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Davina’s POV

“Rise and shine, my little violet eyed werewolf”

A soft voice whispers in my ear.

I open my eyes slowly, my head was ringing loudly, and my mouth was dry.

I was lying on a very hard rough surface.

I slowly push myself up into a sitting position. A jiggling sound draws my attention, and I notice that my hands and feet were bound with silver shackles. The middle of my long hand shackles was secured through a hook pinned on the wall behind me.

I hissed as the sudden surge of pain started to register within me.

The silver was burning my wrists. As my ankles were covered with my long tights, they weren’t able to burn me there.

I looked up and studied my surroundings.

I was in a large dim cell.

The same man I saw before I passed out was standing in front of me. Gazing down at me with amusement.

Next to him, stood a short young woman with black braided hair. She was also giving me the same look as her alpha.

Kneeling in front of them, facing me with tears in her eyes, was my mother.

Shackled and bloody.

“Mom!” I turned my head right towards the sound of my sister, and saw her in the same position I was in, a few feet away from me.

“Are we all awake and alert yet?” the alpha asked in amusement.

Dread was coursing through my body.

It was a strange, powerful, and painful feeling that I have never experienced before.

I never had a reason to experience it before.

I try to get some of Rowena’s strength to feel some safety in my wolf’s support, but I couldn’t reach her. It was like she was out of service or something. That never happened before, even when we weren’t on speaking terms with each other I could still feel her inside me, unlike now.

My dread only increased.

I gulp and open my mouth for the first time.

“What do you want from us?” I ask hoarsely.

He smiles a little and says coldly “I want you to keep your eyes open and witness this”

He bends down while still maintaining eye contact with me, crouches next to my mother’s side, and does something that makes my heart lurch in its place and a horrible excruciating scream to erupt from my sister and me at the same time.

“NOOOOOO!“ we scream together.

He ripped my mom’s heart out of her chest, and held it in his hand.

And just like that, my mom’s body dropped dead to the ground.

I felt like my own heart got ripped out. My own body dropped dead. My own soul died at that moment.

I stared wide eyed at the monster who killed my mother.

He was staring straight at me, eyes shining with excitement.

No

No

It’s a nightmare.

It can’t be real.

It doesn’t make any sense even.

Wake up Davina.

Wake the fuck up!!!

I’m shaking all over, staring at my mom’s lifeless body, my eyes filling with tears.

Why am I not waking up?

My sister was wailing next to me.

While I…. I keep hoping to wake up.

Because none of this can be real. I can’t just lose my mother like this, without even a blink of an eye, without a hint of what was about to happen, without moving one muscle to stop it from happening, without a god damn fucking reason.

He drops her heart next to her body, stands up, takes a napkin from the pocket of his black jeans, and starts wiping his bloody hand.

I was still trembling with shock, still looking at my mom.

He comes closer to me, then drops down, sits in front of me, and crosses his legs.

My eyes are glued on my mom’s body.

“Davina? Can you hear me?” he tries to wave his hand in front of me, but I ignore him.

How the hell does he know my name?

“I need you to pull yourself together, so we can discuss business right away” he says almost excitedly.

I don’t spare him the slightest glance.

“Ok then, it’s your twin sister’s turn to lose her heart, I believe” he says as he begins to get up onto his feet.

This snaps me out of my trance as I beg shakily “No, no please don’t hurt Irena. I’ll tell you whatever you want, I’ll do whatever you want. Just don’t touch her”

He sits back again in front of me as he smiles devilishly.

“Now we’re talking” he says delightedly as he carries on.

“Your mother didn’t have a lot of useful information to give us, but she served her purpose well by dying. That way, you know exactly what you’re up against. You know that I don’t fool around or give second chances. You know what will await your sister here if you fail in doing whatever I ask of you”

“Why are you doing this to me?” I ask desperately.

“Because you’re the violet eyed werewolf”

I stare at him in bewilderment “What does that mean exactly?”

He huffs and begins talking excitedly “That terrible mother of yours did a horrible job of raising you. You’re a legend dear Davina. Once upon a time, a very long time ago, a certain prophecy was told by every warlock on the planet it said ‘The violet eyed werewolf is the ultimate weapon’ that’s you love”

Warlock? Prophecy?

I thought warlocks were just a myth. Fictional characters in my favorite books and tv shows or movies.

