I’m curious, does anyone wish to have a chapter told from Ryker’s point of view?
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.
Xyrra POV I felt the connection being interrupted for a split second before it truly was severed. It was either because something had happened to Ryker or Tiffany not being able to retain the linkage. Whichever it was, both Tiffany’s and Ryker’s minds were no longer linked therefore she was no longer able to see things through his eyes. “Hey, are you here with me?” I asked her once I had pulled all my magic from her and was no longer touching her temple. Tiffany blinked a few times and when she finally looked directly at me, I knew that she was here with me and no longer seeing through Ryker’s eyes. Her petite oval face paled, and her silver eyes widened in complete terror. It made me curiously wonder what she had seen. For the past two years I’d checked in on Ryker, he’d been in the woods which technically meant that I’d seen things through Khrysaor’s eyes, and there wasn’t anything remotely odd or terrifying. Perhaps we had caught Ryker and K
I had two options right now. Either I could remain like this, seeing and hearing things through Ryker, or I could take over Ryker’s mind and actually have a conversation with Blair. “What do you mean by Fleur Delvaux?” asked Ryker, his voice rising. He obviously recognized that it was my birth name from our last visit together when Adelina had informed us. “Leave her alone or I swear I’ll rip you apart. I’ve no problem drinking from a witch.” His threat made me shudder. This wasn’t the first time I heard Ryker five out threats and yet once I had seen the evidence of what he’d done on the ground a few feet away from him scared the hell out of me. I wasn’t scared of what he would do to me, given my power and my capability of wielding said power after nurturing it for the past two years, I knew with my heart that I could handle him. He wouldn’t be the first werewolf I would be fighting ag
“I’m having fun.” I grinned at him, pretending to be half-drunk. “I’ve heard all these stories about London from Trish and I want to experience them.” Eros narrowed his eyes infinitesimally. “Why now?” He closed the distance between us until I could feel the heat coming out of his pores. “Why not two years ago?” I quickly came up with something. “Because two years ago I still had hope. Now,” I shrugged one shoulder, “I just want to live.” “Okay, but this might not be the best place to do that.” Eros held my hand and walked with me out of the noisy club and back to the streets of London again. “Where are you staying?” He asked once we were walking on the pavement. “I haven’t figured that out yet.” I pulled out my key from the pocket of my leath
“You know her,” said Eros, his eyes narrowing. Despite everything else, he was still a person I’d grown up with. He could tell from the expression on my face. I had to be careful in answering his question. “Witches have a tight relationship. We know each other, and we take care of each other. Blair was an Easterner so of course, I know her.” Eros seemed to buy my reasoning as the frown lines on his forehead slowly smoothened out. “She must have known that I was coming. I did a stakeout in that club for ten hours straight and it’s all for nothing. Fucking witch didn’t show up.” He shook his head, scratching the back of his head out of frustration. He moved to the sofa, no longer blocking my way, then sat there. His head was bent between his knees while both of his hands were resting on the back of his neck.
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. °°°°°°° I’d soon found out from Eros later that night that not long after my departure two years ago, my dad had moved to the South and rejoined the Erebus pack. I’d long figured that once the Erebus, especially Alpha Leonidas learned that my dad hadn’t actually killed my mother, he would be reinstated back to his Beta position. But this also meant that Eros’s dad was no longer the Beta. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. Eros had told me that he didn’t care but I could tell from the way he’d shrugged his shoulder that he actually did. So much had changed over the course of two year
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. °°°°°°° The next morning I woke up feeling confused as hell. I had no idea whether what had happened last night was real or not. As soon as my eyes were wide awake, I jumped off my bed, put on my bathrobe, and walked toward the bathroom across the hall. I turned the knob and swung the door open only to pull it close again upon the sight of a very, naked male human body. “Xy?” I heard Eros’s voice calling my name from the other side of the door. “Shite!” I cursed under my breath before taking a deep breath and trying to regain my com
It was no surprise that I woke up with a banging headache and a drained body. For a few addled seconds, I had no idea what had happened or where I was but as soon as the drowsiness wore off, my mind started to recall what had happened on the street. Ignoring the fact that my whole energy was down to near zero, I forced myself to sit upright. There was no time to rest now especially when I found myself being in a strange, unknown place. My surroundings were more beautiful than I’d expected. From a little perk from Tiffany’s mind, Ryker was supposed to live in a small, uncomfortable motel room. This was more like a studio if anything. The bed was humongous, and the dresser and the nightstands were made of expensive oak wood. All of the things and furniture inside this room smelled of money. On one side of the room, there were bookshelves built into the walls. They were filled with books.