Two chapters tonight :) Apologies for messing up my own schedule but these chapters had to be posted together
Omerta's POV I was transported to an unknown location—a dark, windowless hall that could have been a basement for all I knew. The hall was divided into two parts. On one side there were a series of small cabins, and on the other, there was a circular training space. One with floors made of clay, providing a firm yet forgiving surface for physical combat. The training ring was surrounded by an unruly crowd of oversized and rowdy men, who could easily pass for wrestlers. Amidst the chaos, right at the center of the ring stood Lucifer, who looked just as young as he did during that tyre practice session, though his face had hardened from the last time around and his eyes seemed gloomier as if they had lost hope. My heart sank at the thought that Lucifer was going to fight these men. He was just a child; he did not even reach their waists, for God’s sake. How did they expect him to fight them? Soon, I discovered that I had never been more wrong about anything. My ability to guess th
Lucifer’s POV It was hard to believe that she had these visions, and they were so damn accurate. But the proof was sitting right in front of me; her visions had led us to this traitor. Rudo Luciano, the alpha and head of the New York family. The same fucker who had sent Stray as a tribute to us. "Why can’t I move?" Luciano screamed as he struggled against his limp body. "What have you done to me?" I rolled my eyes. This time it was not my doing. It was that witch boy who had rendered Luciano’s body immobile using his powers. "Got to say, you do come in handy, Aaron. Won’t you say, brother?" Set complimented Aaron. "Remind me to get you some brownie points with Giovanni; the Goddess knows you need them." "Not now, Set," I snarled at Set. "Why not, brother? I think this is the time for our dear Luciano to enjoy some hospitality from the witch here." Set taunted Luciano. "Witch, but he is a b.. boy" Luciano stuttered as he absorbed the witch part. "I know; this is new for us as
Lucifer’s POV "I know you have great senses," that witch boy said, "but maybe, just maybe, you should think about driving a little slower." He was referring to me zigzagging through this sea of vehicles, from left to right and right to left, without warning, not paying attention to all the honking and curses that followed. Like I gave a fuck! We had been in the middle of a very interesting session with Luciano when Avo called a couple of hours ago. All he said was one sentence. One sentence had me packing Luciano away in the trunk of the car and driving like a maniac to reach her. She was back to having another one of those episodes again; that was all that Avo had said. But the concern in his voice had me more worried than his words. Something was not right; I could feel it in my gut. And I needed to see her for myself sooner or later. Half an hour later, we were already at the hotel. Right before I entered her room, I was expecting the worst. However, never in my wildest dre
Lucifer’s POV"We had met more than two dozen times when he brought this up," Luciano explained."He knew the only way to earn my confidence was for him to show his trust and favor. So, he shared two pieces of information with me about that.""One, he told me what was inside the ice box, and second, he sent a business opportunity my way, the quick money type."Knowing how vile this fucker was, I could imagine what kind of business opportunity it would have been."What exactly did he say was inside the box?" Aaron asked."He told me that he and Alpha Agosti had a deal. And that he was sending blood to a particular prisoner, but, of course, I did not believe any of the prisoner bullshit." Lucifer confessed.Many times I had wondered how our father had gotten his hands on vampire blood; however, I had assumed that he took it from the ones he had captured.But that was the fucking question?Why didn’t he need vampire blood despite having more than a dozen vampires in his dungeons? Why not
Omerta’s POV "What is it that you want to know, little one?" Set’s question pulled me out of the past and into the present. The two of us were driving to Tirano. You got that right; it was just the two of us. I was a fool to think that Lucifer was going to ride with me to Tirano. After all that I had seen and all that was shown to me, I should have known better. The last time around, Avo forced him to ride with me. This time around, the second Avo’s car left, Lucifer shifted into his wolf and sprinted away right in the middle of the road. So much for keeping all this werewolf stuff a secret from the world. "You have still not answered me, Omerta," Set called out to me again. "From what you said earlier, it seems like you already know it all." "It’s not like that." I looked at Set as I spoke. "That’s not how it works. I know a bit, yes, but it’s just the scenes that I was shown. I am not even sure if I was given the full picture, or if I am interpreting those scenes correctly.
Omerta’s POV "I wish I had a concrete answer for you. The truth is that there is no clear explanation for the word lycan." Set told me. "At some places, it refers to a curse that Zeus placed on his enemy, while other texts refer to it as a disease or a plague that drove men crazy." He made no effort to hide the disgust in his voice, as he continued to explain about lycans. "Avo prefers the legends that refer to us as a part of the evolution, moving towards a stronger being, which is imperative for the evolution of the blessed ones. But the truth is, we are far from that. We are monsters." He raised his voice as he went about a self-deprecating monologue. "Do you know that we have poison running through our veins? Anyone who drinks our blood, werewolves and vampires alike, ends up dead. And that too is a painful one; their insides rot away slowly, decaying their organs. We are cursed in every sense." I was still not clear as to what he was talking about, but I knew he was venting
Lucifer's POV I knew it was fucking cowardly of me to run. But what other option did I have?There was no way in hell that I was going to sit there and discuss my fucked-up childhood, visiting all those painful memories.Moreover, I was not ready to let her in and bare my heart out to her. And not just because she was a witch, but because I knew that once I let her in, there would be no turning back after that.Keeping away from her was already fucking hard.So, I had no fucking option but to run to Tirano.Luckily, we were meeting at a guest house that belonged to one of the smaller northern packs, and was surrounded by the forest, so I knew there would be no run-ins with the humans.Lucifer," Avo called out to me as he saw me exiting the forest. "Where are Omerta and Set?""I wanted to go for a run," I answered back, avoiding mentioning Omerta and Set altogether. "So what is the plan? Do we know where that witch elder is located?" I continued to question him, trying to divert th
Omerta's POV "I thought you said there are over a hundred witches here," Set said, sounding irritated. "Guess, Aaron's mom forgot to mention that they were not real witches but rather wanna-be witches," I chuckled at Draco's jab as my eyes roamed the whimsical fair that was filled with vibrant colors, swirling mist, the aroma of incense, and a sea of girls dressed up as witches. "Make all the fun that you want to, but my mother's information is never wrong," Aaron replied to Set and Draco, referring to his mother's ability to speak to animals and birds. Like Aaron had explained to us, they were her little spies, her sources of information. "Yeah, but these girls don't smell like witches," Draco continued to tease Aaron. "I can feel one or two strong auras, but the rest are humans who are just here for a costume party. Your mom got duped, buddy." "Most of them do not have active powers, but they are witches...uhm I mean wise ones." Aaron tried to uphold his claim. "Because o