Lahat ng Kabanata ng FATED TO MY UNCLE: Kabanata 121 - Kabanata 130

~ISSA“Your niece is full of surprises,” Deucalion said as he took a seat in the big brown leather chair behind his desk in his home study. He did not seem to be upset that his eldest daughter was still healing from Yulia’s unexpected fire power.I shrugged. I had no reply for that. “How is Iris?” I asked.“Embarrassed,” He replied.“She is out of the hospital?” I asked.“Left that same night,” Deucalion said with a hint of pride in his voice. I could not blame her. I would feel embarrassed if I got my ass handed to me by a much younger werewolf. “She was hoping to see you,” He added.“For what purpose?” I asked. I had no desire to hear anything she had to say, not after what she pulled. Deucalion had heard the slight irritation in my voice and smiled.The large doors of the Study were pushed open and in walked Iris. I was a bit surprised to see that there were no burn marks on her. As if reading my mind. “Magic and medicine,” Deucalion said. “Issa,” Iris said as she saw me. “Did y

~YULIA                                       I felt him before I saw him. His scent assailed my nose and my wolf ears perked up in excitement. Every day, I felt new things whenever I laid my eyes on him. Sometimes, I saw clearer, other times, I smelled things much better. With him, a myriad of experiences always happened to me. He was leaning against his black Porsche as the wind blew his long hair in waves.“Issa,” Jamal said, breaking the effect.“Detective,” Issa replied curtly.I still did not get why the

~YULIA“What was that all about?” I asked as Issa drove us home. He did not reply as he glared ahead of the long road in front of us. I figured that he was not in the mood to talk about it so I settled back into my seat and watched the road.“That was my past,” he said abruptly as he stopped by a red light. I turned to him to hear more. “My father, before he passed away, made some promises. I was just a young cub back then.”“And you do not intend to fulfil this promise,” I replied. I knew the kind of person he was. Issa hated being forced or coerced to do anything against his will. It was part of his Lycan gift and curse.“I see no point in it,” He replied.“What was the promise about?” I asked him.“You remember the war of the black rose?” He asked. I nodded, my interest piqued. “It was not a short war, Yulia, it was a very long war, the longest supernatural conflict to ever occur in the history of werewolves and witches. So many people died, friends, allies, families, it took my

~ISSAEach body was missing something. A heart was missing from one body, another a liver, another a spleen and another the eyes. It was one of the bloodiest things I had ever seen. There was a yellow police tape to create a boundary to prevent the public from getting closer but I could still see flashes of pictures being taken and phones held high to record the gory scene.The school security team was doing its best to keep back the people but it was of no use. I could not blame the onlookers. I caught sight of Davina and Albus having a tense discussion with Jamal. I understood that it was a bad look on the Chancellor because this abomination happened right under his nose and in his school. I looked at Yulia who seemed lost and distraught at the gory sight before her. I could literally feel the emotional turmoil she was currently going through.“It would seem that someone is boldly trying to reenact the war we tried so very hard to stop and prevent,” Albus said as he joined me in w

~ISSAI felt Iran clawing his way slowly to the surface of my mind. ‘Witch blood,’ he whispered hungrily at the deep ends of my psyche. He and I could feel the tension coming off the bartender. Iran and I could smell her fear as we both watched with dark humour as she thought of her options. She had none.“You need to make up your mind,” Yulia said in a hardened tone. I could feel her rage as she glared at the Bartender. The lady beside me sat rigidly as fear coursed through her. These two women were involved in the death of my beloved sister and I would do anything and everything within my power to make sure that they paid.The bartender looked around at the bar helplessly as it dawned on her slowly and surely. There was no one here to help her. She was cornered. I knew that her right hand was still on the shot gun hidden behind the bar counter but she as well as I knew that it would do nothing to help her. There was a lot at stake and it would be bad for business if word got out