Chapter 3

          BEAVERTON, OREGON

            Cirilla's point of view

   I hum to the rhythm of the music playing loudly in my ears, trying to get distracted by the music and my drawing. Even though my efforts have been futile. The recent days have been unpleasant for me, coupling with the weird and bothersome dreams, more like nightmares I've been having. Flashes of nonhuman creatures hounding me. At first I thought it was just a dream, but now I'm not certain of that anymore. I'm starting to rethink that theory, I feel like it's more than a mere dream, like they are missing pieces from my memory. But that's impossible, maybe I'm just being paranoid with the fact that I still can't remember what happened the other night. 

    I placed the black colored pencil on the bed, gripping the yellow colored pencil, bringing it to the sketchbook. I skillfully mixed it with a shade of orange, after a while I was done. Pulling it up, I stare intently at the image I had drawn. It was a picture of a figure. A man. He was unique, and somewhat familiar. But I have never seen him. What intrigues me most about him was the fury flames that danced on his skin, and it appears like nothing to him. I couldn't make out limpid features of his face. The flames made his face hazy and unclear. His gaze were a bright shade of piercing yellow, or was it golden? It was difficultly hard to tell. I've never met him, but yet that imaged had managed to stalk my dreams these past days. There was a certain familiarity that I couldn't begin to fathom.

     I broke my gaze from the image. Staring at my phone. I gaped at the time in horror, I was fucking behind the clock and running late on my first day in school.

     I clutched my bag. Diving my books, sketchbook, purse and phone into it. I buzzed to the kitchen and grabbed a muesli bar and a banana. Hastily exiting the house. It was a blessing mum wasn't home. I didn't even know when she left this morning. It's been a week now since we moved to Beaverton town. So far, it's just there. I haven't really had the time to explore the town. I had more important things on my mind, like admitting myself into the town's high school, finding a job to support myself as usual.

     I munch down the last bite of my breakfast, then my phone vibrated. Message notification. I scrolled through my messages, going through my unread messages. An interview schedule pop up on my screen. It was at a bar I had stopped by two days ago, and I'm scheduled for an interview with the manager right after school. 

      As soon as I reached school, I went through the hallways. I find the admin office and walk in.

    The lady on the desk, tilted her head and eyed me up from beneath her long lashes. 

     "Yes?" 

    Well, that was polite. 

     "I'm Cirilla Bane, it's my first day" I told her. 

     Lazily, she shuffled through her occupied desk and pulled out a map and class schedule. She hands it to me and without saying anything, she goes back to her more important job of filing her nails.

     Thanks for the damn hospitality!

    I can't believe they actually pay her! 

I navigated my way through the enormously large school. I got lost on my way to class. I found my first class, being twelve minutes late. I rushed in, apologizing and introducing myself to the teacher. He points at an empty seat at the back for me. I settled into my seat while dumping my bag on the ground. 

    The lesson begun, I barely paid attention to the teacher. Going through my class schedules. I study the map trying to get a head over it, to avoid the embarrassment of walking into class late.

    I began scribbling meanings of some words taught by the teacher. I was engrossed in my action, but I felt it. It was hard not to. Growing up I tend to be sensitive and alarmed of my surroundings, and right now I felt heated gaze boring holes at the back of my head. I found that impolite and utterly annoying.

    Slightly, I turned around, my eyes locking instantly with a pair of chartreuse eyes. They were deep and sharp. He had a well-defined jawline, and a brilliant yellowish hair that stood out. Falling messily in a perfect symmetry slightly above his shoulders. It gave him a manly, yet beautiful look. For a split untainted second, we bored at each other, never faltering our gaze.

      His eyes twinkled. He pressed his lips together gently, the muscles around his cheekbones and jaw visibly relaxed and a small liptight smile cut through his lips. 

    I offer a smile of my own just to be polite. I pulled my gaze away, back to the scribbling on my book. But I could still feel his bothersome gaze on me. 

     I make it through few classes and was glad as hell it was lunch time. I had no appetite for that, lately everything that gets into my mouth tasted bland and ugly. Instead, I decided to explore the school so I won't embarass myself as I did earlier today. I found the venue for some of my classes, and even toured around the library, and the school gym. I still had some minutes before lunch finishes, not feeling like doing anything. I took out my sketchbook and sit out in the school lawn, getting soaked by the sun. I take the the chance to look around, I do notice an extremely large proportions of cute looking guys with perfect masculinity and the whole package. The girls were also a beauty.

