It was odd to look my dad in the eye and not recognize him. He looked every bit the same, saved for the beard that he hadn’t had before. There was this haunted look on his face as if he’d seen terror and actually lived it. It made me wonder what had happened these past few months.
“Dad?” I greeted him as I stepped into the room and approached him.
He looked up and immediately stood from where he was sitting. “Xyrra.”
Despite everything else that felt different, the way he called my name hadn’t changed at all. I rushed to him, throwing my arms around him and burying my face in his chest. “Dad.”
“I missed you, Sweetie.” He kissed the top of my head and breathed in. “So so much. You have no idea.”
I pulled away slightly, my eyes searching for his. “Then why did you leave?”
“Because you’re in good hands. Alpha Ryker is a strong man, and I knew he’d protect you no matter what because you’re his mate. With Atlas being uncontrollable sometimes, I didn’t want to take any chances that I might hurt you.” He took a sharp breath, then added, “Like I’ve hurt your mother.”
The thought of my dad killing my mum still felt foreign to me. Eros had told me about it after my dad had left about how my dad and his wolf, Atlas, had no recollection about what had happened the day my mum died and how my dad had been punishing his wolf with all sorts of torture involving wolfsbane and silver to redeem himself for killing his mate.
Hearing my dad actually talk about it, admitting it out in the open, felt bizarre. A small part of me still wished it wasn’t true.
“You’d never hurt me, Dad.”
My dad gave me a rueful smile. “I don’t think I can guarantee it, sweetheart. Atlas can be unpredictable sometimes.”
“No, I mean I won’t let you.” I took a step back. “There’s something I found out after you left.” I summoned a ball of red smoke in one hand by flicking my wrist and watched my dad’s eyes widen in surprise. “I’m a sorceress, Dad. I can protect myself well.”
My dad moved his gaze to Eros, then Dmitry, before his eyes landed back on me. He blinked again as if the red smoke would be gone if he did so. When it didn’t, he breathed out, “You have magical powers.”
“Yes.” I inched my way closer to him, hoping that he wouldn’t move away or, worse, be scared of me. “And I think I may be able to bring back your memory of that day.”
He didn’t move, but he eyed the red ball of smoke curiously. “I’ve tried so many ways, but I can’t remember. Atlas can’t remember either.”
“I know.” I nodded, giving him a small, sad smile. “Please let me try, Dad.”
“She will be able to make you remember,” said Eros, trying to reassure my dad. “She helped me before. A month ago, when an evil witch locked my memory away, hell, she even locked my consciousness and let Ares take over my body after altering his memory too.” He put one hand on my dad’s shoulder and nodded. “Trust me, Rob, it will work.”
That small nickname was from my dad’s fake name, ‘Robert Lancaster’, back when he lived with humans in the Center. Back before all of this had happened. Back when I’d still believed that I was a mere human.
My dad gave Eros a decisive nod, then took a step toward me. He always listened to Eros, which made me jealous sometimes. I didn’t know if it was ‘a boy thing’ and if he secretly wished he had a son instead of a daughter, but I often felt like Eros was his child and not me. I quickly shoved away those thoughts and focused on the task at hand.
“What do you need me to do?” My dad asked. There was a sliver of doubt in his eyes that I wanted to cease so bad.
Although I wasn’t sure whether I could do it to him — since I had no idea whether he was hexed like Eros and Seb or if it was something entirely different, I really wished that I could do it. Just so I could finally learn the truth of what had happened and also to prove myself to him that I could.
“Nothing. Just relax.” I summoned a ball of red smokes each on my palm, then slowly moved and reached to his temples. The first time my magic touched him, I felt a little prickle of electric current on the tips of my fingers. I wasn’t sure what that was about, but I kept on working my way, searching for any hex inside his body. At first, I couldn’t do it, so I did another sweep. The second sweep came up with nothing, but on the third one, I found a small hex at his thigh.
“I found one.” I looked at Eros and Dmitry. “I think I need to wrap this one and search if there are more before I dematerialize it.”
“You think?” asked my dad incredulously.
Ignoring my dad’s remark, Dmitry said, “Do what you think is best. Do not worry much.”
I nodded and searched for more hex. After several tries, I managed to find six. After wrapping each of them with my magic, I dematerialize them all at once, making sure that there wasn’t anything left there before I retract my magic from each point back to the top and that was when I noticed there was something odd inside his brain. I couldn’t describe it, but it felt like a container. The real question was what it actually contained. I didn’t dare open it without learning about it more, so I pulled my magic out of my dad’s body and took a step back.
Eros leaned forward out of curiosity, watching my dad with a small frown nestled on his forehead. “Well?”
Dad blinked once. Twice. Then took a long, deep breath and nodded. “I remember what happened.” He locked his gaze with mine. So many emotions coursing through his eyes, it was as if he was experiencing everything that he’d once experienced, but forgotten all over again.
My breath hiked up as I impatiently waited for him to speak of what had happened. I could hear my heart pounding in my ears, and felt each thump pressing against my rib cage.
