There were times that I cursed myself for being half-Fae. Of being at the edge of something great but not really quite there. Being a half-Fae granted me a lot of skills and abilities. Primarily focused on my energy and channeling it to cater to my demands.
I strapped Lincoln’s dead weight in the passenger seat and broke the driver’s side window. I placed a palm on the dashboard, and the engine roared to life. Hoping that the werewolves were still too busy recovering from following us, I drove faster than the suggested speed limit. It was easier as it was the dead of the night, and everything was quiet.
I looked at the unconscious body on my side and wondered how long it would take before he bled to death. And a werewolf scratch… that had never been good. I slammed my hands against the steering wheel. What the hell was I doing with my life? Why did I have to save him? Was I a hero now? Was I happy?!
The drive to the address given by Maximillian only took twenty minutes. Surprisingly, it was a building. Sure it was rundown, but it looked sturdy. The lights in the halls threatened to never blink on again, and grime covered the walls and floors. Finally, we reached the door, and I knocked pretty hard.
Maximillian opened with a grin on his face. I quickly threw him Lincoln’s form and strode in without his invitation. There were papers everywhere, and the place was dimly lit. It also smelled like a mixture of a hundred chemicals. “My payment?” I demanded. “And I’m charging extra.”
“Extra?” Maximillian asked, straining as he placed Lincoln on a hospital bed. I would not even ask where the hell he got that from.
“I had to fend off two werewolves who were also out to get him,” I said, my voice hardening with every word. “Why didn’t you tell me there’s a price on his head? I could have died there.”
“Oh, please,” said Maximillian. “I wouldn’t have come to you if I knew you wouldn’t survive it.” He took great care of putting a strap on Lincoln’s wrists and ankles. “Aren’t you a Fae princess? I heard that the royals are far stronger than the regular ones.”
I did not answer his question and posed one of mine instead. “Why do you have to restrain him?”
Maximillian pointed to Lincoln’s bleeding chest. “Guess I better be quick before he turns.” Maximillian stood, feeling for his pockets. “How much do I owe you?”
I kicked him hard in the stomach, making him double over and drop on the nearby seat. I placed a silver knife against his chest. “Tell me why they are after him.”
Maximillian looked like he wanted to laugh but coughed up from the pain. “It’s none of your business.”
“I might be hunted down by a pack of werewolves. The least that you can give me is some information.”
Maximillian’s lips pressed into a thin line. It looked like he needed more motivation to speak, so I pressed the knife harder against his skin until I smelled burning and blood. He winced as his skin sizzled.
I burrowed it deeper, making him cry out and growl. When he bared his teeth, his canines were lengthening, drawing blood on his own lips.
“Why do you have to know?!” he asked. “He’s human.”
“He’s not human,” I dared. “Why do you werewolves want him?”
“It’s not like you’re a savior of mortals. They’re your money-making machines. You do not care about him.”
“Yeah, I don’t,” I said, stopping myself from showing emotion. “But why do you want him? What is it with this man that you need?”
He glared at me. By this time, I did not hesitate to plunge half of the knife’s length, close to nicking his fragile heart.
“One more, and you’re going to die.”
“Okay, okay!” Maxmillian said, turning his eyes away. “I need Lincoln’s DNA. He… I believe that I could use it to make more werewolves.”
I kept quiet, urging him to continue.
“Do you know Ravenhead?”
I felt my entire being froze. What did a female legendary Fae warrior have to do with this story? Ravenhead was the first female to have ever joined the ranks of Crimson Cloaks—Fae’s group of elite warriors.
“She had a son.”
“The son was killed.”
Maximillian grinned. “Said who?”
“No, he wasn’t FOUND.” Maximillian gestured to the walls filled with papers and strings to connect them all. “I’ve done years and years of research trying to find the descendants of that son. And there I have him.” He nodded towards Lincoln.
My hand on his collar tightened. “He’s Fae?”
Maximillian shook his head. “There’s a lot of things that you Faes don’t talk about. I guess it’s true that you are not the friendliest of races.”
I could tell that I was being led astray. I moved the knife an inch, and he groaned. “You still haven’t told me why you werewolves want him. Now that I know he’s somehow Fae for some kind of miracle, I feel more obliged to help him.”
“He’s not Fae,” Maximillian barked a short laugh. “I can’t believe that Faes keep secrets from one another when none of you can’t lie. I wonder how that was possible.”
I shook him. “Answer my damn questions.”
Maximillian sighed. “I thought it would be familiar to you. After all, hadn’t your kind hunted down every single werewolf until you obliterated their whole pack? Well, at least they think they did.”
“The Grave Walkers?” I asked, naming the pack from our old history. “That was centuries ago!”
“Well, living forever has its perks and drawbacks.”
“Tell me more!” I said, slamming his back against the seat.
“Ravenhead and Hargreaves had a child. It’s quite the love story, to be honest. The hunter, an elite Fae warrior, falls in love with her prey, the Alpha of werewolves. Enemies to lovers. All that forbidden romance…”
I gritted my teeth. “You mean to tell me I saved a descendant of my enemy?!”
“For a price,” he smiled.
I could no longer contain my anger. I pulled the knife out from his chest and threw the most brutal punch I ever landed against Maximillian’s face.
“Be thankful I didn’t use my Light. It would have decapitated you.”