    Lunch time over. I get up and make my way to my next class. A hand suddenly grabs my arm. Instinctively, I spin around fastly, loosing myself from his hold. It was the weird guy from my class.

     "Hi!" He stares at me pulling out a grin. A deep wide grin. His deep chartreuse eyes scanning me diligently. Before I could respond, he pulled my sketchbook out. "You dropped this" He had a rich, deep smile, and those eyes held mine cautiously as if intrigued and at the same time studying me.

     "Thanks!" I collected my sketchbook, plastering a fake small smile.

    "We take chemistry together" 

     "Yeah! I noticed you" It really hard not to. He gave me the weird vibes.

      "I'm sorry for creeping you out in class. It's just that you're very pretty" He complimented with a bright brilliant smile.

      Well that was bold. "Thanks"

    "I'm Niko."

     I nod, and he stares at me, expecting me to say something.

    I mentally rolled my eyes. "I'm Ciri...Cirilla actually, but most people call me Ciri" 

    He smiles. "It a pleasure to finally meet you…" He paused, "...Ciri"

     "Yeah. Thanks again" I make my way to my next class. Thankfully, I strut in before the teacher. I slumped into one of the seats beside the window. 

       I get a tap on my shoulder, tilting my head sideways I'm faced with the most beautiful girl I've met. Her lucent honey-iced, brown eyes complimenting her white, flawless skin and her long brown hair. If beauty had a face, then I swear it'll be her.

      "Hi there! I'm Lyra" She chirps. Even her voice was sweet and melodious. She stuck out her hand.

      "Cirilla" I grabbed her hand in a handshake.

      "I've never seen you around here. Believe me I never forget a face" 

     "I'm new here. My first day actually" I told her, leaning lightly on the table to get a better view of her.

      "Well then, welcome to Beaverton high" She flung her hands in the air, dramatically. I couldn't help but break a smile. She's cute.

      "I know every damn thing around here, so if you want to know anything I'm the right girl to ask" Her smile was genuine. 

    I nod at her, smiling. The teacher roved in and began the class.

     After class was over, I reached for the door and head to my locker. I stashed some books in it, locking it.

     "Hi Cirilla!" I was stoned to see her again. Lyra.

     "Lyra. Did you need something?" I ask unsure.

     "No. Yes actually. I wanted to invite you out since you are new in town. I'm heading to the mall and it'll be nice if you come along" Her eyes fell expectantly on mine.

     I didn't know how to say this without sounding like my usual blunt and bitchy self. "I'm sorry, but I have plans already" I say flatly. 

      "Oh" Her eyes drops, and then it beamed again. "I guess another time. See you later Ci" She kisses my cheeks and literally hops away. 

     I glanced at the time. Oh shoot! The interview. I scamper away.

      NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA

            Crescent Moon's Pack

               Asher's point of view

    Hmmm. I moaned. Gently moving my head buried in the pillow. I moaned deeper, loving the sensual sensation that paced up and down the skin on my back. I turned around. My eyes roaming down the naked body of the she-wolf next to me. She moved her dainty body to mine. Her bare skin rubbed against mine. She pinned her hips to my waist, slowly moving against me. I moaned at the intense sensual building down there. Her lips pressing on mine. I enjoy the sultry kisses for a while before retreating away. I didn't have the strength to take on more than I could handle. We had a couple drinks last night. One thing led to another and here she was completely naked in my bed. It was bright outside and apparently, I had over slept.

     I stretched from the bed. My eyes fell on the she-wolf on the bed. "Thanks for last night Zoey" 

    Before she could reply, I pulled away from the sheets. My naked ass head into the bathroom for a shower. I slid under the running shower. It races from my hair and soaks my body in one refreshing rush. I rub on my arms, chiseled bare chest and my torso attempting to rid myself of last night sweat. By the time I was out, Zoey was gone. I was glad she didn't need me to spell it out for her. Whatever happened between us was just plain sex and nothing more. No strings attached. I plucked out black jeans and ice blue v-neck shirt to begin the day. I had a heap of things to tend to today.

     I strode out of the room, located at the top floor in the mansion. I ambled down to the kitchen, totally famished and in need of anything that could quell the insane hunger in my stomach.

     "Good morning aunt Lizzy" I kissed her cheeks as she bustled past me heading to the Alpha's office in a haste. 

     "Morning sweetie!" She replies absentmindedly. So unlike her. Something was definitely up.