The ultimate weapon? What the hell does that mean?

He carries on, oblivious to my stunned expression.

“So ever since then, everyone started looking for the violet eyed werewolf to try and get him or her on their side, to make them unbeatable and wield power over all other packs. It’s been decades but no one was able to find said werewolf. That is… until last night. My dear warlock Arya had a new Prophecy about you that I was absolutely sure was told by all warlocks across the world. Lucky for me, my pack was the closest one to your hideout place, so I got to you on time and had Arya here cast a cloaking spill on you again to make you invisible to all other warlocks”

“Again?” I asked in confusion.

“Arya, tell my sweet Davina the prophecy you had last night”

I look up at Arya as she nods her head in obedience and speaks at once “The violet eyed werewolf is no longer hidden under the spell. the alpha of the Golden Valley pack is her mate. If they were to successfully seal their mate bond and mark each other , they..”

He cuts her off before she finishes the whole prophecy.

“That’s why no one was able to find you all these years. Your mother had a warlock place a cloaking spell on you. That’s why you were living in that poor excuse of a house all those years, she was trying to hide you, keep all that ultimate power to herself”

She was in touch with a warlock? Why didn’t she ever tell me any of this? Why did she hide it from me?

That’s why she freaked out when she saw my eyes, she knew I was no longer protected by the spell, but…

“How did the spell break?” I found myself asking.

He tsked at me sadly as he said “You really are clueless to this whole thing, aren’t you? The spell can break in two ways. Either the warlock who cast it died, or uncast the spell. I’m guessing the death option seems more convincing. Anyway, bottom line is I was the one to find you and claim you, you are mine now, you will be my own personal ultimate weapon and help me dominate over the whole werewolf kingdom, making me the first alpha king”

If I wasn’t raging mad, filled with anger, loath, disgust, and hate towards this monster, I’d actually burst out laughing at him right now.

He was living in la la land here. I’m no ultimate weapon, I can’t be. Something is obviously wrong.

“Look, I’m not an ultimate weapon or whatever you think I am. I’m just a normal person, I think I would have noticed an ultimate weapon within me all those years, don’t you think?”

He seemed to consider it a little then said calculatively “What if your powers were cloaked too, by another spell? That would mean that when the warlock died, your powers were no longer dormant, is this possible Arya?” he asks his warlock without turning his head towards her.

“Yes master”

Master?

Well, if what she said was true, It would explain the sudden change in my eyes.

If the cloaking spell only hid me from locator spells, it shouldn’t do anything to my eyes. But if the power was identified by the color, and that power was suppressed with a spell… I’m so fucking screwed.

You know what? Fuck that ultimate weapon shit that didn’t even help me save my mom from getting her heart ripped out of her chest while I just helplessly watched.

Fuck you ultimate weapon! You’re fucking useless!

What the hell am I supposed to do now? Let this monster become my ‘master’ too? Let him use me for his evil plans to take over the world or whatever?

My sister was held as a bargaining chip, if I refused, or screwed up in any way, he was going to kill her too. I had no fucking choice.

I blinked the tears away and jumped into the important part. There is no room for sulking, no time for a meltdown “What do you want from me exactly?” I asked soberly.

He claps his hands in excitement and giggles, I resist the urge to spit at him disgustingly.

“I’m glad you got on board so fast. Here’s the thing, we are going to kill all the alphas one by one, make their packs submit to me, appoint new alphas that are only loyal to me, and become the king. It’s as simple as that. One battle at a time. First target on your hit list dear Davina, you will kill Jude Campbell, who is your mate and the alpha of the Golden Valley pack at the same time. It is one of the strongest packs in North Dakota, having that pack under my wing will add so much power to us”

My mate? Right, Arya did mention that part, what did she say again?

‘…the alpha of the Golden Valley pack is her mate. If they were to successfully seal their mate bond and mark each other , they..’

They what? What happens if we mate?

“So? What do you say? Will you be able to kill your mate? On one hand it’s your sister’s heart, on the other one your own, which one do you value the most?” he asks mockingly.

I grit my teeth at him and speak “I will kill him”

“I’ll believe it when I see it”

“I don’t suppose you have a suggestion or a weapon to help me kill him?” I ask desperately.

I’ve never killed anyone or anything in my whole life, and now he expects me to turn into his own personal assassin in one night.

Like I thought, I’m so fucking screwed.