His eyes met mine and before he even said it, I knew. I knew it in my heart and from the remorse shown in his eyes. “I did kill your mum, Xy. I killed Gaia.”
Everyone was simply staring at my dad.
Eros was the first to break the silence. “If you did, then who put those hexes on you? Did you ask a witch to do that in order to make you forget?”
“No.” Dad shook his head, then brought himself down to the couch. We all followed suit and sat. “I believe Gaia put the spell on me. Maybe before I truly killed her.”
“Why not tell us from the start?” Dmitry suggested. “That way, we can truly understand and assess what happened that night.”
My dad narrowed his eyes slightly at Dmitry, but he listened to his suggestion. “At first, I didn’t know that Gaia was a witch. I was madly in love with her. She was simply the perfect woman, it was beyond me how she agreed to marry me. I didn’t know that she was from the House of Delvaux, one of the strongest witch families. I only knew her as Gaia, the girl I met when I was on a hunt in Scotland. My mate.” He lowered his eyes and I could tell that he was walking down memory lane. The memories he had with mum. The good memories that he’d forever cherish.
“Thinking that she was a mere human, I was scared that if she knew what The Erebus truly is, she’d leave, so I asked for a house far from the crowd where we could find peace.” He shook his head, indicating that the peace that once sought was nothing but a mirage. “I became Beta after I got home and one day, the Night Walkers’ Alpha came to visit and we found out that he was your mother’s mate as well. We—” he took a deep breath and let out an exhausted sigh, “the only thing we agreed on was the duel. After Alpha Sinclair died, things started to go downhill.”
My dad shook his head, then ran a frustrated hand through his dark curly hair. “One day, I got home and found you and your mother in the kitchen. She was doing some incantation. There were runes all over the kitchen floor and on the ceiling as well. I asked her what it was about. She told me about her family, House of Delvaux, and how they got stronger by absorbing others’ power, especially those who shared the same blood.”
“Wait, are you saying that she’s going to take Xyrra’s power?” asked Eros, his blue-green eyes widening in shock.
Dad nodded, sadness was evident in his eyes. “I pretend to let her do the whole thing but right before she was about to sacrifice Xyrra, which was her most vulnerable state — she told me this and asked me to protect her at all cost, I turned on her and killed her.” He closed his eyes for a few moments and when he finally reopened them, he locked his gaze on me. “I’m so sorry, Sweetie. It’s my fault that you had to grow up without a mother.”
“You have done her a favor,” said Dmitry, who had been quiet and observing the whole interaction. “If it was not because of you, Xyrra might not be here today.”
“He’s right, Dad.” I held my dad’s cold hand and rubbed them with mine. “You did what you had to. You saved my life. You saved me.”
“No.” He shook his head, tears brimming in his eyes. I’d never seen my dad cry before and I found myself both surprised and scared. “I didn’t know that when I ruined that ritual and killed Gaia, her power — all which she’d gained from killing her sister, parents, nephews, and other family members — went to the only next of kin, which was you. All of her power is now inside you, sweetie, and I can’t say that it’s a good thing.” He dropped his gaze and watched our entwined fingers. “I suppose Gaia used her last power to make me and Atlas forget what happened, so when the patrols came and saw everything, they assumed I killed her.”
“Alpha Leonidas never believed that,” said Eros. “Neither did my dad or me. We know you couldn’t possibly do that to her, Rob. You loved her. You did everything you could to make her feel comfortable and live comfortably.” My best friend gave a small shrug. “We just didn’t know how to make sense of what happened, especially when you yourself couldn’t even remember.”
“Atlas did what he did to save me, Dad. Don’t punish him anymore,” I said carefully as I reached for his hand. “And as for the power, you didn’t know that when it happened.”
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Author Note: my sincere apologies for the delay in updating the story. Someone I truly respected had died last Friday and it really shook me. I still couldn’t believe he was gone. We’d just talked last Wednesday, four days ago. I really hope you enjoy this story. Please leave some reviews to show support if you like this story. Thanks a million! Take care and stay healthy and happy!
