Happy Halloween! I wasn't going to post until tomorrow but I really didn't want to leave you hanging for too long. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I hope you all jump up and down, fist-pump the air and tell him to 'go get her!!'
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
HUNJI / KIAN The room is dark and cold. I can just make out my father’s frail figure in his bed as I move deeper into his chambers. I hear a gasp behind me and turn to see my sister Sonia with eyes full of tears, clutching her child. A son. “Sonia,” I turn to her and cup her cheek peering into her familiar dark brown eyes. She looks frail and worn. Farid had kept his promise, she was unhurt but he had kept her hidden away and thankfully hadn't touched her or her child. Maybe there was some compassion in him somewhere deep down. “I have missed you, and I want nothing more than to sit with you and Rostam and to get to know my family again,” My eyes turn to the small child in her arms who looks so much like Rostam. “But I need you to leave, give us time alone with father, your son does not need to see this.” Through her glazed eyes I see the defiance I remember so much, but she nods her head and looks to Rostam who stands beside her. “Sonia, my love, everything will be ok now. Our br
MORGAN I finally find Kian in the hall of law, standing in front of the humongous stone epitaph. His back is to me, and I know he senses my presence. I cannot see his expression when he speaks but I can feel the raw emotion in every word. “This is why I love my Queen. Lamia. I admire her. She doesn’t run from fate, she embraces it – despite whether she agrees with the gods or not she doesn’t make rules to suit her own needs, she makes them to protect her people. All races. The weak the vulnerable, the good, the bad. And even the ugly. She doesn’t discriminate and believes we all should flourish. She will never shy away from a fight, and she will always stick up for the little people. She is justice in the flesh with a heart as pure as light.” I draw closer and slide my hands around his waist pressing my face to his back and relishing in his warmth. He doesn’t move away like I thought he would and I take it as a win. Despite what he believes and thinks – I have fallen for this wolf.
HUNJI/KIAN ERIRIAT (STILL 3 WEEKS LATER) With a heavy heart and an empty soul, I sit on the throne. In less than two hours this place will be packed with wolves from all over the Kingdom, from Lord Alphas to members of the court and some high-standing citizens. Not to exclude the surrounding country’s Alphas and leaders from other shifter Clans. Even Tristan ScarClaw had received an invitation and had made his way here, arriving only a short few days ago with the werebear Gregorio as his companion. I stood from the throne, a sigh of ease blowing past my lips as I vacated the seat. No matter how many times I had sat in it these past weeks it still didn’t feel right. These past three weeks my thoughts had been filled with Morgan and also Tawny. Of course, there was much more I mulled through my brain, like my family back in the western continent who I had not heard from. Even Lamia hadn’t linked me, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about that. Was she upset or just giving me the time, I
HUNJI/KIAN The door stood open, and I was propped against the frame, I couldn’t bring myself to enter my old room. Too many memories of a time I thought I had it all. A time I thought I had found happiness only for my reason to feel happy to tear it all away. There were no scents in this room, even though it looked the same as the last time I had been here. So, all I had were the conjured memories that were flitting within my head as I looked into my old room. Farid had said Divya willingly spread her legs for him. He wasn’t lying, I could tell. I sensed he was telling me the truth and took great satisfaction that he hadn’t had to coerce her to betray me. When a mate betrays their fated, it does something to a man. It makes them doubt their worth and skills as a man. I wondered for years if I wasn’t a good enough lover; if my size was inadequate if there was something I lacked for Divya to stray as she did. When I was whipped, beaten, and left for dead, Revenge was what kept me aliv