Landon reduces the glow around him and I half expect him to lift off the ground. His veins look like they have liquid light pouring through them, but his face… I take a look at his glowing male face and notice the aura of utmost concentration radiating off him... He stares at a spot, his eyes looking focused. The question comes out of my mouth tentatively and I turn to Cain. “Is he in pain?” Cain shakes his head. “He has to be focused enough to draw the power out of him, but that’s not where I'm headed to. Landon is at his full power now. Do you know who he is?” I certainly don't, so I answer with a glare. Cain walks forward and taps the other male on the shoulder. The light dies all at once and Landon stumbles, breathing hard as he catches his breath. Cain turns to me and I almost see a glow in his eyes. “Landon is a Lycan Prince. He has the blood of a King in his veins, yet the power he wields isn’t even up to a fraction of what Rafie wields. At most, if any lightworker tri
I search the “History of Lycan and werewolf magics” book but it only ever mentions King Ashryn the Great.There is no mention of his wife, except for her name and I guess that’s something.She was Queen Diane Ashyrn. Mate and dearly beloved of Aquinas Ashryn and surprisingly, a werewolf.Surprise bubbles up in me at that and a chuckle leaves my lips.She was a werewolf.I thought all Lycans hated werewolves. They despise us and they make it their life’s aim to show how much better than us they are.I won’t deny the fact that my parents didn’t leave a very good image of werewolves and packs in my head, but there are some who did.There’s the old lady who treated me kindly since the rest of the pack despised me for being the weakest link. There are the pups, little werewolf children who would be better if only they had someone to tell them the ways of the pack aren’t so ideal that they should follow them wholeheartedly.I despise my parents, yes, my pack? Maybe.But I know there must be
I pick myself up from the floor and ignore the stare I'm getting from the male in the room.A look at the window tells me it’s almost dawn and fuck my bones feel like twigs right now.My neck burns and my head is pounding but the only thing I can think of is the library lady.“She’s a Lycan isn’t she?” Ash-haired Priam looks over at the dead body on the floor and nods before turning back to me. “Are you okay?”“Was she related to you?”My mind draws a line through the events that led up to this and it could have been a coincidence, but she got him to get me out of here. He could be her son for all I know. Or her grandson.Why the fuck did he even kill her!The surge of anger I feel lets me know I'm currently frustrated. Not only by the fact that I didn't find what I came for but also by the fact that a lady had to die because Lyros came here looking for me.And slut?Is he being serious? What was I slutting with, the books?“Are you okay Lady Adelaide?”The boom in the voice I hea
“Wake up.”I know this can’t last forever. “I said wake up!”But do I have to be woken up this way? My eyes snap open just in time to find Lyros heaving, his bare chest rising and falling as rivulets of sweat roll down.It’s bad for me to find him sexy right? I just woke up from sleep and despite the uniform sprinkle of dark hair I can see on his chest and chin, he killed someone.It sounds silly, the fact that I'm going for that, but the librarian did nothing to him. And now he’s here, his nose flaring, his chest heaving, my bleary eyes almost slam shut as I stare at him but I force them open.My bones feel liquid and my body feels well-rested.It’s surprising what grief-filled sleep will do to you.When Lyros glares at me again, I take the blanket I used to cover myself, hold it tighter against my chest, and get up from the bed.I make sure to cover myself adequately before I walk away and the first place I head to is the bathroom.I reek.I shut the door but something hits it. So
“Hand me a towel.”Cain stretches one through the door and I take it. I squeeze my hair and let it stick to my back. Cain has a small smile on his face when I come out and that awkward feeling settles in between us again.I look around for any special dress His Majesty the Lycan king must have set out but I find nothing.“Here.”Cain walks to the door and opens it. He bends to pick something and I admire firm round buttcheeks before he stands up and catches me staring.He smirks and hands me a package bound with a bit of green ribbon.I take it and untie the green ribbonI know it’s fabric. I can see its fabric, but I'm still surprised at the fact that I got a shirt and pants.“These too.”I look up but Cain is already mid-rise so I can’t admire anything to its fullest extent.He drops them on the bed and slumps onto it, looking at the ceiling.My heart soars at the sight of boots and I pick them up. I hesitate when the thought of going to the bathroom and changing there occurs to me
Cain escorts me out of the room after helping me tie the green ribbon into my hair. My heart is pounding and my pulse is racing but it’s okay. This isn’t the end of the world. So Raymel is still angry that I stole the staff from his father’s manor, I am not surprised. He bashed my face in because of any of that, yet I can't remember any of it. I let my legs take me through the hall and down the stairs while my brain runs. It’s not enough that Rayme gets to know we’re after something, he’ll try to stop us from getting it, or try to get it himself. His experience with Lyros is still cataloged in some part of my brain. The wife who never loved him but loved Lyros instead and who Lyros killed, since he does that and no one can stand against him. “Has Lyros been acting weird to you?” I turn to Cain and find his eyes shimmering faintly but it stops the minute he turns to me. A frown lines his face as he blinks. “What?” He sounds out of breath and that makes me frown. “I asked if yo
The large field stretches on for miles and miles and the trees are only a faint outline in the distance. There are a lot of people in these fields today and they don’t look… happy. My eyes go over the form of the group to our left and I see toned bodies with rigid looking faces. They don’t look like they smile often and they don’t look like they’re here to start smiling. There’s an atmosphere of seriousness in the air, one that I can't seem to ignore as we keep on walking. Lyros’s form catches my eye first. He’s a tall form in icy blue. He stands beside Rafie, who looks resplendent in white, and beside them is a man whose presence makes something at the back of my brain tickle. It isn’t a tickle that persists, my mind simply latches onto him for a second before recoiling and latching onto him again. The feeling I get from him is simple, he’s someone who deserves to be noticed. With blue hair cropped close to his skull and a face that’s round and pointy at the same time. He’s
“You took me to an Oracle?”Adelaide’s voice rises steadily as anger courses through her and I stand, conflicted and unable to think of what might calm her down.“You would have met him one way or the other, Adelaide. Trust me, this was the safest way.”“You could have fucking told me!”Her words lash out like a whip and I recoil.I could have. I could have told her Alizadeh would search her the moment he saw her but what good would that have been?“If I had told you, you’d have tried to guard against him and that never ends well. Alizadeh would kill you on the spot and how do you even guard against such power? He didn’t read your mind, Adelaide, he did something much more intricate. If he saw something that didn’t satisfy him in your future he’d have killed you. It was either you meet him now, in the presence of Lyros and Rafie and me, when we could watch for his reaction and protect you if he deemed it fit to kill you, than meeting him in the hallway or in the library. He’d have k