Fair Warning: This chapter contains sexual and mature scenes that might not be suitable for some audiences, especially those below the age of 16. But since you choose to read this story despite the 18+ warning, well, enjoy what you signed up for. °°°°°°° Days passed like a blur. Having my dad around did make it easier, although he was still wary of me. I guessed he was still trying to make peace with the fact that I was a sorceress, someone who was capable of doing malicious, cruel, and unspeakable things. But for the other part that recently discovered a side of me, he was sincerely happy. I could see it in his eyes and felt it whenever he was telling me all sorts of things that a wolf could do and what it meant to be a wolf. In all honesty, I appreciated everything that he taught me. However, I didn’t think I’d like to go through the transforming process even though he’d indeed said that it wou
There was no mark. He hadn’t marked me. He’d bitten and he sucked my blood but that was it. It left me more confused than if he’d marked me. Eros had taken me back to the Ethereal’s packhouse about an hour ago. Despite what I’d told him, he didn’t believe that Ryker had indeed come and that he’d bitten me. The fact that the wound had healed itself by the time Eros had found me on the bathroom floor didn’t help, either. “Why can’t you believe me?” I breathed out and sagged on the couch. “He was there. He bit me and drank my blood. Why else would I be passing out in the bathroom?” “Maybe you had too much to drink.” My best friend annoyingly shrugged and, at this moment, I wanted nothing but to throw something at him. Anything. He seemed to realize that too, as he took a seat next to me and held my hand. “Look, Xy, Ryker is no longer in Europe. The pack at the border saw him leave when he nearly crossed their territory. There was no way that it was Ryker.” E
It took everything in me not to blast my power and erase her existence. A part of me wished that I could turn back time and not see that mark on her shoulder. Perhaps if that was the case, I wouldn’t have to hear her talking about her and Ryker. I wished I could erase that part of my memory so that my chest wouldn’t feel all the pain I was currently feeling. I did my best to shove those aching away and focused on Adelina instead. She could be lying for all I knew. It was possible that she’d simply had rough sex with a wolf that wasn’t Ryker and she’d only said that to piss me off because she knew she couldn’t possibly fight me and win. My thoughts must be apparent on my face because the next second Adelina opened her mouth and informed me all the details about her so-called night with Ryker. “He’s big, I have to say. I thought I wouldn’t be able to handle him.” Adelina let out a small giggle, which didn’t suit her at all as she was fifteen years older than any school girl. “But d
I shoved that thought away. It was lucidly impossible. My dad had told me what had happened that night. There had been at least a dozen of the Erebus’s members who witnessed my mother’s body being torn apart. Then there were those ladies who’d cleaned her body for burial, too. Hell, my dad was going to take me to her grave this weekend. The book must have been wrong, or there was another witch named Gaia Delvaux that wasn’t my mother. Once I calmed myself down, I continued searching for any information about ‘Mad Wolf’ that I eventually stumbled upon one page that was filled with the Greek alphabet, albeit there was only one paragraph in it. There wasn’t a single Latin word on this page. Mad Wolf is a rare, mythical disease that will drive the wolf crazy to the point where he/she will eat their mate and then die upon the realization of what they’d done. This disease was caused by the Sword of Damocles. I picked up my phone again and searched for a
Dmitry rarely called my name, but when he’d done it, there hadn’t been any emotion there, almost as if an AI was told to pronounce my name. Yet this time, he did it so softly and with his hand touching my face; I had to admit that I was shitting my pants right now. My mind kept telling me that this was Dmitry and Dmitry Vashkov was more like a walking robot than a human being. I recovered from the shock quicker than if it was Ryker who was in such close proximity to me and I had to assume that it was because Dmitry wasn’t my mate. “As in a prince of a wolf nation or something?” I pulled back a little and frowned. My mind speedily caught up on the issue that I’d been wanting to ask about for days now. This time, it wasn’t about Dmitry. It was about me. “Then would you be able to explain why my wolf showed up one time then disappeared to god knows where?” “Not exactly,” he said after a short while. “When was the last time you shifted?” “Since
Two years later . . . I packed up my things one more time, putting the Book of the Damned into my satchel along with some spare clothes that I’d brought with me when I’d left the packhouse two years ago. My wolf truly hadn’t come out ever since the first time I’d shifted which helped me a lot in covering the fact that I was half a wolf and half a sorceress. Thank goodness none of the witches, warlocks, and faes had a super smell either. I’d managed to find a sorceress named Deidre who taught me a lot about runes, spells, potions, and charms. She was the only person around here who knew that I had the Book of the Damned in my possession and did not want to steal it. She’d even warned me about how dangerous it was and to use it with extra caution. I slung the strap on my shoulder and looked up to meet Deidre’s blue eyes. “Do you think I’m r
I couldn’t help but ask her directly. “What are you doing here?” “I was meeting Blair Balfour,” Tiffany replied in a hushed tone. “I was hoping she could help me find Ryker.” Her expression turned sad and I felt bad for her. While I’d been away for two years, I’d detached myself from everyone I knew, and that included Ryker’s big sister. I’d heard a rumor about Tiffany seeking witches and asking them to help her find her brother but every witch in the East had turned her down. Frankly, they wouldn’t want to be involved with wolves’ business. Deidre had once told me that the other two packs: the Erebus and the Night Walkers could assume that the witches were siding with the Ethereal should they lend a hand. “How’s it?” I asked, holding her hand. “Did she say yes?”
“I believe it was a few days after he left, this letter arrived at my house in D.C.,” said Tiffany as she opened her drawer and pulled out an A4-sized brown envelope that I often saw being used to store documents. After what had happened in the garage, she’d brought me into her bedroom which was bigger than my entire house and should be called a suite instead. She led me to a small living room where a wooden desk and office chair was installed. “He must’ve asked Dmitry to mail it.” She proceeded to reopen the envelope and produce two pieces of paper, then she set the envelope on the table. “Most of the documents are instructions and whatnot. Things that he’d like to see happening if—” Tiffany stifled a sob and shook her head. “I’m sorry. I’m very emotional when it comes to my family. Anyway, yeah, basically what he wants us to do with his estate, assets, the pack, charities, and orphanages that he w