"How are you feeling?" I asked Axel as he gulped down a glass of water.
"Better." Axel's voice was shaky. I cocked my head down and noticed the wound still hadn't healed. Axel could have died if he had not reached out to me when he did. Just thinking about it made my blood boil. Sofiane was stepping out of line a little too much. I wasn't even sure I could continue to pardon his madness as an aftereffect of losing Candice. Axel had been his former beta and if Sofiane didn't even take that into consideration when he gutted him, there was no telling how far the Alpha of Hobbstone was willing to go.
I turned to Pearl. "Why isn't his wound healed yet?"
"Give it a day or two. The residue of the poison needs to leave his body first. " Pearl replied.
"Jason, Don't worry about it. I have been through worse. I'll survive."
I placed my hand on top of his. Axel wouldn't say it but I knew he was hurt. "Well, I hope this kills every hope you
JASON The church of Cassandra lay in the heart of Wentworth. It was a place where darkness overshadowed the light and where creatures that went bump in the night could be themselves. In simpler words, a place where the individuals the mundane had tagged as monsters would be on their best and worst behavior without fearing the consequences of their action. It reeked of alcohol and blood as I drove towards the only building in this part of town that didn't look like it was a cheap motel harboring blood lovers and the high fae of the lower court. As we passed through a set of blanketed trees, a towering building came into view. The stench of drugs, blood, and sinners also slowly went extinct. Until all that was left in sight was the serene church of Cassandra the all-seeing. I pulled over at the gate. An old woman was waiting at the other side. She was dressed in all black and she smiled the second our eyes met. "Good morning Alpha Jason. The eye of Cassa
OLAMIDE It all went to hell after the supposed seer's statement. As Jason took hold of my hand and walked me back to the car, I could not help but linger on the words of the blind woman. The conviction in her lips as she uttered those words. The accusing look in her bleeding eyes. It cemented the words that had echoed at the back of my head one too many times. I was cursed. "Coming here was a mistake," Jason said. He looked aghast. I wasn't even sure why. I was the one who had been tagged a walking breathing misfortune. The worst part was that I even agreed that the words of a total stranger had to be the truth. The signs were there after all. The second my parents got my brother and me abroad. We seemingly lost contact with one another. Not to mention that the night Deji was murdered, I intended to follow him but I was too lazy to make good on that. All of that could not just be a coincidence. Jason escorted me to a passenger seat and slammed it shut.
The dark curtains shielding Valentine from the intense rays of the sun were pushed aside. As the rays of hot light washed over Valentine, she made an effort to roll away from its direction. Her body was supposed to ache but as Valentine stretched her body out, she discovered something quite odd. She felt good. An entirely different story considering she had spent the night on the living room couch in hopes of avoiding Devin. Her tired hands felt the surface she was on. It was soft and spacey. That made her jerk. Her eyes shot open and daylight immediately stabbed it making her blink repeatedly. She took a look around and her suspicions were confirmed. She was in the bedroom. Her clothes were off with the exception of the peachy matching underwear she had on. That bastard, She swore under her breath. Panic surged from the deep as Valentine examined herself. A part of her knew that despite everything she thought about Devin, there were some lines the man wouldn't cross
SATAKE The world outside became loud and I was tempted to open my eyes. The scenery that graced my eyes looked very different from what I had become accustomed to waking up to all my life. I tried to get on my feet when I noticed David cocooned up next to me. His hands were clutched to the book he had read me all night and his face was the depiction of a true angel. I brushed away a lock of dirty blonde that hindered me from gawking at his pretty face. I found myself strangely admitting that I found this warlock attractive in every sense and David couldn’t just be a piece of eye candy. Oh, no. He was smart, witty, inventive, and forgiving too. The more time I spent looking at him, the harder it was not to fall under his spell but I had somewhere to be. I stepped out of the bed and tiptoed towards the door, stopping for a minute when the door creaked open. That book was on my mind. I groaned in frustration then tiptoed back to David's side. He was holding on to
OLAMIDE The soft rays of moonlight played on my skin as I stood in front of an audience that Jason termed my people. These people were just like him. Werewolves who looked rather human until something or someone ticked them off. Next to me was Jason's brother, Devin, and a beautiful woman with skin like olives. I immediately assumed that was his mate. My heart thudded as Jason walked onto a platform to give his speech and goosebumps erupted from my skin. It was not the chilly wind that blew up the robe I was wearing. It was not the fact that everyone surrounding us wore similar robes and it definitely wasn't because I had nothing but skin under the robes. It was strange to admit but I did not feel self-conscious about it in any way. A large part of me wanted this and I couldn't for the life of me wrap my head why it did. A sigh escaped my pursed lips as I recollected the past few days. I had tried my best to find this David Flament but every turn of the way le
TWO DAYS PRIORAs Ginger bent the laws of nature to return home, a prick of regret burned her skin as she realized her perfect spell had given a not-so palatable result. She had willed herself to reappear in her bedroom but instead, she was outside her apartment, and no matter how hard she tried to repeat the spell to give a perfect result. It kept on failing and that told Ginger all she needed to know. As always, her mother had figured she was not at home. Ginger walked reluctantly to the front door. She could almost feel her mother's worry cloud the house. Usually, Ginger's reappearance would lead to a scalding reprimanding but Ginger had an ace up her sleeve this time. She peered into her phone screen. Half-caked blood coated most of it. Blood that had poured directly from the veins of Olamide, the suspected attribute. With good faith, I knocked. The lock snapped in seconds and a gust of wind opened the door. Yasmin was walking leisurely across the room with a glass of win
VALENTINE I sucked in my breath watching the crowd cheer. Some of the Monarch members, predominantly the werewolves who had found their mate were present. I could see Abigail smiling ear to ear as she held the hands of her mate. You could tell she was anticipating for the ritual to begin so badly. I wished I could say the same. In my case, I felt nothing but repulse for the man. I wanted to hate him. The goddess knew I did but he was the solar opposite of what I wanted him to be. Perhaps it was the mate bond. I hoped it was the mate bond because, after this night, I could go back to hating him. I stole a look in his direction. He looked...happy and strange enough, I did not hate that his happiness made me smirk. There was a tinge of regret after but that was it. My train of thoughts got scrambled as soon as Jason stepped onto the platform in front of us. "Mother who lights the new night. Bringer of sleep and Harbinger of love," He said. " I call on you
Ginger stood in the doorway of her mother's room while at the same time scowling at her mother's rash nature. A few minutes ago, an undead had blatantly walked up to their door and demanded that Yasmin follow him. Ginger didn't need a spell to understand what was going on. Yasmin had gone against the safe blueprint they had made. Instead of waiting for the yearly (day of the dead) which was, by the way, the safest map out they could follow, her mother had probably spilled about Olamide being the attribute causing Lilith to shift all their plans. The vampire was simply obsessed with making her plans come to actuality. "You cannot be seriously considering doing the spell tonight." "Why not?" Yasmin demanded. "Both the attribute and the relic are at the same location. A powerful sleep spell should be able to disarm the werewolves while we retrieve them." "Mother, make protection spells for the Crow. It won't work." "It will," Yasmin assure