"Ahh," Daylen screamed in panic.He was pulled out of the closet in one swift movement. His heart skittered. He came out with his eyes closed.The sight of the monster was not one he wished to see. He wasn't sure he could handle the darkness after his heart had glanced at the hope that is his savior."We should hurry on out of here," Zane voiced out.Daylen's eyes shot open. The voice was unfamiliar to him so he opened his eyes to check who he was. His heart jumped with joy when he saw that it was Syvan that came for him."Hold on," Syvan let out before carrying Daylen in his arms. He walked over to the window with him. It was the only way out of the room, the blood traders had invaded the whole hospital and his circle was still twenty minutes out.He had to rescue his mate before he was taken from him. Daylen was lost. Being in Syvan's hold, he felt so calm and safe. The worries he had just seemed to fade away.Daylen rested his head on Syvan's shoulder and let the man carry him. The
Daylen lost consciousness. Syvan held him in his arms and watched the wolves, vampires, and witches get back to normal. They blinked their eyes in confusion. Looked at him to explain what happened.Syvan stared down at his mate. He gently wrapped a warm hand around him. Zane saw his boss quiet and took action. He ushered all the wolves, vampires, and witches out of the compound.He too was confused about what happened. It felt like the full moon, the sun, and all the stars had aligned right before him commanding him to turn and protect them. It was the strangest feeling he had ever had.The members of the circle helped him clear the grounds. Soon there was no other wolf, witch, or vampire in sight other than them. But they knew that it wasn't the end of the matter. Something had pulled them to their home and got them to submit.The other packs, covens, and circles weren't going to let that go so easily. Their troubles had just begun.Syvan laid Daylen on his bed, he was tongue-tied ab
Syvan sat on the bed beside Daylen. He was lost on how to handle the news that he received about the boy's fate. He looked a little better than when they found him but he was still weak.The words of Lyzia echoed in his mind. A werewolf that wasn't bound by the moon was an impossible existence. But Daylen lay right there next to him and he was proof that it was highly possible. Unknown to him was the part of the vision Lyzia didn't disclose. Of him being a vampire that wasn't bound by the sun. The thoughts of what Daylen could do terrified him. His power was a blessing and a curse. On one hand, he could grow strong and no one would be able to hurt him the way the blood traders did.And on the other hand, was the wicked world that would go to great lengths to use him or eliminate him from the surface of the earth in fear. His powers put a target on his back, one that will never go away.Daylen opened his eyes. His eyes saw Syvan, his muscles calmed down. He didn't lift his head from t
The fear of losing everything was making Daylen very uncomfortable. He wanted to be open and enjoy the party that Syvan had hosted for him.But deep down he was scared, afraid of taking that one step closer to everyone at the party. The man told him that he was a vampire, a mythical creature born to rule the vampire kingdom, Erelandia.A vampire prince to be precise and the party was all part of Syvan's plan to get him acquainted with the rest of the circle members.Daylen was not a believer in magic or fairy tales. It seemed fate had a different saying on the matter. As his life was becoming more magical with every single day.First, he was rescued from the blood traders. Syvan Has sworn to do everything in his power to hunt them down and make them pay for everything that they did to him.The second magical thing that happened to him, was meeting Syvan. The man was a God-sent and the best thing that ever walked in his direction. He was like a warm light but had been sent from above t
"They also mentioned something about you ruling next to me. If you impress the ancestors," he added sternly.Syvan tried to process the words that Daylen let out to him. He couldn't understand what the young male meant by 'if he impressed the ancestors'.Everything about Daylen was strange. It scared him, he worried for the man's safety.The party went on, with the members of his circle having the time of their lives. He tried to enjoy the party too, yet his mind kept drifting back to Daylen.The young wolf was seated in the corner slowly sipping at his drink avoiding contact with everyone at the party. It was a little sad to watch him.Syvan understood that it will take time for Daylen to warm up to the rest of the family. He wished Daylen knew that there was no pressure to fitting, he should take it easy and slowly work on getting better.As though reading his mind, Daylenlooked up at him. Their eyes locked. Daylen gave him a weak smile and he nodded in response.Having a mate was d
It was the first time that Daylen felt that kind of pain. All his life he had known the pain of the highest degree yet this was the first time the pain came without a wound. He couldn't put it into words. Watching Zane with Syvan, seeing how he made Syvan happy tore at his heart. It was unbearable. A burning desire to get Syvan far away from the man grew inside him. But more than that was the insecurity of losing Syvan to the man, there was so much the man was capable of that was impossible for Daylen to do. Zane was free to converse with Syvan as much as he desired while he was too scared to be close to him. The thought of Syvan closing the doors of his life to him was knocking loudly in his heart. Causing pain to course through Daylen's body that was worse than any physical injury he had. Daylen cried his eyes out. Unable to explain to Syvan how badly it hurt. His mind is chaotic. Yearning for the warmth Syvan stood to offer him. The desire to have him, hold him, and never let hi
Daylen I never wanted to close my eyes ever again. Without Syvan my life was broken like half of a whole with a missing piece. Now it was as though I had found the missing piece to complete me. The magic was one I had read about in fairytale stories as a child. The stories promised a happy ending for the characters. It never occurred to me that I might ever get the chance to walk in the shoes of such characters. Yet here I was. Gazing at the sun up close and personal from inside the house without having to look at the sky. Syvan is my fantasy and my only desire. His touch was making me lose my mind and his voice aided his warmth to drive me out of my senses. "Your highness, the matter is urgent," the man interrupted. Syvan blinked. Breaking eye contact with me, "Yeah, let's go," he ushered the man to lead the way. He grabbed my hand and placed it in the crook of his before guiding me out the door. His appearance suddenly became magnetic drawing my eyes to him. My visage was cloud
The doctor arrived at the mansion as requested. Prince Syvan remained by his friend while she was being cared for. Relieved to have her back home but also worried about the damage that the Oakenheart blood traders might have done to her. The doctor examined her carefully. He was the royal physician and he knew of prince Syvan's ruthlessness. Mistakes couldn't be afforded on something that meant so much to the prince. Syvan was too focused on Allegra to notice the small crowd gathered at the door of the room. Razz, Zane, Daylen, Emilio, and the woman who carried Allegra into the house gathered outside the door peeking at everything inside. Daylen watched Syvan watch her. With an intense gaze that made him jealous. Syvan had forgotten everything the second Allegra entered the house. Daylen wasn't pleased with the idea of becoming nothing more than someone Syvan rescued and forgot about eventually. He wished to be a permanent part of Syvan's life. Razz was happy. To see Syvan at peac