and Tobias turns, noticing my gaze is directed over his shoulder. Lycus smacks Kalen’s fussing hands away as he storms over to us.“Fucking bitch stole some of my power and hit me with it,” He growls, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.Kalen&rs
Aleera POVMy head throbbed, and the back of my eyes ached but not nearly as much as my jaw does. I groaned, forcing my eyes open when I realized I wasn't on the hard concrete floor of the dungeon. No, I felt warmer and comfortable. I blink, trying to clear the blurriness of my vision to find a man sitting next to me, and I am in a bedroom on a bed.The man stared like he was looking through me as I jerked upright and pulled away from him. He had blonde hair that looked like he had just run his fingers through it only moments before. His blue eyes were the lightest shade I had ever seen, almost so pale they were almost white. If it weren't for my enhanced eyesight, I would have assumed they were until he blinked. The color returned to them. I wondered where his mind went as the color returned, and his eyes were now a startling cerulean blue.&nbs