One month later.“It’s been a month now.” Raul muttered to himself with a sigh. A month had passed since his mate’s disappearance. Raul found himself ensnared in a suffocating fog of despair. Each day dawned with the weight of her absence pressing down upon him, a constant reminder of the gaping void that had been left in her wake. In the quiet moments when he was alone with his thoughts, Raul allowed himself to succumb to the overwhelming tide of sorrow that threatened to consume him. He mourned not only for Olivera, but for the little life they had shared—a life that now seemed like nothing more than a distant memory, a fragile dream shattered by the harsh reality of her absence.Tears flowed freely from Raul's eyes, silent tributes to the love he had lost and the pain that now consumed him. Each tear was a testament to the depth of his despair, a tangible expression of the emptiness that gnawed at his soul.But even amidst the darkness that threatened to engulf him, Raul clung t
Jacob stood amidst the smoldering remains of the vampire, his chest heaving with exertion and adrenaline. The acrid smell of burnt flesh mingled with the lingering ozone from the celestial fire he had summoned moments before. His hands trembled slightly, the aftermath of channeling such power through his veins.His eyes scanned the surroundings, taking in the darkness that had encroached upon what used to be his home. It had been more than six years since he had last set foot here, leaving behind memories he had tried hard to bury. Yet now, facing the vampires who dared to trespass upon his past, he felt a surge of protectiveness for the family he had left behind.Images of his loved ones flashed through his mind—his parents, his siblings, and especially Olivera, who had always been his protector. Jacob hoped fervently that nothing had befallen them in his absence, that they were safe and unaware of the danger lurking so close to their doorstep.The vampire's blackened heart now ash a
Jacob's heart skipped a beat at the mention of his parents' residence. He exchanged a glance with his companions, gratitude mingling with uncertainty in his eyes. Could it really be that simple? Could the reunion be that simple? He couldn’t stop the giddiness that started at from the sole of feet when he thought of reuniting with Olivera. Had she found her mate now? Who was it? What about Lisa? Well, he had but a few minutes to find out. With a newfound sense of purpose, Jacob thanked the man earnestly before striding towards the grand street, his steps quickening with each stride, the others hot on his heels. ‘Calm your horses, young man. You can’t wait to see your big sister?’Jacob huffed, but didn’t reduce his walking pace. He knew that Zande was trying to water down the variety of emotions assailing him, he appreciated that, but he didn’t think it necessary, he didn’t think it would work. But he appreciated the efforts.‘Just stay with me, Cara mia. Just stay with me.’***
When Jacob, and the other ancients stepped inside the room, they were first greeted by the opulent luxury in the large sitting room. Again, Jacob wondered how his parents had suddenly come into this vast amount of wealth, when there were others suffering in the outskirts of the pack. He perused Jeremy as he thought upon this, unmoved when he saw the latter watching him too. Jacob could detect the shock in there, and there was the pain again. A pain so searing that Jacob didn’t know what to do with it, especially because he knew that it was connected to his sister. Jacob turned away, not wanting to acknowledge it. Instead, he took a seat on a very long sofa with an L shape. The ancients followed his cue. With everyone seated now, the butler served them drinks. The ancients glanced at each other before taking the glass cup in their hands, and donning the liquid in one go. They felt nothing, tasted nothing. There was a cough from their audience which alerted them to the fact that th
Kendalf smiled, liking the fact that Sarah was an avid reader. It made the explanation process easier on them. If not, how could he have enumerated their qualities without coming off as an egocentric personality? "In history, the ancients are not portrayed as purely evil or malevolent beings. While they have a dark and dangerous side, they also possess a sense of honor and a desire to protect those they care about. They often act as guardians and mentors to younger ones, guiding them and imparting their wisdom. However, the ancients are not without their flaws and vulnerabilities. Despite their immense power, they can still be wounded and killed, although it takes a significant amount of force to do so. They are also susceptible to the same weaknesses as other vampires, such as sunlight and a good dose of silver." Sarah concluded, about to ask Jacob to continue his story, when Jeremy asked her immediately the difference then, between vampires and ancients.The group looked on, wond
Jeremy wanted to laugh, and then he wanted to cry. Jacob thought he was the Alpha of the pack? That would mean that the lad knew of his existence before now. But how? His parents had made sure that he was out of the pack from birth. Not that it still helped. His uncle, somehow had found out, hence the untimely death of his parents. But how did Jacob find out? "You are speechless now?" Jeremy shook his head, and chuckled. "You’ve got the wrong person, Jacob. I'm not the Alpha. My uncle is." Jacob's eyes narrowed in slits, suspicion fanning within them, suspicion which when Jeremy beheld, he pointed to Sarah and her husband. "You can ask them. They are the ones that have been here, after all…" Jacob obeyed, without hesistation, not understanding how a bastard was on the throne, instead of the real heir. Jackson wasn't even an Alpha, wasn’t even from the family. How the hell did the stray take the place of the heir? Sarah exchanged glances with her husband. "Mallory, I think you sh
“Are you expecting any one?” Jeremy asked Mallory and Sarah, his eyes darting to the door which the butler stood by now. Sarah shook her head. “Not at all. You are the only visitor that we expected today. Kolen, who is that?” The butler turned around with a blank expression on his face. “The Alpha’s messenger.” Sarah withdrew into her seat, after a shared glance with her mate. The duo looked at the ancients next. “You can let him in.” Enoch said, and immediately the butler opened the door wider, and the Alpha’s messenger stepped into the room. From the badge placed at the heart region of the messenger, Jacob knew the messenger was a pack warrior. Why turn them into messengers? What was the use of the mind path then? Jacob shook his head. Using warriors as messengers. That was the height of it all. Maybe Mallory was right. Maybe, the Alpha needed to be killed. But first he needed to see Olivera. “What’s the message from the Alpha?” Mallory bit out, obviously hating to act as the
No one saw Jacob move. No one except the ancients that all had smirk on their faces when Jacob was suddenly in the face of Jackson, when Jacob was suddenly lifting the Alpha up from his seat whilst choking him with a death grip on the latter’s neck. Lisa had fallen to the ground out of fright and shock, an event which pleased Zande no great deal. For an added flourish, she swept Lisa’s hand which had been supporting the latter’s weight on the ground, off the ground, such that Lisa plummeted down the stairs, her head hitting hard on the polished floor. A scream echoed through the inner court.‘I wouldn’t peg you for a petty woman, Zande.’ Zande ignored Amia, refusing to let the latter’s taunt dampen her happiness at seeing the Luna squirm and cry for help. No one came to their rescue. It was then that Zande realized that the guards had left them to themselves. Weren’t the lot supposed to guard their leaders? ‘Unless they aren’t happy with their leaders.’ Zendedari said through the m