《Mated to the Night Wolf》全部章節：第 51 章 - 第 60 章

•|•|•The Hunt will purge the land of rebellion so that a new reign may prosper.•|•|•[SHADE SHADOWS]I tug the strings of the human's dress, looping them into a perfect bow. Her frail body is steadier after the meal, and her bath has made her look much less depleted.She sits on her knees, hands in her lap, staring ahead at the sun's light peeping through the window in the servants' quarters, quiet."All done," I state, getting to my feet. I offer her a hand she takes, standing up and examining her full attire—a plain white sheet, shaped into a dress. Still, she certainly looks better than before. I can see the softness in her eyes and the beauty that once was.I smile kindly, "Perfect."Her lips curve and her cheeks turn to a light blush."Madam Catherine,""Madam Catherine's here," the slaves gasp, their hushed whispers suddenly filling the quarters. My gaze flashes forward, as the other slaves move toward the front."W-What's happening?" the human asks. She looks bewildered. I

•|•|•They whisper things they think I cannot hear, they look at me and point. And yet, despite it all, I remain unseen. •|•|•[KAYOS ADREN PRIME]Color exists in this world. Even in my Court of Night, I have found it is simply impossible to be completely rid of. Often I have thought perhaps it is there to remind me I have not yet been devoured entirely by chaos- therefore hope still exists. Ridiculous...yes, yet still at the back of my mind, I've thought that this color lights a narrow pathway out of this darkness I have concealed myself in. A simple reminder that even the wicked and the cruel can be redeemed. Mm....Where is this color now? The world is silent, as the shadows deform behind me, the portal disappearing back into complete chaos. I do not remember how I tethered here. I am numb and gone all at once.A steady rhythm immediately sets in my ear, a heartbeat I am all too familiar with. My gaze rises at the sound, shifting through the dim candlelight of the library,

•|•|• There are no Saviors here. We all fear death. •|•|• [SHADE SHADOWS] MY FINGERS gently sift through the red littered in his dark locks, humming the old song softly. The world is silent, as if it too listens to the ballad my heart sings to him, but I am much more fascinated by the steady rhythm of his breathing to notice. He lies before me, his head resting in the drapes of my skirt, so beautiful that I find it bold that despair would dare touch him. That tears should dare bleed from his pretty eyes. My eyes trace every feature on his face, eyes shut, lips barely parted taking slow breaths in and out. I sit in the middle of the aisle, the ground cool beneath me. His head pillowed in my lap. He is calmer now, beneath my touch I can barely remember his anguish. He is at peace. Peace. It strikes me now that I have seen this version of my master. Lying in the field of flowers in my dreams. Serenity mirrors around him. My eyebrows slightly knit for I re

•|•|•It is strange that I now see the world through color since I met my Adeline. Not only the shades she paints, but the ones that form around her, visible to my eyes only. When it is Yellow, as it is usually, I am at peace and the Kingdom sleeps. But when it is red…even the leaves tremble. •|•|• [KAYOS ADREN PRIME]I pity Shade. Immensely.It is not her fault that her heart is warm and her eyes kind, or that her lips are so immaculate whenever she speaks beauty weaves between her words—words that lure the wicked and trap the cruel.I am a being of the dark, therefore I am drawn to the light, and she—Is a wild flame flickering in the heart of midnight and though my presence is a sheet of chaos around her, she calms it with waves of hope that scatter the shadows that surround me. And so it is not her fault that what she thought was a simple promise, a pledge of comfort to a friend— was far more dangerous. For it was spoken to the Lord of Night...and I am a selfish creature. Th

•|•|•Beware the kiss of the Black Death, pup— given by the passing shadow. It fades upon touch, but as it leaves it carries with it, what is essential to the body. The very soul.•|•|•[KAYOS ADREN PRIME]I stand at the edge of the library, gathered in shadow, watching my treasure.As the ocean that feigns the illusion of grace and beauty by the bank's edge, I am still, yet beneath stirring like a serpent hides a wrath incomparable.Sound and all other elements cease to exist. Light and darkness are only concepts to give vision as I watch the chaos that writhes around her, pooling beneath her skirt showing me just where it is that the pain begins.The scent of her blood reaches me, and the tendrils of chaos loop around her body in waves until I realize that it is not only in one place that she is hurt.My gaze lifts from the loose hem of her skirt to her eyes of obsidian.It is everywhere.I fear that it is that very instance that I birthed the Black Death.A wintery presence that wr