Opening the cabinet as I found myself behind the stool, I saw him pulling out a book. A black leather book, its edges gilded and a silver crescent moon shimmer on its front cover.“I read it here before about a case. Your case, Cassidy, is rare. Extremely rare.” “Yes, it is. I’m obviously aware of that.” Zarion drew a breath and Elliot’s eyes and mine met, a silent nod reflected that he’s very much aware that Zarion was aware of that too. Elliot flipped the pages of the book, written in a language I did not bother to understand. Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They

“Give me your coat, Cassidy.” “Oh, right—here.” I took off my coat abruptly as I strode to the table. I gaped as I traced the scars on Zarion’s back with my finger. He was lying uncomfortably on the table, too uncomfortably. Heavens above, I saw him smirking in the corner of my eye probably because of my reaction. “Oh, Zarion…” I gasped. My hand remained on his back, rubbing his skin and letting him know that I am just here. I’m right here, Zarion. Don’t you worry.“Get a chair and put it in front of me so I can see your full face, Cass.” Like a child, I followed his order and pulled a chair so that I could look at his face properly. Immediately. He’s not in good condition though. “What is this, Zarion?” My voice was full of worry. “I thought you're Zarion the Great—the invincible?” I hate him so much. But why do I still care for him? I didn’t know he was suffering when I knocked on that door earlier. I never heard his screams. Didn’t even feel the wrongness in the air. Now, lookin

I’m not in my bed. The sound of people cheering and the sharp scent of fire and smoke wholly proves me that.I suddenly drifted into…somewhere else. Somewhere else. A could sense that the raging fire was in front of me. When I slowly cracked my eyes open, I saw everyone gathering around me in circles like some sort of ritual. I only saw this on TV. But right now, it’s happening in front of me. They were not absolutely humans. No one is a normal human being in this vision. Or dream. Perhaps a nightmare. I fucking do not know what this is and how did I reach this place. My chest tightened and my tears betrayed me as it slowly cascaded from my cheeks. I saw vampires, witches, and werewolves in their true form. All of them were looking at me. No, glaring at me as if I had just committed a crime. My heart leaped for a second when someone touched my arms. “Help!” was all I could shout when a human-sized creature with huge ears and eyes that could eat one’s soul gazed at me. He wasn’t wear

It never crosses my mind that Zarion is the type of guy who likes star-gazing. It sounds cheesy and romantic for him to do it. He was more like the rigid type, but we ended up lying on the ground, looking at the sky. After a couple minutes of silence, I turned my head to my side. “Can we just do it? I'm jealous of your abilities.” I was referring to his werewolf abilities. His eyebrows creased.”No, it's not safe for you.”Half of my body turns to his side, leaning on his wide and stern chest. “Why don't we just try?” There’s no wrong with trying…” I exhaled, drawing circles on his stomach. He just chuckled though. “I don't want you to be in danger,” he stopped for emphasis in his next sentence. “I don’t want you to die.”“So you're kind of concerned about me now, huh?” I teased. His facial expression doesn’t change. “I’ve always been concerned with you the moment that you realized I was not an ordinary dog brought to your cabin.” He was looking at me quite intensely that I thought

Now is the time to throw childish tantrums. “Zarion, I am not going back!” “You have to.” He held my shoulders. And for a second, I felt his fingers trembling. “Okay. Listen to me, Cassidy. Brandon will kill you. He wants you gone, as far as I know, he wants you gone the first time you step on Madfur Claws Pack. The thing he told you back there?” he pointed to the door of the cabin, pertaining to what happened in the woods. “He’s not going to undergo the process of rejection because, for him, it’s a waste of time!” “But—”“And you are his mate.” Zarion managed to speak first. “Your scent is strong and addictive and irresistible in his system. He will always find you. Even though his body doesn’t want it, his soul is aching for a piece of you. He may loathe it so much, but he couldn’t do anything because that’s just his fate. You are his fate. Do you understand what this means?” He shook my shoulders once more. All I did was stare at him, at his lips….I shook my head. “It means you