Maximillian spat a tooth out, blood dripping from the corner of his lips. When he grinned, it was like he feasted on flesh and had a great time doing so. “I have him now—Lincoln. The only remaining descendant of The Grave Walkers, the only werewolf who can save our entire race.”
Ruby's POVIt was like all the words entering my head were turning into mush. None of it was making sense. “You said you need him to make more werewolves. What do you mean by that?”“There’s something in his genes,” Maximillian’s voice grew with excitement. “Something in his blood. One of the numbered weaknesses of werewolves is mercury—which Fae’s blood is rich with. There had been a change in the DNA with the son of Ravenhead and Hargreaves. I know it was something worth looking at. After decades, I found that I was right.”“Stop answering me with nonsense questions. I don’t care about the science of it all. I want to know why you want more werewolves.”“Our race is backed to a corner. With purebloods
Lincoln's POVThe pain stinging on my chest woke me up. I blinked at the dim fluorescent light on the ceiling and jolted when I felt hands on me—only to find that my wrists and ankles were strapped on the metal frame of the bed.“Who are you?” I rasped, my throat dry. “What do you think you’re doing?”“I’m trying to help you,” answered the man who had a bunch of bloodied gauze on his hands. He lifted his head and offered me a slight smile. His skin was smooth, and his face structure strong. He looked like a middle-aged man, but there was something in his eyes that made me think that he was older than he looked. “I’m Maximillian Marth. We’re going to make great things together.”My forehead creased. “Should I know you? And can
Ruby’s POV I didn’t even know why I was packing. If there was one thing that I was sure of, I needed to get Lincoln out of this situation. I tried to block out all of the other thoughts in my head as I threw a few changes of clothes, a dozen of weapons, and the three money bags that I received in a duffel bag. As soon as I zipped the bag close, I realized I did not know what to do with Lincoln. All I knew was that I needed to keep him safe. I locked my room and headed straight for the secondhand car that I barely use. On my way back to Maximillian’s place, I tried to convince myself that I was only pitying Lincoln. The poor guy did not even know he was supernatural, and he was being thr
Ruby’s POV It was mesmerizing to see how werewolves transformed and how they turned from one creature to another. It would be something that I would keep replaying on my mind if it did not produce something with bloodlust. Lincoln, in his new form, did not hesitate to attack. Knowing that he could fend for himself, I focused on how I could stay alive. I concentrated on what remaining Light I had on my fingers. I was almost relieved when I felt them shooting out from my fingertips. Electrokinesis, the ability to conjure lightning and electrical currents. The next moment, the werewolf was convulsing on top of me as I felt the energy leave me and transfer to him. It was taking a lot more and longer than I thought. I was near fainting when suddenly, the weight on top of me was lifte
Ruby’s POVEveryone was right. I was this thing called Halfling. I’m a mixture of a human and a Fae. My father, The High King of The Carnelian Court, got bored one day and decided to venture into the human world. He did not come back for a whole year, and when he returned, he was cradling me in his arms. My human mother never recovered from giving birth to me and died before I was two months old. Leaving my father with no choice, he took me here—to Faerie, the land of the Fae with its giant trees and never-ending grass and flower fields—and made me a princess.Having a royal title did not save me from all the scrutiny. Nobody wanted to be my friend when I was younger, and I was constantly bullied by my pureblood siblings. Everyone saw me for what I was: a mistake. It should never have happened. The Supernatural should never mix with humans. Many o
Lincoln’s POVThere was the sound of water dripping loud enough that it woke me up. I could hear bristles scratching the surface of the floor. And there was a small tiny voice muttering incomprehensible words in rapid succession.I opened my eyes and found that it was dark and my cheek was pressed against a cold stone. A few more blinks and what I saw caused me to push myself by hands and my soles until I had my back against the wall.The creature turned its head and snorted. “What? You’ve never seen a goblin before?”Its ears and nose were long. It looked grotesque with its skin looking withered and wrinkled. It was small and the broom at its hands was even smaller.
Lincoln’s POVWhat the hell did she mean that I was a rogue? That question lingered in my mind until someone came to get me. He stood tall, and the red of his hair was like the dying embers of a fire. “You,” I began.“I’m Ruby’s brother, Garnett,” he answered like he was bored as the bars slid open. “Move along. We have no time to waste.”The chains on my wrists were opened, and I was tempted to launch myself against this person, to fight him—to get out of here. But something in his stature and the vast sword strapped on his waist made me stop.He snapped new chains on my ankles and wrists, and I wondered, would this break if I turned into a werewolf?“Don’t even think about it.”My head rose. “What?”
Ruby’s POVI was expecting the decision. There was no way that my father would be fazed—not when his entire court was present to ostracize every decision he would make. I grabbed Lincoln by the arm and hauled him to his feet as Queen Onyxia’s shouts were swallowed by the loud cheers of my father’s men.“I’ll take care of him,” I told the queen as her eyes blazed, looking at my father.Lincoln kept muttering my name, but I ignored him until we were a safe distance away from the throne room.“What the hell is going on?” he asked.“Don’t you have better questions?” I asked back. “Is that all you can ask after everything?” I pushed open the door to the weapons room and pulled him inside.I breathed out and pressed a lever until a giant cage was dropped in