Two days now, and he sure was much stronger. Not totally healed, but strong enough. The leader had told him a couple of things he felt someone like him would want to know, which certainly involved the reason for his niece's behavior. The man had been listening to their conversation and apologized on her behalf for the tone and manner she had spoken to him. She was only protecting her family's legacy and that was something no one would want to toy with. They had their traditions, after all; indeed, he should understand how important that usually is to families. Caelum did understand now, but he had to say within him that he had more questions. The older man he had come to know as Kelvin Helsinger told him that, for his sake, he was more prepared to give answers to every question he might have in his heart of hearts. He did not know where to begin from and what parts might sound offending to the man or his family. The very first question on his mind was one he felt would be likely o
"Prove it." Helsinger had said, looking down at him and then away again like he had not just spoken.Caelum did not know how he would prove to the man that he meant what he was saying. He thought about it for a while and then a crazy idea crossed his mind. He still could not believe that he had thought about it and then done it. He removed his upper garment and then started losing his bandages before wrenching them away from him causing the healing part to start bleeding steadily. He did not touch it nor did he care about it as he knelt there in so much pain. Helsinger turned to stare at him approvingly and then told him that he had shown himself worthy of being given a chance at being a little part of them. The man had not asked him to rise, so Caelum remained where he was, and neither was he asking him up as he began speaking to him about what true strength was all about. The ability to feel pain and grow to it without bringing oneself down. It was until one could understand that
The beast was roaring, and then it stopped suddenly while Caelum stared at the sword in his hand. He had never killed a man before, but even though they called this one a beast, he certainly still saw him as a man. Helsinger had said he was a werewolf, but it still felt unreal. He heard stories about werewolves from his mother and could remember growing up and beginning to taunt her about her beliefs and odd stories. They were all myths that never existed to him, but now he stood before a werewolf welding the sword he had been asked to kill him with. His conscience came to play instantly. In her stories, his mother told him that not all werewolves were evil and corrupt. Some of them never wished to be born into the curse but seeing it was their lineage; they had to learn to accept whatever comes with it. The hate and isolation alike. Certainly he could not get through with this as there was no way to tell if this was actually one of the good ones and if indirectly he was getting him
Caelum was still surprised at what happened, but there were no whispers. He felt the strong admiration with which the others looked at him. He had proven himself and then turned to look in Helsinger's way. His gaze first fell on the lady. She still was not smiling at him but was not frowning this time or looking at him like he was a lost sheep in their midst. It gave him the satisfaction that she did not see him as a failure or unworthy person. Perhaps she might accept him yet in their ranks. Suddenly, there was clapping, and Helsinger called him to stand in front of him. Caelum went over to him and then presented his sword back, but the man smiled."No. She's yours now. She made your first kill." he said to Caelum."Oh, thank you so much, sir." the latter greeted, and as he bowed, he saw where the claws had hurt him from. He was not worried about it, nor did he feel any pain. Instead, he let it sink into him that it was something he had to get through if he was going to become a bra
Mara still had not the words to answer him.Her thoughts had been accurate; Sebastian was never going to trust her. All this between them was merely a charade to him, as until he had confirmed it, she would always be another Esmeralda to him.However, she did not blame him for his reaction, as she too was beginning to doubt herself based on the things happening to her, something she had read about in his study while he was away, and the stories her mother told her.Perhaps, she might even be dangerous to him without actually knowing it, which meant his fears were also justified. She realized now that she had grown to love him and wished to believe that all his reactions towards are were signs that he also felt the very same way she did about her and that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.It was too late already, too late for her to turn back on what she now shared with him.It was not just about the intimacy but that he had successfully clouded her thoughts and vision. She worr
She knew well enough how she had made him that promise to be calm, but his following words caused her to sit up, instantly breaking the promise as soon as it had been made.It was not her intention to do so, but Tristan left her no choice with what he said next.Any woman in their right frame would have done just the same; it was way worse than what she thought she might have done that would cause such quietness.She had no idea that whatever it was about her had escalated to that point."I went to see a witch," he said"A what?" Mara had asked, sitting up"You promised," he said"Didn't promise to act human." she chipped in"Still the same," he said, reaching for her hand, which she moved away from his reach.If she found something about him disturbing, she could have just told him about her, but he did not trust her.How on earth would he take her to a witch to discuss whatever was about her?No, he had gone too far, which was unacceptable to her.Mara's thoughts flew to a default d
Perhaps you would not understand her worries, but that was precisely what she needed to feel. To be told she would die all of a sudden was scary, and that explains a lot to her about why Grimshaw wanted her so badly.She had limited time to live, and he would need her to sort out whatever he had cooked up for the real werewolves that did not follow his way. She felt distraught and brooded all day as she needed to think.Sebastian had been right after all, and he had been after her welfare. He had done her excellent service, and they owed him and the witch a lot. She felt agitated that she had been angry at him when all he was doing was for her safety. She was not herself and needed her space when she went to the developing garden.It was beginning to take shape now, and its beauty was becoming more mesmerizing, but to explain the extents to which she was upset, Mara did not notice its lavishing beauty, nor did she pay attention to its splendor.She simply kept at the single task she w
He smiled now at her, saying she sent for him, and she nodded. Indeed she did send for him but had notexpected he would be there too soon, which works for her. He agreed, and then she sat down and patted beside her for him to sit. Sebastian could feel the rising tempo of her heartbeat.She was worried about something, and he knew it was all about what he had said. It was to be expected. The reaction from her as no one would get their day and time of death predicted in such a sudden manner that they would be smiling about it, except such a person was not average. It was, therefore, absolutely normal for her to behave as she was at the moment.However, Sebastian gave all he could to make sure she was okay. He asked her to proceed as he was all eyes, ears, and real senses together. She smiled at his words and then cleared her throat carefully as she watched him for a brief moment."When is the next full moon?" she had asked him all of the sudden"Not certain I have paid attention to th