     I tail behind her in a chase. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" 

    She grips my muscular arm, tugging me into the Alpha's office with her. Everyone was gathered for a meeting. I made a quick greeting to everyone. I roved with her to where Uncle Xavier was seating. Aunt Lizzy, the Pack's delta-female took a seat and I stand behind her. Uncle Mitch, the Pack's beta was seated on the Alpha's table. Opposite him was the Pack's head Coven witch, Aunt Rhona. Next to her, leaning against the royal blue wall was the French quarter head witch, Uncle Benjamin. Aunt Gabi, the Pack's beta female, and Uncle Mitch's mate was seated on the long couch along with aunt Neela, a witch. And her chosen mate, uncle Declan, the head Vampire of the Eastern Vampire Coven. Aunt Allegra was leaning on the arm chair closest to the door. She was Uncle Benjamin chosen mate, and a vampire warrior. She's actually bad ass. Theo was pinned on the arm chair next to aunt Rhona's. As the day passes, he looks more like the future Alpha of the Crescent Moon's Pack.

    Theo was the Alpha Hybrid's second child. Half vampire and half wolf. He also inherited some of the Luna queen witch's blood. But he is more inclined to his wolf and vampire part. Though, I am two years older than him, he had broad shoulders, and masculinity of a strong warrior. But still, he's like a baby brother to me. And I see why the Alpha Hybrid, and Luna queen always held him in high regard. I ponder involuntary, my thoughts dwelling on my father. Before I let sadness and resentment swim through, I was quick and smart to abscond it and the melancholy vibe it always brought.

     "There's been another death" Uncle Mitch hoarse voice broke through. He wasn't one to beat around the bush. 

      There was a sharp intake of air, and quiet gasps. 

      "Who was it this time?" There was an uncomfortable, and eerie emotion that dangled on Uncle Xavier words. 

     "An Elder witch. Elder Elona" Aunt Rhona spoke up, quietly. 

    They all had frightful gazes, but not shocked. For some years now, there's been mysterious deaths occuring in the magical world. Whatever or whoever was behind this, unfortunately has been taking down powerful high ranking officials from different magical kind. A month ago, it struck the Faes kingdom. Two weeks ago it claimed the life of the black panther queen. And now an Elder witch. 

     I shook my head listening more. 

     "Her body had the same mark as the others." Uncle Mitch informed us. 

     "No one is safe any longer" Aunt Lizzy mumbled, but we all could hear her. 

     "The Luna is still at Wiscon. It seems like she found something from Cyrene. And a meeting have been called by the Circle" Uncle Mitch added again. 

     "Is the Alpha Hybrid aware of the meeting?" Uncle Benjamin's cool voice sounded. There was a short mute silence. 

     "I sent word to Carter and Blake to inform him. He has his hands full at the moment" Uncle Mitch rasped.

     Everyone nodded, as if thinking of his last words. Uncle Cameron was the Alpha Lord of our kind. Also known as the Alpha Hybrid. Half Alpha, and half Vampire. He's respected as the Alpha of all Alphas. He was turned magically to a vampire by the French quarter witches at the age of six when the Pack was in some serious danger. But it's all behind us now.

      I sighed, just thinking of it brought back feelings I didn't want to feel. It reminded me of my own unruly fate. The meeting was concluded. Aunt Rhona and uncle Benjamin would be attending the Circle's meeting in Nevada.

     I strode out with Theo. My hands shoved into my jeans pocket. He seemed deep in his thoughts. His rich, and silky jet black hair hovering slightly above his thick black brows. His golden eyes staring blankly into space. He was a sculpted image of Uncle Cameron, and was growing more into him. He had aunt Davina's perfect and immaculate face. Upon the thought of the Luna Queen, her beautiful face conjured in my head. I smiled. The first few years I moved to the Crescent Moon's Pack, she made it bearable for me. She made the sadness of being tossed aside by my own father, and Alpha to the Black Blood Pack bearable. She was a pure blooded witch, who had experienced lots of pain and sadness. I was told she died many years ago during a war. But her mate, uncle Cameron turned her into a vampire and now she's part vampire but still has her witch's powers

     "Things are getting more fucked up bro" Theo's voice pulled me out from my thoughts. 

     His worrisome gaze met mine. Theo had never been one to talk so much. I literally watched him grow since he was three. It was sad to see the familiar sadness that had tormented me for years in his gaze. He usually masks it underneath his expressionless demeanor. Theo had recently turned sixteen. But he was matured in every aspect. I could see the heavy burdens he carried, and there was nothing I could do to help alleviate it. 

