Alpha Wyvern's Offer

Reya’s POV 

Blood and smoke filled the air.’ The. I was unable to determine whether the torches surrounding the rogue camp or the aura of the man opposite me, Alpha Wyvern, were responsible. 

The heat in his eyes was like molten silver, too bright for someone with so much chaos under their skin. Dark stains covered the slab of stone that held his crown. It was painful to move my wrists and run. Why? But I couldn't. Not yet. 

"I didn't see you, little wolf," his expression revealed. He then nodded in agreement. 

Did you know that Tristian had sold you to me?

I maintained my speech without interruption. "Neither of you are."

He grinned, feeble and perilous. "You came here alone.". That takes guts. Or stupidity. Which is it? "

I stated that neither, and I came to get answers. 

You sent for me. I am here. Talk."

My stomach was filled with emotion as his fingers tapped the blade hard. My skin rebelled against his strength, unlike him. What made this man so powerful? 

We shouldn't pretend we don’t know why you’re here, because you want your dog back. 

I want your blood."

Ice slid through my veins. 

"Why? 

Leaned in. ‘Your blood is ancient,’ added him. Tainted. Blessed. Take your pick. However, its power has not been felt in hundreds of years. And I want it. 

I stiffened. He was right. The birth of the twins had resulted in a change within me. I had kept it a secret, even from Xander. Even from myself. 

"Do you believe that bleeding from your penis can increase your strength?

"Not stronger. 

Invincible. 

I stood. "You're insane. 

"No," he replied with a smile that was reminiscent of wolf behavior. I'm inevitable."

I was faster than the guards. With the blade dangling from my boot, I spun it around with great force. One guard dropped. Then another. But Wyvern didn't even flinch. 

He uttered the words "exciting" and rose up slowly. "I didn't ask for your presence to end you."

Not yet. I brought you here to give you a bargain. 

"There's no hope for me." My breath reverberated. 

He moved towards. "Your son."

My heart stuttered. 

"What? 

"I know who took him. 

My assistance is available to help you retrieve him. 

Looking into his eyes, I wondered what was he trying to say. "Why do you think that way?

"I'm not interested in having your child."

I want you. Alive. Unbroken. My blood was like a magic wand. 

My throat is disgusted. What if I say no? 

The boy was lost without any emotional reaction and he shrugged off the situation. Maybe even both of them. You'll be hunted. Used. Killed."

I lunged. 

The stone floor slammed into us.' I was one furrow away from being hit by his blade. Mine bit into his side. 

He chuckled in agony, his mouth bleeding with blood. "This is the kind of wolf I was picturing."

An old-fashioned, dense and powerful force pulled at me, causing me to feel like I was pulling him back. As I fell, my lungs were racing to be filled with air. 

Wyvern wiped his mouth. "You're strong." (View larger image). But not invincible. Not yet."

The camp walls shook. An explosion. Then another. 

He sneered: "You're back, buddy. Don't worry, it's time to move on."

The next moments were chaos. Arrows. Fire. Screams. I jogged, my muscles activated by fear, anger, and maternal panic. 

Upon reaching the camp's perimeter, I felt an arrow strike my spine. It was painful. 

Pain flared. 

I stumbled. 

Prior to landing on the ground, a figure grabbed me. 

Xander's eyes were bright, and his mouth spread open as the expression "I love you."

He knows where my son was,' I gasped. 

Xander held onto his emotions. "As a result, he won't be able to disclose another soul."

"I seized his wrist." I answered the question. He's too valuable. We need him."

He hesitated. 

"We can't have confidence in Rafael."

"I know. 

All we have is him. 

The camp erupted into flames just behind us._ Wyvern was gone. 

But not for long. 

Later That Night. 

We camped in silence. 

Despite the arrow striking me and causing my side to shiver, I wasn't really awake. It was intense. 

It was Wyvern's words. 

My blood. 

The power. 

His gaze reflected his astral projection. 

"Xander was seated in front of me, looking over at the fire."

"Yes."

"That's a problem."

My jaw dropped. "A big one." I'm told. 

He looked at me. It’s a difficult thing and you don’t even know. 

I took a sip and thought, "Maybe it's accurate?". Might I experience changes in my bloodstream? Could the differences between the twins be a contributing factor? 

He said nothing. 

He observed me with a feeling of being out of sorts.' 

And what else are you hiding behind, Reya?"

"I gazed into the flames. Too much.'

"Start small."

"I held my hands together. I'm noticing some stuff.". In my sleep. Fire. Ruins. My old village." 

He stiffened. "You're remembering? "

"I think so."

His eyes narrowed. "What village? Where are you originally from? "

My lips parted. Then closed. 

The truth was coming. 

I was still in the midst of learning how to articulate it.' 

He asked, "Reya, can you trust me?

My eyes twinkled with approval. "Do you have confidence in me?

He said nothing. 

And that said everything. 

The Next Morning. 

We traveled in silence. 

But something pulled at me. A whisper in my bones. 

The destination we had to reach was within my grasp. 

To the remnants of my former self. 

To where everything started. 

The spot where the moon first called me. What's going on? 

In what place would Xander finally encounter the truth.