Chapter 4

Kai PoV

“Are you sure she would be there?” I asked my brother, anxiety thrummed through me making my nerves feel like live wires. I had never felt like this, ever….not even on the day I killed my father.

“Have my visions ever led us wrong?” Kian, my twin brother said, his milky colored unfeeling eyes turning to look at mine with an accuracy that never got less startling…..or frightening.

My twin brother was one of those people called, ‘touched by the moon goddess’. He came out of the womb five minutes behind me, eyes milky with no hint of pupils. A sure sign of the moon goddess's seers, her prophets.

It was weird because her prophets are usually females but no one could argue the fact that the moon goddess had called my brother.

It had painted him as a target, people saw him as weak especially when my father died. They tried to use him against me to take over the biggest pack in America, and just maybe the world, but he came back with the heads of his enemies every time.

An alpha in his own right.

And now the two of us led the pack side by side, he was the only person who didn't pose a dominance issue to my wolf as others had thought would happen when it came to the time to pick the next alpha.

We destroyed the other contenders and refused to fight with each other. Like a two-headed hydra, we were better and stronger by each other's sides. We shared everything, and as the goddess would have it, including our mate.

“I can think of one particular time your vision had led me wrong,” I grumbled good-naturedly.

He rolled his unfeeling eyes, “That one was on purpose, you were annoying me with your constant henning. I had to teach you a lesson.” And it was a lesson well learnt, I tended to worry over my brother. Not too much that I saw him as a liability but just enough to get on his toes.

My vengeful brother gave me a vision that led me on a wild goose chase for months and then straight into an ambush that led to some inches of my precious hair being cut. Someone had been aiming for my jugular.

He had cackled like a madman when I came home. Then went after the people behind the ambush by himself. A part of me thought the goddess took his sense of self-preservation and sanity along with his sight.

My brother smirked at me knowingly, the bastard probably knew what I was thinking of.

He stood up and stretched languidly like a feline, “as long as you stick to time, you would be able to swoop in and save her like the Knight in shining armor you have been dying to be.”

I watched as he snapped his walking cane open and started his journey to the door. He didn’t even need a walking cane but he liked to be underestimated, which makes it more fun for him, I guess.

“If I'm the Knight in shining armor, what does that make you?” I called out.

“His more gorgeous and devilishly charming brother.” He threw back over his shoulder with a mischievous grin just before the door slammed shut.

Selena's POV 

Instinct took over as I dashed through the back door outside into the night's chill. I usually loved the fact that Ellen’s house was isolated from everyone but now it had come back to bite me in the ass.

Oh God, Ellen….

I fought the growing nausea at the back of my throat, my skin clammy and moist. There was no time to go into shock now, I had to survive first. Gravel crunched under my fluffy bunny slippers as I pushed myself even harder, my lungs started their protests which I paid no attention to.

I could have easily shifted into my wolf but my body still hurt from the pain I had felt earlier on and to shift now while my body was sore would put me at a greater disadvantage. If I could just get to the car…

The winds seemed to change with me, urging me on, as I changed directions to the front of the house where the car was parked. Chills racked through my body as I ran, the cold biting my skin through the thin white nightgown I wore. 

The nightgown Ellen bought for me.

I bit back a sob as I ran past the garden I was weeding earlier that day. The air on my hand standing was the only warning I got before the car in front of me exploded, the force of the blast throwing me to the ground.

Pain slammed into me as I landed wrong on my wrist. I winced, lying there as my body protested even the rising and falling movements of my chest. The flames from the burning car cast an eerie orange light on the masked figure, cloaked in black, that was steadily making his way to me.

I hoped someone would see the flames and come running but I knew it would be too late if I didn't get moving now. Adrenaline masked most of my pain as I stumbled to my feet.

I had only taken a few steps when a gloved hand caught my hair and yanked it so far back, I thought my head would be separate from my neck. A terrified scream burst out from me.

“Why are you doing this?!” I shrieked, struggling with all I had left, I would not make this easy for him, I wouldn't.

His hoarse voice answered, “By the order of the Luna, Die.” A glint of steel was all I saw and I turned my body instinctively, driving the dagger into my shoulder instead of my chest like he had planned.

A scream tore out from me, the pain giving me the strength to shift my hand into claws and rake through his chest. He let go of my hair with a loud bellow and I wasted no time in running into the forest, clutching my shoulder as I ran.

Footsteps sounded behind me. 

I made the error of looking back and I slammed into a wall, a solid warm wall. My shoulder jostled with the movement and I cried out, black spots staining my vision. Warm hands wrapped around me.

“Help me,” I whispered faintly. The last thing I saw before the darkness overtook my vision was a pair of violet eyes. Distantly, I heard a roar then I knew nothing.