Cordelia BlackwellWhat's wrong with me? I wondered as I wore that stupid Henley shirt of his that I found in the bathroom. I gave in to him so easily, but I just couldn't help it. It made me wonder if perhaps he's been right all along about us being mates. Perhaps that's why I'm not acting like myself. Looking at my reflection made me scowl, the bite on my neck was red, and looked sore. It wasn't bleeding, and it didn't hurt the way an animal bite should. It just burned. What if he's using me? What if that was his plan all along? A witch bound to him to do his biddings, and he can fuck her on the side; an added benefit. My chin quivered; I really wanted to break down into sobs. But I couldn't, not here. I swallowed the lump in my throat, and exited the bathroom with my head held high. I hoped I wouldn't see him, I prayed to every God out there that I wouldn't. "Don't go, Cordelia." His voice made my steps come to a halt, and I froze there with my back to him while facing the
Cordelia BlackwellThe first thing I became aware of is the banging pain in my head. I slowly opened my eyes to a hazy vision of a wooden door. I tried to move but I realized that both my hands and legs were bound to the chair I sat in.I struggled with the rough ropes, but they broke through my skin, and I felt the slight trickle of blood.The creaking of the door opening brought my attention from my attempt to break free. The blurry silhouette of a man sashayed towards me. As he got closer, I realized he was the same man from the woods.“You’re finally awake.” He said with a Cheshire like grin. “You know I expected that my task to capture you would be harder… I think you’re not as powerful as they say you are.”“What do you want?” I gritted out.“You’re my way to get Cain Cadell on his knees.” He kneeled before me, “You know that he stole something that didn’t belong to him. He’s a bastard thief who only knows how to kill.”“What’s that got to do with me?” I asked despite already kn
Why do I keep passing out and waking up in strange places?" That was the first thing I said as I came back to reality. My eyes opened to a strange room, the ceiling didn't look all that familiar to me. "Tough couple of days, aren't they?" Cain's voice sounded exhausted. I sat up on the bed, assuming it was his, and found him sitting on a chair next to me. He looked dead, his eyes were surrounded by dark circles and his hair was a beautiful mess. It all came back to me, the attack, the shed in the woods, the werewolf, and the talisman. "Where's it?" I asked rather frantically. He knitted his eyebrows together and I clarified, "I had a talisman with me. Rectangular with a star drawn inside." He let out a tired sigh, "And this is the first thing you can think about? Do you even understand what the past two days were like for me?" "What two days?" He moved to sit next to me on the bed, "You've been unconscious for two days. The pack doctor didn't know what to do. If it wasn't for
Cordelia BlackwellWhen we went downstairs, Cain didn't leave my hand. He had our fingers intertwined. And when we arrived at the parlor, he sat close to me, making sure that we were touching. For some reason, he felt like I was going to vanish into thin air or something. "I'm glad you're feeling better." Sheila said from next to Morgana. "Yes, Delia, we were very worried." James, Sheila's son, said from next to her. I smiled at both of them, "Thank you."My eyes drifted to Morgana, who looked at me with sad eyes, "You should have known better than to exhaust yourself like that. You stretched yourself thin." "Believe me when I say that I didn't have much of a choice." I retorted, "But there's a more pressing matter right now." "Cain told me about the Talisman." Morgana nodded, and I wondered when they became on a first name basis. "I want to find the magical signature on it." I told her, and she knitted her eyebrows together. "This won't be helpful unless we have something to c
Cordelia Blackwell"That doesn't explain the spell that was casted on John Burke. I thought it was something your sister, Fiona Blackwell, created and didn't give to the public?" Daniel Braxton asked. Morgana nodded, her lips were in a thin line. "This is true, which puts the possibility that they're working together. I contacted an old friend." When she turned to look at me I formed a decent guess, which she confirmed when she said, "Thomas Dorian agreed to help us find Fiona. Hopefully he'll contact us with the good news soon." "Daniel, check with our men in the area and the nearby towns. They should look in every corner for Debra Gray and Fiona Blackwell." Cain ordered sharply, his jaw set tight. I opted for silence. I didn't pitch in an opinion or give a suggestion. They'd do fine on their own. Needless to say the entire evening was ruined for all of us. We didn't discuss the reasons behind Debra's attempts to hurt Cain; they were obvious as the daylight. I headed back to th
Cordelia Blackwell We arrived at the restaurant, his hand was on the small of my back as we were led to our table. A red candle was lit in the middle of the table, the soft piano playing in the background, and the almost inaudible chatter of the other guests created a perfectly romantic environment. "There must be a pack out there that absolutely hates your guts, you know?" I whispered as I got to our table. It was a perfectly romantic environment, but we were talking about werewolves and witches and mayhem. What a waste! "There have been some rumors." He said, then turned to the waiter, "We'll have a bottle of your best champagne." He ordered then turned back to me. I smiled slightly, "Champagne? I see we're off on a good start." "I noticed you have a certain preference for it." You seem to be noticing a lot of things today. I really wanted to say that, but I held back. The waiter came with the bottle and poured some in each glass. "You said something about rumors?" I inquir
Cordelia Blackwell "Does that mean I'm dying?" I asked, sounding nonchalant, but deep down I was absolutely and completely freaking out. "Not necessarily." Maria answered, then shared a look with Morgana. "Simply, we don't know the effect of a werewolf bite on a witch, now we're more concerned because your magic isn't…""Nature's Magic." I finished for her. Morgana nodded, "Perhaps it's better if you stay here for a couple of days. We'll ask around." "The Dorian's again? I'm sure Thomas is pretty fed up with us by now." I gave a small humorless chuckle. "He doesn't know anything about werewolves mating with witches." Morgana stated, "I asked him." She shook her head, "Just let me handle it." "You don't mind her staying here, right Alpha Cadell?" Maria inquired in her polite tone. When I turned to Cain he looked ashen pale. I was taken aback by how horrified he looked. "I'm going to Jamestown for a couple of days; it's safe for her to stay here. I'll let some of the guards from
Cain Cadell The metallic stench of blood overwhelmed my wolf senses and excited both of us into fighting more vigorously and strongly. The desire to hunt, chase, and kill rose within myself and increased my hunger for blood. I was clutching one of the wolves, from the rogue pack targeting my pack in Jamestown, between my teeth. The taste of his blood and the pounding of his fearful heart echoed through me and urged me to kill him. The more human side of myself told me that we needed him alive, that I needed to question him and know more about this small pack that seemed solely after me. But the thrill of the kill was hard to resist. I heard Daniel through the mind link, "Alpha, I think this one is willing to talk." No sooner had I heard the words than I tore into the neck of the wolf. My wolf ran to my beta, my paws padding on the dirt of the forest and when I got to him, I saw a naked woman who seemed about to take her last breath. Daniel's brown wolf stood over her body. Sh