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MORGAN It took Kian and me half a day to walk up the mountain until we reached the sanctuary. Luckily it was not at the very top but nestled halfway up carved into the face of the mountain. A beautiful structure made from the mountain itself, looking more like a hidden castle than a place of worship with its high-standing dome towers. As we approached the sanctuary the land began to even out, creating large flat fields surrounding the building – leading into smaller gardens situated around the fronts and sides of the sanctuary. The place was massive and amazing. The window reflected the light making the place look magical and other realmy. It was something straight out of a fairytale and I basked in its beauty with awe. Two huge oak doors made up the entrance and a smaller wicked door sat to the left. I thought we would be knocking on the giant oak doors, but Kian went straight to the wicked door and knocked loudly three times. I stood nervously behind him, anticipating the door ope
HUNJI/KIAN I thought my wolf was going to explode from my chest. I couldn't contain Ruda any longer and just had to get out of there. Everything Asena said replayed over and over - the more she spoke the more feral my wolf became. Wild primal instincts took over him, pushing past my hold to rein him in. The deep rooting carnage festered and stirred the need to tear Asena’s neck open with his teeth. If there's one thing Ruda hated, it was to be disrespected. He was an Alpha wolf by nature, and she had disrespected him and me in the highest regard possible. All these years she had denied us the chance to find love - Denied us the possibility to find our own happiness and companionship. I couldn’t handle the bout of emotions that were surging through me. I didn’t know how. I thought I had switched that side of me off a long time ago. Disappointment, anger, hurt, and rage, all lead me to a feeling of great despondency. From the day I met my mate my hope had been stripped away; it just t
MORGAN Like a rolling cloud of fog, the haziness lifted from my eyes. I felt a shivering tingle down my body at the cold presence of air against my back and knew that Kian was no longer beside me anymore. I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I thought my legs would be shaky after the traumatic experience I had, but they are not. I stand on sturdy legs and hold my hands out to look at them. They are not shaking, but I feel as though they should be. The tingling in my body is still present and it feels foreign – almost energized. I rub the tips of my fingers together, a new sensation like electricity hums through them, transferring to each digit as they connect with each other. I am of Morrigan blood and what I just did awoke something old and ancient and I’m not just talking about the stone. It’s not a stone. I mean me too. The scroll I read at Tristan’s house is still fresh in my mind. …And with the blood of a Morrigan, pure and undiluted she shall awaken the child
HUNJI/KIAN My wolf whimpers as we watch Morgan walk away. The look in her eyes broke our hearts and almost our resolve. The urge to take her in my arms and take back everything I just said to her, was so great. It was better this way. She was destined for great things and my place had already been allocated to me. It was my burden to bear, and mine alone. I would return to Riocht eventually - if I lived. And we would lead separate lives. It was my decision and duty to go back to Eririat, where it all began, and finish what I have should have done 14 YEARS ago. Rostam would be freed; Farid would die, and the rightful king would take his place. As it was always meant to be. I remember my father telling me, he would pass on his crown when the rightful heir presented himself and was ready. He never said who he thought should be crowned the king, but I highly doubt he had Farid in mind. I still held animosity toward my father, for letting me fall from grace and supporting the courts a
MORGAN Abbas must have hit me really hard. I felt like he had knocked me into next week. I opened my eyes from what seemed like an eternity of blackness. Blinking slowly as the light filtered into them, brightly and without remorse. The smell of dampness and mold reached my nose and without having to look around I knew I was in some type of cell. Years of being held in one had the scent of cold stone and damp ground embedded into my senses. It seemed wherever I was - it was well-lit. “The little witch wakes,” I cringed at the use of the nickname Kian called me. It didn’t have the same effect as this man’s sinister and pompous meaning. I wiped my mouth of the drool that had gathered and hoisted myself up from the front-lying position I found myself in. I slowly turned feeling every ache in my bones, swung my legs over the cot I had been placed on, and pulled myself into a sitting position. Rubbing my temples to try and ease the pounding that was currently thumping away in there. “T
HUNJI/KIAN Perched on the top of a roof, I crouch on its ledge. The vast City of Eririat below me. The Kingdom was quiet in the still night air, with only the streetlights to witness my return. The potion had now worn off, but I didn’t feel any fatigue or weariness from exerting so much energy. I felt envigored, renewed. A feeling of calm embraced my wolf and I, even when my gaze landed on the palace that sat in the center of the city. I thought I would feel something more. Maybe anger, resentment, or even unsettledness in some way. But none of those emotions pricked at the surface. Instead, the serene feeling washed over me and bled into Ruda. And it suddenly felt too peaceful. ‘She is here. I can sense her’ Ruda said as a matter of fact. I hummed my acknowledgment to him, coming out in a gravelly growl. I too could sense our little witch. Our imprinted bond helped my wolf to feel her out. I closed my eyes breathing in the night’s tranquil air. It looked and felt quiet, but I was
MORGAN The air shifts. An upward spiral of vaporization climbed the vacant air, forming a dense and rapidly rising green mist twisting and maturing. It begins to take shape into an almost corporeal form, the green mist forming into two men ‘kill the snitch, kill the snitch’ they chant, their arms stretching out before them reaching for Abbas. Abbas looks on horrified at what is happening before his eyes, eyes flying wide and mouth dropping open. The color drains from his face as I stand and point at him. "Kill him," I say in a voice that's deeper and commanding, calling forth the whispering echoes. Commanding them to do my bidding. Though never done before, the action comes naturally and feels right. “Kill him,” I repeat. The thirst for Abbas’ blood to be spilled is immense. Abbas screams, the sound piercing and girly as the two echoes glid towards him. Their hands touch him, and Abbas cowers back, throwing his arms in front of his face like a shield, except it won’t save him. Not
HUNJI/KIAN How many times can I walk away from her? As many as it takes, I tell myself. The look in her beautiful violet eyes cut me deep. I knew what she wanted, our souls grasping for each other, my wolf pining to hold her, kiss her. But I couldn’t. She was safe, that had to be enough. I wanted to tell her how proud I was of her, how her gift was spectacular. How when I saw her leading an army of dead, I felt nothing but pride and love for my little witch as I watched her end the battle single-handedly. The confident way she walked, arms out, palms out with her head held high. Those violet eyes glowing against her pale complexion – She was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, she moved with grace and poise, easily directing her army of ghosts. She was commanding but ethereal, Dangerous but enchanting -a goddess. My body came alive. A flush of warmth spread through my body, my dick reacting at the sight of his little witch as my eyes roamed her spellbinding curves that I