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EVANGELINE. He clenches his fist, squaring his shoulder as he looks around before he heads out towards the exit. Ignoring the crowds, I quickly climb down from the stands and hurry after him. “Zed!” I call as I run to keep up with him, trying my best not to bump into anyone. Is he alright? ‘You’re pathetic.’ Her voice comes in my head, but I refuse to listen to her. I catch up to him, but he’s walking away without even so much of a glance towards me. “Alpha Zedkiel, will you not stay for the next two rounds?” Someone asks, but he ignores them as well. “Zedkiel…” I whisper in concern when I finally catch up to him. He’s frowning as he stares ahead, but I can see the beads of sweat on his forehead. I’m uncertain if it’s from the match or from the pain that I’m certain he’s in. We reach the doors to the castle, and he strides inside and towards our temporary quarters. I don’t call him again, knowing that he isn’t going to reply, but I can smell the blood now. Once we’re inside
ZEDKIEL. I look at her sharply, glancing back at the door before I crouch before her on the ground. There is no way someone like Evangeline can kill anyone, let alone the Oracle. The woman was one of the most powerful beings. “Look, you didn’t kill her.” I say quietly, rubbing her arms comfortingly. I take a second to relish in those sparks as my hands rub her arms. I don’t know how they came back but I’m glad they did… She’s mine… “I did… I did it Zedkiel! I-I went to see her - to ask my question! Then- Then I killed her!” Her voice is panicky, and she’s beginning to tremble too. Her heart thundering like a galloping horse. I can see the fear and regret in her eyes. She didn’t kill her; I know that for certain, but she sure thought she did. I don’t know how to convince her otherwise, and so I simply pull her close and wrap my arms around her tightly. I press my lips to the top of her head. “Listen to me, you didn’t kill her. I know that and I don’t know why you think you did.
ZEDKIEL. “Did you find anything at all?” Chasyn asks me as I remove the nails and lift the Oracle’s body to the ground, looking around I yank the charred tablecloth off and cover her body. “Not yet.” I say, staring down at the Oracle’s body, I sniff the air, letting the smell of blood fill my nose. There are two different smells mixed in… I lean down, sniffing the blood. It’s not Evangeline’s blood. Relief floods me, and I stand up. I don’t know why she thinks she killed her, but I plan to find out who it really belongs to, but this blood is not Evangeline’s. I’ve tasted hers, smelt hers… this one is nowhere near hers. “Don’t touch anything in here.” I hear Chasyn command some of the men. I slowly walk through the room, trying to visualise what may have happened. The runes and the burns are the Oracle’s doing, her magic draws from herself and that around her. I know that much. I frown as I crouch down looking at the marks on the floor. There are no claw marks, no torn clothes… T
ZEDKIEL. “I want to know exactly what happened that night.” I say quietly. He takes a silent breath, obviously remembering that night and, by the looks of it, it wasn’t a pleasant experience. “It has been ten years since that night, but it’s still as fresh in my mind as if it had just happened yesterday. The town was roughly an hour's drive or run from Dark Falls. It was in an even more isolated place than Dark Falls. Hidden on the other side of the forest and these mountains. Sinclair and I were on a hunting trip, and we had found a target and given chase. It was snowing heavily, and this was something we did every winter. I made sure each year I made the hunt a little harder for him, and that year we were going to go through the rocky terrain and up through the mountains.” He begins. I can tell he doesn’t like speaking of it, but he still continues and begins pacing the room. I cross my arms and lean against the wall. “I smelt blood and something burning, yet there was no sign
EVANGELINE. I feel the heat of the morning sun warm my skin, and I open my eyes slowly. I’m enclosed in Zedkiel’s arms, and I feel so warm and protected. Despite everything that has happened, I know I’m safe here. Taking a moment to admire him as he sleeps, I observe him. His face is calm and stress-free. Well, almost, he still has that slight frown on his forehead. His plump lips are perfect, and I want to reach up and kiss them, but his grip on me is too tight for me to shuffle at all. So, I stay still, simply admiring him. We’re mates… I slowly place my hand on his bare waist, feeling him stir slightly, but I close my eyes, relishing in the sparks that ripple through me, spreading from my fingertips before washing through me. My breath hitches as I let those sparks consume me. It feels magical, it’s like a stream of gold liquid lighting up my dark insides. Warming every corner of my body from my fingertips right down to my toes. I can’t really explain it… but it’s beautiful. H
ZEDKIEL. I can’t stop watching her. She’s gorgeous, beautiful, and today was fucking perfect... She wanted me as much as I fucking wanted her, and she actually handled me pretty well. I like when she smells of me so strongly… I want the entire world to know that she belongs to me. She’s sitting there now, holding an air around her that no one can match. Her beauty makes everything else look washed out. She’s watching me as Kash questions her. “Why are you worried?” Her eyes are locked with mine, and as I hold her gaze, those tawny colours orbs of hers flicker, it’s so slight and something seems to shift in her but there’s something there. Is it the same as what I saw in the water? It’s too fast for me to compare, but I don’t think anyone else noticed. Kash definitely didn’t. “I’m worried for Sinclair, of course.” Her voice is as soft as always, but there’s a spark to it, one I recognise… Her eyes widen in horror, and she frowns. “With an opponent like Zedkiel, he stands no chanc
EVANGELINE. This is wrong. He shouldn’t have to have such a public trial when there is plenty of questionable behaviour from others. I mean, Sinclair, for example. However, I can’t say anything because Zedkiel asked for it to happen. She’s there clawing at the back of my mind, and I’m not going to let her get the better of me. It’s almost as if she takes advantage of me whenever I’m distracted… I sigh heavily, glancing over at Sinclair, who didn’t make it to the exit, being in far too much pain and was now being treated by the healer who he had pushed away. Zedkiel had done some serious damage, but he had refrained from showing his true power… I knew that. Zedkiel isn’t a people person, nor does he like to be around people… but his adamance with becoming king is clear and I know it isn’t for the pomp and glory. He is a man willing to put the work in to protect the kingdom. Alpha Ambrose is conversing via the mind link with the members of the high court but without Zedkiel having t
ZEDKIEL. I frown, watching Dad sharply. What scriptures? What the hell is this? The whispers that run through the crowd are growing. The confusion and unrest, irritating me. ‘Will you still not talk to me?’ I ask my Lycan. I don’t think I’ve tried as hard before, as I have for the last few days to talk to him, but he hasn’t spoken since agreeing for me to fuck Evangeline. I need him to realise that we are fucking one. I need him to back me up. Silence. ‘If this all points to me becoming king, then don’t you have any input? Should I aim for the throne? Since you don’t even have faith in me as it is? What do you want me to do?’ Nothing. ‘I need you, please… I have never begged anyone in my life, and I am now. I’m setting my pride aside and asking you for something. Give me anything.' I close my eyes, feeling defeated. ‘No. It’s your duty as king that will ruin us… What I care for is our mate. Only her, and if I have to, I will destroy you. I don’t care about anything else.' That