Sebastian, tired of the excessive talking, leapt into action. As they spoke, he sized up each of the wolves and easily took notice of the weakest one. He lunged for him, knocking him to the ground with one punch. The rest of the wolves charged st him, baring their claws and fangs. They fought, talons cut through flesh, fangs sank into soft flesh, sand blinded glowing eyes. Minutes later, Sebastian had most of them on the floor, groaning. "Come on, wolves," the leader drawled, obviously displeased, "he's just one against eleven of you. Pick yourself up." Sebastian marched to the werewolf whose scent he has caught on one of his dead soldiers. He plunged his hand into his chest and ripped out his heart. Silence reigned for a second then the werewolf leader was leaping for him. He dodged, then aimed for his stomach, throwing a hard punch. His arm bled from the deep wound he received and his legs bled from where the rest of the men, now back in wolf form, tore at his skin. The leader k

"Aurora," Sebastian sighed again. She blinked innocently at him then turned to the stunned vampires. "Quick, tie them up and get them into the caves. It's almost sunrise." They did as she said, tying the werewolves up with strong silver chains and taking them to the caves where they dwelled. "I requested that you don't use your powers, Aurora. I don't want any harm to come to you," Sebastian spoke as they followed after them. "No harm shall come to me, Sebastian. I did what I had to do. The vampires were tiring out and the sun almost rising, that would have been a massacre." "I do agree but in the future…" "I will look after myself," she smiled up at him, "come on, Bastian, you worry too much." They went into the caves. "I offer my gratitude, I appreciate your help," Sebastian smiled at the war-beaten vampires. Aurelius tisked while the rest snorted or made non-committal noises. "As if," one of them spoke, "you do not need to thank us, lord Sebastian. We have simply done what

"Prince Julian," Aurora sighed, rubbing her jaw, "Justus only began acting strange when he arrived." She turned to Sebastian who was busy packing up a large satchel. "Do you wish to visit the clairvoyant immediately?" She asked him, already feeling sad. "Yes, I must. The faster I find answers, the faster we put an end to this menace." He zipped up the satchel and rose from the mattress. His sharp eyes quickly surveyed the room then he unstrapped his sword and bow from the wall. "I wish I could go with you," she sighed, wrapping her arms around herself. "I will be fine," he said, coming to her. He kissed her deeply and placed one last peck on her forehead, "if you feel lonely, whisper to the wind and you'll find me." She nodded and escorted him out to the stables. "I will stop shortly at the cave before moving on. Wish me well." She waved enthusiastically at him as he rode off. Once he was out of sight, her arm fell. "Oh Sebastian, please be fine," she sighed. She turned and

Justus patted his collar again then rolled his shoulders. Marriage wasn't so bad. Lord Sebastian and empress Aurora were doing well. He nodded. Livia didn't seem like the kind of woman to cause trouble. Anyway, if she did, he'll banish her. He was a prince after all. He cracked a fake smile that vanished as soon as it appeared. The door to the mother and daughter quarters cracked open then a mop of auburn hair appeared then a fair face. He blinked. The face's mouth dropped open upon seeing him. "Your honor," Livia stepped out at once looking all pretty in a dusty pink tunic and her hair styled grandly. Her beauty had him lost for a second. "I didn't mean to peep at you, I only wanted to see if you were present. Please do not take offense," Livia spoke quickly, her face scrunched up in worry. Justus cleared his throat, shaking his head slightly. "It's no problem. Follow me," he ordered, walking away at once. Livia looked lost for a bit. "Just like that?" She muttered in a grumble

Aurora retired to her chambers and lay in bed, not bothering to undress or blow off the oil lamps. The maids would have done so but she dismissed them. She pulled the covers up to her chin and a deep sigh escaped her lips."I miss you, Bastian," she muttered, staring at the empty space where he would have been lying, "I seem to be doing a bad job taking care of the empire because of this sole reason."She sighed again and shut her eyes, calling on her helper. The wind howled in her ears and she let it be her eyes."Sebastian," she murmured, her mind traveling with the wind, "where are you?"Sebastian jumped over boulders and rocks. He was almost close, close to the clairvoyant. She was a harsh creature with bad manners but she beared no grudge against him for what his predecessors had done to her people. He didn't know whether to be wary of her or to trust his instincts.By nightfall, he descended into the hidden flatlands where she dwelled, along with a few other clairvoyants.Behind