Nesta’s POV:It was morning and I was dressed in a simple white shirt and a pair of dark leather pants which hugged my legs snuggly. It was time to go down and meet everyone. We were going to the Ulfric's house since he didn't actually live in the castle. Weird, I know.The Ulfric was so much like Devon sometimes.Devon.Last night. Faerie drinks, drunk me, puking in his car and flirting with Ivan, I screwed up last night. I growled at myself and stuffed my legs in my black running shoes, trying to keep my mind off last night. I trotted down the marble stairs a while later and stepped into the hall. It was empty.Where was everyone? I wondered as I roamed the corridors silently, walking past large wooden doors and finally stopping in front of Devon's study. I placed my hand, palm down on the door and pushed slowly, entering the dark room. I walked inside, and over to the windows, reaching out to pull open the dark velvet curtains when a sudden chill coursed down my spine. "Who'
He drove us over to the Ulfric's place. We didn't talk for the whole time and I was feeling miserable, the lump in my throat grew as he continued to ignore me. He had said that we would be meeting everyone at the Ulfric's place because they had left ahead of us. I watched the tree lined road as we sped towards north and after what seemed like a hundred years with the hybrid who was currently ignoring me, he finally turned down a curve and onto a stone paved driveway which led to a very charming and cozy looking house modeled in redbricks, white rose trellises trailing down its walls and a homey feel to its surface. The house was big and even huge if one was to compare it to my own cottage. Devon got out of the car and I did the same, I walked ahead of him, not even bothering to acknowledge that he was with me. If he was going to ignore me then the least I could do was return the favour. "Nesta." He called out my name and my heart skipped a beat. Here we go again. I just couldn't
Nesta’s POV: I stared dumbfounded at the Ulfric. The Freki was dead? Gone? It was enough to set the whole of Aetheria into chaos! What was the Ulfric doing, sitting there idly? He should be doing something to set things right. He- he should be going about appointing a new one! "Dead?" I whispered. "Murdered." Liberty said grimly. "He died saving me from a bloody dart." Raphael said as he raised his feral eyes to me. He looked like he was going to change forms but had himself in utter control. "It shouldn't have happened, the attack. Clearly, someone failed to do their job." He growled low. Every eye in the room turned to Liberty who looked like she was going to be sick. Her skin was ghastly pale and sweat beaded on her forehead. "That's horseshit." A smooth voice muttered into the silence of the room. I gaped at the indolent vampire as he clashed eyes with the Ulfric. "She's the best royal guard I have ever seen, she couldn't have stopped the attack even if she tried to.
Devon straightened beside me. Silver is extremely harmful for werewolves, especially if injected into their bloodstream, it burns the blood vessels and causes a meltdown of internal organs. The brain stops functioning and renders the wolf incapable to breathe, arteries collapse and the heart shrinks if it survives the burns. Silver is a well known weakness of the wolves and is often used against them. It is banned in all the realms except the human realm."And you're telling me now?" I asked, scowling at the Ulfric. "I wanted to tell you but I got waylaid. I am telling you now. Find out who is responsible for these attacks. I am giving you one of my trusted warriors." He said. My eyes flared in anger and I took a few steps towards him before I felt Devon's hand on my wrist and stopped. "I don't need protection!" I hissed. "Of course you do, love." The Ulfric said and motioned for Liberty to go and stand beside me. "Since my nephew is also an agent and a very good one, I think he
I looked at the small dart and winced, it was a bit unnerving to know that a thing as small as the dart could kill one of the strongest wolves in the realm. "This hollow space inside.. it's where the silver was filled." Ivan said as he held it up in his gloved hand. "Hold on." Xavier breathed out as Ivan started putting the dart back inside the glass box. "What?" Ivan frowned and we all watched as Xavier carelessly snatched the dart from Ivan's hand. "What the hell are you doing?" Ivan hissed at him which only made Xavier grin. "I am a vampire, Van. No amount of silver can burn my skin." He drawled and turned to examine the dart in his hand. "What do you see?" Liberty asked as she came over to stand behind him. "There's something inscribed on it." He whispered and his eyes sharpened into a bright blue as he squinted at it. "G.. N.. no.. it's an M. Yes. It's G.M." He frowned and I sighed in frustration. "Let me see." I said as I reached out to pull it out of his hand. "Nesta.
Xavier’s POV:We all watched Nesta and Devon walk out of the room. Liberty sighed behind me and the sound made me straighten as I turned to face her. "I should get back to the castle." She murmured wearily. "How about you go home and take some rest?" I asked her, noticing the dark smudges under her eyes. She looked tired. I could tell she hadn't slept a wink since the Freki's death after the ball. "No, I can't. I have to get back to Raphael with what Nesta found out about the dart and-" "Shh, darling. You are going home and you are going to have a good rest, Raphael can wait till morning." I said to her, trying not to sound too pressing. She blinked at my face for a few seconds and then her shoulders loosened, a small tiny smile creeping up her lips transforming her whole face, my heart slammed into my chest at how lovely she looked just now, her moss green eyes flashed a little and then she straightened. "But I don't have a ride home." she mused as she turned away from me. "You
Nesta’s POV:I traced a small spiral in the dust sitting on the car's half open window, my thoughts scattered everywhere. Devon was buying food at the store but I doubted he would get anything worth eating or not expired at that dingy place. The town was a ghost town, only a few bikes were around, covered in dust and a few battered cottages along with a small Inn named ‘shadow peak’ and of course the 'dingy' old store. I sighed and got out of the car, banging the door shut behind me. It was midafternoon and the sun was being its typical blazing self.Dusty roads, dingy shops, battered cottages, creepy guys and blazing heat. Nesta Rivera, welcome to the Midlands. I laughed at my thoughts and winced as I felt the trickle of sweat down my back. "Get into the car." Devon said as he walked towards me, his leather jacket draped over his arm and a small smear of blood marking his cheekbone. I frowned and looked into his eyes. Damn. "What happened?!" I exclaimed, looking at his face, tryin
"We need a room." I said to the receptionist- a teenager as soon as I entered the motel. It was a shabby place with a dimly lit reception area, walls covered in torn brown wallpaper and shredded patches on the green carpet which also was marked by numerous black footprints leading in and out of the main door. "Look, we're all booked tonight and-”I snarled, making him sputter and stop altogether as I pointed my 9mm at his head. "Get me a room." I said more softly this time and watched as he stumbled out of his rickety old chair, throwing a key at my feet as he ran out of the front door. I sighed and picked up the keys, holding my gun in my hand as I exited the glass doors to bring Devon inside. I dragged him somehow up the stairs and into a dimly lit corridor which reeked of goblins, vampires and what not. I wrinkled my nose and tightened my arm around Devon's waist. "Let's just find our room." I murmured to the barely awake and standing Devon. He grunted and I quickly moved us