Three hours later, I was holding a dagger in my hand and staring at the cell in front of me. Charon was inside. His hands and feet were chained to the wall. The wide, thick cuffs tightly encircled his wrists and ankles. The elegant jacket he had in the woods was gone, and only a half-ripped black shirt embraced his chest. Calvel huffed a chuckle as he walked into the cell to tie a strap with a gag around Charon's mouth. "I don't want his teeth anywhere near you," he explained, and I was thankful for it.The dagger I held was made of steel and silver. My fingers carefully wrapped around the leather hilt as I tried to steady my breath. I knew that Charon's eyes were on me even when mine drifted elsewhere. I could sense his mockery. He surely thought that I would panic and run before I used the blade. He wasn't entirely wrong. The nauseating feeling came and went every two minutes as I stood before the man who nearly ended my life. But I told myself that this wasn't only about me. He did
I walked to my chamber, feeling the power flowing through my veins. It curved up my lips and left me smiling for the rest of the day. Although I had yet to understand how the power inside me worked, I had tasted it, and I wanted more.Moreover, hearing Ash say that he was proud of me wrapped me in a bubbly, warm feeling. No one, aside from my parents, had ever said that they were proud of me. I grew up being a disappointment, and that was how I felt most of the time as I lived in the Mortal Realm. Confidence and strength were new to me, and I wished I could be filled by them every day.I dropped off the blood-stained clothes and entered the shower. I watched the red water swirl around the drain as I washed the blood off my body. I killed a man and didn't feel any remorse. Was there something wrong with me, or would it be like this from now on? Perhaps it was unavoidable, and it was time for me to realize that the changes within my body would also influence the change in the way I thou
The mountains rose in the view, emerging from the carpet of colorful leaves. The road snaked up as we got closer to the estate. Suddenly, the woods became scattered, and my eyes were drawn to the huge rock on the side of the road. "Wait in the car," Ash said as he pulled over, stopping the car in front of the stone. I noticed him take a signet ring from his jacket pocket and put it on the little finger of his left hand. The ring looked like it was made entirely of a smooth black stone. "What is it?" I asked, pointing at the signet. Ash smirked, bringing his hand with the ring closer toward me. "This is the proof that these lands belong to me. This is the Malachious Ring." I smiled nervously. "This might be a stupid question, but what do you need it for?" "You'll see." Ash winked at me and got out of the car. He stepped toward the rock. He fisted his hand and pressed the ring's smooth surface against the large stone. As soon as he did, the stone resonated, sending a wave of vibrat
I put on a lemon cotton dress with short sleeves and a flared skirt. Then I slid my feet into kitten heels and went downstairs to join Ash and Baltazar in the salon. I found them laughing and drinking whiskey. It was nice to see Ash relax. He looked so different from how I saw him in his office in the Malachious Residence. As soon as I entered the room, Baltazar's gaze turned toward me, and his lips slowly twisted upward."Someone's just turned into a stunning woman," he commented, clearly appreciating my looks."Why thank you," I replied, giving him a bright smile as I headed toward the kitchen island.Ash narrowed his eyes at me. "Are you trying to impress him or make me jealous?"I grinned, teasingly tangling my finger around the strand of my hair. "Would it be a bad thing if I said that it's both?"Baltazar burst into laughter and placed his hand on Ash's shoulder. "I'm beginning to understand why you've changed your mind, my boy.""Changed his mind about what?" I questioned, look
"Wine or whiskey?" Ash offered the right cure for my heart-crushing anxiety."Wine," I replied, folding my arms around my waist and sitting on the salon's sofa.He swiftly uncorked an old-looking bottle and filled my glass with a rich red liquid. He handed me the wine, then quickly refilled his whiskey glass, and joined me on the sofa. "How's your hand?" He looked at the cut, which was now almost completely healed."It's fine," I repeated for the fifth time, and each time, I found Ash's concern more annoying. "Baltazar called me a cursed child," I told Ash, carefully watching his reaction to my words. "Do you know what that means? Because as soon as he smelled my blood, he started looking at me as if I was about to turn into a monster." Frustration grew within me. I knew what I saw in Baltazar's eyes: disgust and a heated rush of hatred. It no longer mattered who I was. WHAT I was overshadowed everything else.Ash sighed and took a sip from his glass. "Baltazar is a good man, but he i
Ash shielded me from the wolves, pushing me back into the corridor. "Baltazar, walk away and take your wolves with you before I take it as an act of treason," Ash hissed, his nails turning into sharp blades."Ashtar, I am here because I'm loyal," the old wolf claimed, lowering his head."Loyal to who?!" Ash growled."To your family!" Baltazar roared but then bowed and took a deep breath. "Give her to us; that's all we want. You know that it has to be done, and either we do it or the King's men will. At least we can grant her a seemingly painless death."I clamped my hand over my mouth. The fear, the anger, the confusion—all those emotions violently rose inside me, and I had to restrain them before they burst out in a scream that was already building in my throat.Ash glanced at me over his shoulder and quickly returned his gaze to Baltazar. "She is NOT a threat!" He stood on the threshold, blocking the way into the house as he spread his arms, armed with sharp claws.There was a momen
"Nala! Nala, can you hear me?!" The familiar voice was breaking through the blur of distorted sounds. A light slap on my cheek brought back the feeling of heaviness in my body. Other senses returned at once, hitting me with an overwhelming dose of pain.The ache came from everywhere, as if I had managed to strain every muscle in my body and put all my nerves on fire. A ragged exhale left me, and I forced myself to open my eyes, processing my position and surroundings. My legs were lying on the ground, and I couldn't move them. My upper body hung limply, supported by Ash's arms as he knelt next to me. His chest rattled with shallow breaths while his filled-with-concern eyes studied me. His fingers squeezed my arms as if he were urging my reaction."What… happened?" I rasped."You killed them, Nala," he said softly before glancing around. I followed his line of sight and saw burned, still-smoking bodies lying on the ground wherever I looked. Ash and I were the only ones alive. I gasped,
After some time, I could finally walk without Ash's help. I was regenerating faster than before, although I was still a little lightheaded and walked rather wobbly on my feet. Ash constantly asked me how I felt, even though it was his condition that I was more worried about. Some of his wounds were still bleeding, and that was one of the things that made me anxious. What if Baltazar knew about the tunnels? What if we encountered his warriors again? If that happened, I would have to rely on Ash's strength, but how could I do that if he wasn't even properly healing?! I had yet to fully understand and control my inner power, and my fighting skills hardly allowed me to fight against the weaker wolves. My energy could be enough for a single blast that could take down several wolves, but then what? I tried to stay positive, hoping that Calvel and others would come to our aid, but I couldn't stop the panic from rising. "Why are your wounds not healing?" I asked softly. Ash sighed and gave