Alice POV “My blood?? What do you mean??” Without a word, the Dark Lord pulled out a similar, albeit slightly larger dagger. It was adorned with red, black, and purple gems almost everywhere. “You hand little wolf”, he said authoritatively. As in a trance, I found myself unable to ask any questions or to refuse. I simply extended my hand, which he sliced down the middle of my palm, red liquid pooling in it. “Five drops, directly onto the tip of the dagger”, he instructed. I did as I was told, and when completed, the dagger glowed in bright light temporarily. “You can touch it now, but not use its full power yet. It still demands your blood!”, the Dark Lord continued. His dagger was next to him, and I was curious as to the multicolored gemstones on it, and if they had any significance. “Your dagger is different. It has all these colors in the stones”, I observed. “Good observation little wolf. Each stone corresponds to a life taken by this dagger!”, he said, obviously excited and prou
Dragana POV It was early in the morning and for some reason I could not sleep. I knew I had my training with Art soon, but I decided to get up and enjoy the morning sunrise first. Cybela did not leave my side, she had acted overprotective since the murder attempt. I did not blame her, however, found it comical that somebody her size moved around following me like a little dog. The sunrise over the ocean was simply spectacular. I noticed some servants in the garden tidying the place up, as I made my way to the training polygon. Solomon designed it himself. A hexagonal shaped space was further out from the main house, however, close enough for us to have a full view of it. Designed by magic, it stripped you of the shifting abilities. If I walked in in my human form, I could not shift to my wolf or my Lycan, and if I walked into it like my wolf of a Lycan, I could not shift back, if one was in the confines of it. It was designed to amplify my abilities from each of my perspectives. It a
Dragana POV After initial shock, I gathered my wits. I did not know what the future held, but I knew somebody who might. Aisha said that, as a white wolf, she had a gift of foresight. Perhaps she could help, I thought to myself. And at the end of the day, who better to know than Solomon??? His power knew no bounds to my knowledge, and based on everything I read about him, I knew that he, too, had a gift of foresight. I was still not sure how that worked, as I knew that our choices make or shape the future and that the future itself is not written in stone. Yet, I wanted some direction on this. However, for now, I need to train. Stepping into the polygon, I had to admire the beauty of Beta Art’s wolf. He was gorgeous! Massive, clear-gold eyed, and even in his ferocious wolf form, there was something comforting about him. “I am not going to go easy on you”, he snickered through the mind link. Stepping into the polygon, it started snowing. Oh great, just great, I thought to myself. Ho
Lady Asma POV I was elated to see Jasmine saved! I sensed the powerful spells and the Shadow which my father used to bind her, but neither Ivan nor myself were strong enough to break it. We came close once, but his power was just too much. I was shocked, but not surprised Dragana managed to break his enchantment. After all, she was a Tribrid, and we always knew that she would be even more powerful than Dzana. Father knew that too. It is likely why he wanted her, because I was still trying to piece together as to what his plan was for her. Jasmine and Beta Artemis had left for Ramil Palace to train Dragana. Nobody asked if she would be back, and perhaps that was for the best now. I did not feel it was safe here for her or any of us, quite frankly. Something was happening, the trees were speaking to me of the darkness moving across the land. I felt it in the rivers, in the soil too. I could not shake the sense and foreboding of something terrible happening, even after Jasmine woke. In
Lady Asma POV “Are you absolutely sure???” Jasmine was asking. “With utmost certainty. I know my father’s magic anywhere. It is not something I could forget, even if I wanted to”, I said, horrified of my findings. After spending the afternoon with Alice, I have determined that she was indeed the source of the darkness and the dark magic in the pack. The pair of bracelets on her hands was pulsating with it. There was something else, something I could not identify, something more ancient and stronger, and while not directly my brother’s magic, it had somehow radiated off her. I made every effort not to reveal anything and play innocent wedding planner, not to even ask her anything about magic. The meeting we had, I directed to writing up the guest list for the wedding and planning the ceremony itself, discussing flowers, catering, colors, her dress, anything but magic. “You know, I did notice something else”, I now remembered. “When I asked her if her father, Alpha Alan would be coming
Roman POV I woke up drenched in sweat. The last few nights I dreamt of my mother, my beautiful, selfless, loving mother. The dream was always the same. She sat under the tree with blooming blue flowers by the lake and beckoned me to come to her. Every time I did it, she smiled at me, kissed me on the forehead and tried to speak. And before she could say what she wanted to; I would wake up. Every single time!!!! I did not know what the dream meant; I just knew the dreams were disturbing. As much as I loved my mother and welcomed her presence in my dreams, I was also exasperated by the fact that, somehow, I could not hear what she wanted to say. I felt it was important and every night I would go to bed. I prayed for the dream to be complete. And she would never get to speak. What is she trying to tell me??? “Mother loves us, even from the great beyond. And mother would not approve of us marrying the woman who claims to be our mate but is clearly not!!”, Caleb roared. My relationship wi
Dragana POV His lips were soft.. Commanding, yet soft and warm.. He continued to kiss me, this time gently.. My nipples rose almost on command, my juices started flowing.. “You are aroused. I can smell you...”, he was purring, obviously happy with his effect on me. I did not know what came over me. His kiss was different than Roman’s, there were sparks and excitement, but it was not the same. However, I enjoyed it very much. I loved his warmth, his strength. He felt like home, and I wanted him. Blushing, I simply nodded.. I.. “I do not know what to do...”, I said pleadingly,, looking at him, feeling his breath on me, his skin on mine. “We do not have to do anything right now. Especially not on the dirt here and with curious eyes all over the place. You deserve so much more”, he said gently in between the kisses. His lips were trailing my neck now, sucking on the spot where I knew werewolves mark their mates. This sent shivers down my spine and I pulled him in closer, wrapping my leg
Dragana POV Art’s kiss still lingered on me, as did his scent. There was something comforting about him. Did I feel sparkles? Yes, indeed. Connection – absolutely. But he was not Roman, I thought, it was not the same. “If I may interject”, I heard Aisha’s voice. “Please Aisha. Please tell me what you feel”, I said, feeling almost guilty for taking advantage of her advice whilst I still did not fully connect with her. It felt as if I were taking advantage of her, and I did not like that. I was going to apologize to her, but I needed to hear what she wanted to say first. “First of all, do not think you are taking advantage of me. I know what you are thinking, Dragana, and I know this is new to you, but both Vasilla and I are aware of your thoughts, your fears, your desires and wants at all times. I know this is new to you, but this is how shifter bonds work. Essentially, we are one, and whatever you feel, we feel. Whatever you want, we want. Whatever hurts you, hurts us. Now, do not get