    Growing up I watched this same sadness in his eyes envelope uncle Cameron and aunt Davina. They had lost their eldest child many years ago. Or rather, she was stolen from them before she was born. It was some serious dark witchcraft. That sadness had dwelt with the entire Pack for seventeen years now. Frankly, no one knows if the lost princess was still alive or not. But they never stopped searching for her. Uncle Cameron spends every second of his existence scattering the earth in search for the people who took her and Theo had to step up at a young age as the next in line Alpha.

     "Asher----" I turned to Theo. 

     "It'll be alright Theo." I try sounding optimistic. Finding it hard to believe my own words. I doubt things will ever be alright. How can we fight something that we don't know. What's worse is it's attacking high ranking officials. No one is safe. And I could understand Theo's worry. It's certainly called for. Aunt Davina often visits, but has been away in Wiscon with the witch Cyrene, a witch, blessed with the gift of foresight. Theo was just still a child who's worried about his parents while pretending he's strong.

     Uncle Mitch and Aunt Gabi's son, Daryl and Carl joined us as we crossed the meadow and moved to the large training ground. Carl had a twin, Louis they were uncle Carter and aunt Lizzy's precious sons. We reached the training ground. The smell of sweat lingered around. Warriors from different supernatural kind sparring with each other. The Crescent Pack had an Elite team comprised of several warriors from different kind and races. That's the best part about the Crescent Moon Pack, it welcomes all supernatural beings irrespective of their kind or race. We had werefoxes, black panthers, were tigers, vampires, wolves, witches and many more. 

     I sighted Jesse and Malia training. They were only training, but Malia as usual fought with strong zeal and vigour. No wonder why she was the best female warrior, second best to Theo and I. And the adopted daughter of Uncle Benjamin and Aunt Allegra. She was a were-coyote and a member of the Elite team. In a second, she had Jesse, one of the finest warriors pinned to the ground. 

     I smirked at her. 

     "Geez. Someone please tell them this is a training ground and not a fucking motel!" I spun my attention to Shirley. Daryl younger sister. "Get a room you two!" She yelled over her shoulders to Louis who was literally sucking the face of a random she-wolf. 

     She joined us with Amy and Kayla. She was a replica of aunt Gabi. 

     "I can't believe he's your brother. How can you both look exactly the same but with two opposite personalities" Kayla plopped on Carl's laps. They weren't mate or even a couple, but they liked to flirt a little. Maybe alot. Kayla was Uncle Declan and aunt Neela's daughter. She was taken in by them after she lost her parents in the war.

     Malia and uncle Xavier's son, Eric approached us. 

     "So do you have any plans for tomorrow birthday girl? Amy, the chirpy and quirky one asked in glee. Her eyes taking in Malia's every movements. She was Uncle Cole and aunt Rosalie's daughter.

      All eyes fell on Malia. Though everyone knew exactly how the savage queen planned to spend her day, just like every other birthdays.

     She was turning eighteen tomorrow. She was feminine in every way. She had the perfect curves, wide ass and full chest. But she hated things like parties, and every other girlie things the girls liked to engage in. She rather preferred to be locked up in the field training and getting butts kicked.

      "Nothing special. Just the normal routine" She dropped, stealing a bottle of water from Eric's brother, Enzo. He was a vampire, adopted by uncle Xavier and his mate, aunt Sloane.

      "Hey Mal. I was drinking that!" Enzo rasped, attempting to grab the bottle back. 

     "You can have it" She tossed the bottle back at him, after drinking from it.

     Enzo scoffed. "That was mine to begin with….."

      "You're welcome" 

      "Enough with the bickerings you two!" Amy shrieked. Those two were like cat and dog. Tom and jerry. Always at war with each other. 

     "Hmm. Hmm…."Kayla shook her head sideways in a disapproving manner. She was up from Carl's laps. "My dear savage queen. We will get you all dolled up and will be taking you out for a change."

     Malia groaned. Standing to her feet. But Louis was quick to block her path, sending her back to her seat. 

     "A new club is opening tomorrow night in town." Louis smirked with a sheen.

     "For a change, you are useful" Shirley chimed. Louis rolled his eyes at her remark. "Then it's settled. Party tomorrow night!" 

     Everyone giggled. But Malia groaned. I sent her an encouraging smile, my smile fading away as quickly as it came. I felt a churn deep within me, like a beast awaking from a deep slumber. Azalea. My demon counterpart. My fist clenched into a ball at his sudden words. 'Blood!!'

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