What do you think? Is Gaia still out there? If so, then who was it that was killed by Ares?
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
No matter how many times I’d told Tiffany that I could be wrong, she didn’t listen to a word I said. She still believed that Ryker was truly in the same city that we were right now. She even wanted to begin searching for him, claiming that all she wanted was to see that he was okay. In the end, I’d informed her that I could make her see Ryker or at least see his surroundings through his eyes however this would require a lot of energy and focus. Upon hearing this, she ushered me to the dining room where the butler and several maids were ready to serve dinner. Her son, Draven, didn’t join us, seemingly was still busy with his work or love life. Tiffany truly loved talking about her kids, so much that even after sitting there for ten minutes, I learned that she had eight sons and a daughter. One of her sons, in particular, Javier, was finally going to marry his secretary this year. Their love story was the new Pride and Prejudice according to Tiffany. I smiled as I listen
“W-what?” I sat up and stared at Tiffany dumbfoundedly. “That’s not possible. It has been two years.” I wiped the cold sweat on my forehead with my sleeve, then swung my legs over to the side of my bed and stood up. “I can’t even shift or get my wolf to talk to me. How is it even possible that I can experience this heat thing if my wolf isn’t even here?” I started pacing the room, suddenly even this huge arse room felt too small, too cramped that I could hardly breathe. Tiffany moved into the room and closed the door behind her. She didn’t approach me or made any move toward me which was smart. I didn't even know what I’d do at this point. “We don’t have that many hybrids in this world, Xyrra,” she stated with a sigh. “Not many species mingle with different species. They usually stick to their own kind. I know this because many years ago, over two decades ago, I chose to be with my Chosen Mate who’s a human, and I was frowned upon.” She moved to the sofa a few feet away from her, the
Ryker POV The shittiest thing about having to deal with this insufferable disease was that I had no recollection of what I’d done whenever Khrysaor took over. I was completely left in the dark thus there were these blank moments in my memories, gaps here and there that I wasn’t able to fill. I could ask Khrysaor about it but sometimes even he couldn’t remember. It was as if we both had a brain tumor or something. It was maddening. I supposed that was one of the many reasons why it had earned its name. Mad Wolf. Back when the disease hadn’t been this advanced, I was able to control it. Just like two years ago when I’d realized that Khrysaor had been drinking Adelina’s blood. I’d managed to stop despite the urges and save Adelina’s life. She’d had bruises all over but at least, she hadn’t died. Violence and blood. Those were the two things that it was after.