5: A little Tweak

Emmett’s POV

The shadow wolf had been reborn in my lifetime.

If that wasn’t the universe giving me a sign, then I don’t know what else.

Now came the hard part, finding it before anyone else. It could be hidden in any of the twelve clans. And since each clan possessed a flame sapphire, they already knew what I knew. They would be hunting too.

I sighed and leaned back against the leather seat of the SUV. In the rearview mirror, Ike’s eyes lingered on me.

“If you have something to say, say it. Quit staring,” I muttered.

“Did you mean what you told Lilith?” He asked, his knuckles whitened on the steering wheel.

“When have I ever said something I did not mean?”

He pursed his lips into a thin line and focused on the road.

We were almost home now. Behind those gates waited my nemesis’s most precious treasure—Kora. The thought curved my mouth into a small smile. At last, the pieces were falling into place.

“You have everything now, why destroy the world?” his gruff voice lulled me back to reality.

I leaned into my seat, watching the trees blur past. “The prophecy is clear. The shadow wolf will rise again and destroy the world, just like it did five centuries ago. I just tweaked it a little. We will get the shadow on our side and help it destroy the other clans.”

I caught his reflection through the rear mirror. “Or would you rather they live?”

I saw his jaw clench and unclench and that was all the answer I needed. He remembered all too well. Hell, the scar on his face would be a constant reminder for the rest of his life.

“That’s what I thought,” I returned my gaze out the tinted window of the SUV.

“Gather the best men you can. Send them to the eleven clans. They will be my eyes and ears. If there’s word of the shadow wolf, or the silver, I want it in my hands first.”

“Understood,” Ike nodded, shaking his locks.

The SUV slowed to a stop before my mansion. I stared at the front door, as though expecting it to swing open at any second.

Exhaling, I stepped out as Ike opened the door.

As I stepped inside, Edna was at my side instantly. “Alpha, your bride is waiting,” she said with a wide smile, causing the corner of her lips to crease.

“Good,” I replied, making my way past her and up the winding stairs.

When I got to her bedroom door, I paused. I could hear her bare feet, padding on the tile floor, I could hear her heart hammering inside her chest.

She was terrified.

As she should be.

I shoved the door open and almost immediately, my eyes found hers. Her green orbs stared back at me with as much indifference as she could muster.

She looked perfect in the red lacy dress she had on, which framed the curve of her slender body perfectly. Her hair were covered completely with a black scarf.

That was too bad. I liked the hair.

And even worse for her, I loathed the smell of her blood.

I slammed the door shut behind me and took slow deliberate steps towards her.

She backed away slowly, her heart racing even faster now. I could see delicious fear flash across her face.

I have waited for so long for this moment. And finally…

“You don’t have to do this, please,” her voice trembled.

I paused.

“What ever Ma… my father had done to you, I had no part of it. And I am so so….”

“Strip.”

A mixture of shock and disbelief flashed across her face. “What?”

“Strip!” I growled, folding my arms over my chest.

Her lips trembled and I waited for her to fight me. The harder she fights the more pleasurable this would be.

I haven’t been with a woman in years and this wasn’t how I imagined it would be. This was better.

So much better.

To my dismay, her trembling fingers peeled down the sleeves of her dress slowly. For a brief moment, she hesitated before pulling the dress all the way down.

My eyes fell on her firm breasts, my mouth watered.

Then the world shifted.

A sudden ringing exploded in my ears, followed by a scream. A distant scream in my head.

No, not a scream. A pleading. A masculine voice, frayed with terror.

The ringing increased. I groaned, slapping my hands against my ears as though to block out the awful sound.

A bright image flashed in my head, it was too blurry, too quick, for me to pin it down.

What the fuck was happening?

Another scream followed.

The shrill sound echoed above the ringing in my ears.

My hands rubbed over my face. The voice sounded so familiar.

It took a moment, before it hit me.

The screaming wasn’t echoing in my head like the first time, it was echoing in the room.

My eyes snapped open and they fell on Kora.

She was hunched over on the ground, her pale fingers clutching at her sides.

Slowly, the ringing in my head died down and was replaced by a growl, growing deep inside my chest.

My wolf.

He fought to break free, barring my fangs and claws.

I fell on my knees, fighting to force the beast back. But he wanted Kora. For whatever reason, he wanted Kora desperately.

But I couldn’t let him out. Not after what happened the last time he was set free outside of my chambers.

I slammed my balled fist into the ground, snarling as I shoved him right back. By the time I regained control, my skin was slick with sweat and breath ragged.

Then I glanced up at her and my blood ran cold.

Kora was standing now, a confused— mostly terrified —look etched on her face, as her chest rose and fell rapidly

Her hands had dropped from her sides, revealing a mark.

My mark.

How the fuc…?