Azrik’s POVMy heart felt heavy. During breakfast, a part of me questioned whether I’d made a mistake letting her go alone.‘One day you’ll wake up and declare me your enemy,’ Dowen said through the mindlink.I sighed. He might be right. I needed to stop overthinking.“Daddy, are you okay?” Seraphira asked gently.“Yes, baby,” I said with a smile.“If you don’t eat, I’ll tell Mummy when she returns,” Shaelith threatened.I chuckled, shaking my head, and picked up my fork. Their teacher arrived shortly after, and the girls dashed off to the room we’d set up as their classroom.I retreated to our chambers, trying to clear my mind, when Lunessa arrived. She walked in calmly and shared everything they had talked about.“I guess that means we’re cool now,” I said, relieved.“No,” she replied firmly. “You’re going to him to apologize.”“Do I have to do that?” I asked, groaning slightly.“Yes,” she said, tone serious. “Now.”I grabbed my keys and drove to his house. He’d just gotten ready, w
Lunessa’s POVA staff member opened the front door for me. I hadn't been here in a while, yet everything was exactly as I remembered, pristine white floors, black-veined marble countertops, not a speck of dust in sight. The entire house glowed with elegance. Immaculate, almost sterile. It always made me wonder if Draven had OCD or if perfection was simply his nature.I walked into the dining area and saw him at the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled up, focused on slicing fruit with military precision. A soft instrumental played in the background. He was calm, too calm.“Good morning,” I greeted cheerfully, testing the temperature of the room.“You’re earlier than I expected,” he said, casting me a quick glance and a small smile.“I didn’t want the girls to wake up and insist on following me here. You know how they get when it comes to you.”That earned a real smile. “You can’t blame them. I’m cool.”“Indeed,” I chuckled, letting the warmth in my tone soften the edge of my visit. “Need
Lunessa’s POVI couldn’t believe what I had just heard.I’d been standing by the door the entire time, eavesdropping, not out of mistrust, but instinct. Something in Azrik’s voice had told me not to leave completely. So I stayed, quietly listening.When Draven finally stormed out, he didn’t even notice me at first.“Draven,” I called softly, reaching out to grab his hand.He stopped, eyes clouded, pain swimming beneath the surface. Not the kind of pain from wounds, but the kind that comes from being misunderstood.“I need to go,” he muttered, voice tight. And just like that, he walked away, not sparing another glance.I stood frozen for a moment, unsure whether to chase after him or return to Azrik. My heart ached for both of them.When I stepped back inside the ward, Azrik was sitting at the edge of the bed, but visibly torn. His eyes were distant. I didn’t ask. Instead, I took a deep breath and kept my voice steady. “Are you strong enough to go home?”“Yes,” he said, grabbing the s
Azrik’s POVI forced myself up, every nerve in my body screaming.Blood poured from the gash at my side, but I didn’t care. I sensed one of them fleeing, fast, but I was faster. Pain blurred my vision, yet instinct guided me. I launched myself forward into the woods and tackled him to the ground, my body crashing atop his with a bone-jarring thud.“Who sent you?” I growled, voice gravelly, blood dripping from my mouth. My fingers dug into his collar as I pinned him.He stared at me with hollow, sunken eyes. No fear, no answer.“I’ll let you go if you talk,” I said, my vision tunneling, my head spinning dangerously.Still nothing. I slammed my fist into his face, once, twice, until blood splattered, and his mouth fell open in a silent scream. That’s when I saw it.I froze.There was no tongue, just a butchered stub. A chill slid down my spine. Was he born like that? But no it doesn't seem natural. Someone carved it out, a cruel silence forced upon him? A method to ensure loyalty or el
Azrik's POVI’d doubled the patrols. Tripled the clearance checks. No one entered or exited the territory without an identity scan, a scent match, and a guard’s eyes boring into their soul. No room for error.Ever since we caught that soldier and he slit his throat with a smirk, I hadn’t rested. Not really. I’d been working like the enemy was already inside the house, because something told me, maybe they were.Draven came by my office that afternoon. We shared lunch in the dining afterwards, talked strategy, even managed a few sarcastic jabs like the old days. He left for his home, and I returned to the office, but the moment I stepped into my office, a paper sat neatly folded on my table.My eyes narrowed. No scent, no marking and nothing to trace. I unfolded it with deliberate fingers. The message was short.> Give your children willingly, or there will be more bloodshed than the Blood Moon five years ago. I’m sure you remember.I froze. My heart didn’t just skip, it went cold.M
Lunessa’s POVSince it was only a sketch, I tried not to dwell on it. I let the unease slip into the background, convincing myself it was just my paranoia acting up again.But a few days later, someone matching the description was captured, caught trying to slip past the border and held in the city dungeon, just near the edge of the woods.Azrik was visibly relieved, even excited. Still, I insisted on going with him. And when I saw the man my heart dropped.He was beaten and bruised, barely able to lift his head, but still smiling, a haunting smirk plastered on his face. From where I stood, I raised my hand to cover half his face, mimicking the sketch. The resemblance was undeniable.“Are you sure it’s him?” I asked quietly.Draven nodded. “Yes. He confessed. We found a black magic orb on him. Luckily, we caught him just in time, at the border. If we had been a moment late, he would’ve vanished again.”“Vanish?” I echoed.Draven nodded grimly. “The orb channels dark magic. It makes t