Prelude:

Brink of Destruction

Currently, the entire world rests on a thin thread. The slightest hint of movement could plunge its very existence into the depths of eternal darkness, the ultimate end. For centuries the tides have been restless. The war between the Vampires led by Lord Alexander and Werewolves led by Lord Grimm continues to wage. Some humans have served their war as shields and prey. While others, they chose to live their lives ignoring the dangers that lurk in the shadows or even the war surrounding them.

For the vampire Angel. This war has served as his own personal hell. He was forced to take the hand of Lord Alexander’s Daughter Blaire. The woman who had taken everything from him. The shadow of the man he was has disappeared into the ashes. In those ashes, he found a tiny glimmer of hope. Blaire thought she had taken everything but she made a mistake. She forgot one person that his heart still yearned for. She’s out there somewhere. He just hopes he finds her before the war continues.

Very soon, The battle for world dominance will reach its enviable end. With things as they are, he wonders. By the end of it, will there be a world left to claim?

Chapter 01:

First Moon

Part

I

Lord Grimm’s most powerful werewolf pack rested at their campsite beneath the stars. They resided in the darkest parts of the forest positioned closest to the Luminous Castle, Lord Grimm’s stronghold. This pack is referred to by many as the notorious Nightshade. The pack began as a generous friendship between Lord Grimm’s adopted son Lycan and a mere servant boy with nothing to his name. That unexpected bond became the story of their origin.

In every existing pack, there are a total of six members each entitled to a specific task. These roles are The Omega, The Medic, The Tracker, The Hunter, The Beta and of course, The Alpha. Without all six members, a pack cannot be dispatched. At the moment Nightshade was short two of them, they had lost them during the war. Now, they were lying in wait for the replacements. The two of them had just arrived.

The first to be replaced was none other than the Omega. The name translates as the end. This rank is given to the weakest member of the pack. They are tasked with shopping, running errands, and taking care of the other pack members. Their strength is measured by their spouse having no real strength of their own. This is why this rank is typically given to women. The werewolf code has always been biased toward women.

This rank now belongs to a woman by the name of Raven. They knew a bit about her during their meet and greet sessions with her. She was once known as the infamous Erika Ravenheart, a famous composer at the peak of her career. Her name had to change due to her popularity with the humans and media. The pack members took her as a joke at first. They wondered how a woman of her stature was able to survive the transition. She was quick to prove her worth. For an Omega, Raven was indeed strong and well balanced. She seemed perfect for the role. That was until they learned she wasn’t the type of woman to let people walk all over her.

Raven has long flawless black hair that descends to her mid back in a flow of delicacy. Her navy blue eyes were fixated on her notebook as she jotted down lyrics. Her light tan skin shined in light of the stars. She had only two tattoos. One of them rested on the back of her neck. The artwork was of a small raven. The wings of the raven were spread out inside the outline of a feathered heart. This tattoo she referred to as her family crest. The second tattoo rested over the breast that contained her heart. It was a tattoo of a black heart. She wore a black hair tie on her right wrist just in case she needed it. She was dressed in a black tank top with a white outline. Her agile legs were covered by faded distressed blue jeans. She wore standard black converse shoes.

The second and final role to be replaced is the Medic. One of the most crucial roles to be filled, their title pretty much tells all. They are tasked with treating wounded pack members, creating and prescribing medicine. They also dissect medicine in order to combat the vampire’s healer. The Medic just like the Omega must refrain from fighting. They are oftentimes protected by the Tracker and The Hunter. This is also the only rank that refrains from using the werewolf transformation. This person must stay in control of their emotions at all times and like the Omega it is typically given to women.

This rank now belongs to Claire, Claire Ravenheart. She is the younger sister to Raven. Unlike her sister, she was quick to catch on having read many novels about the supernatural. This left her with a lot of questions to ask whenever she discovered that supernatural life did in fact, exist. Lord Grimm gladly cleared any confusion she had. Afterward, she made her goal to be the best Werewolf she could be. She scored high on all of her tests. Whenever it came down to physical examination her scores began to drop. This is where Raven’s scores tended to grow making them the perfect combination. However, fortune had smiled down on her.

Claire became one of the unique cases. When faced with the transition. She was also given a special gift that earned her high respect. Her blood had strong healing capabilities. It always remained active. Due to this, she healed remarkably fast making it almost impossible to harm her. Claire even learned how to use her gift to mend the wounds on other werewolves and even discovered. Her unique blood also acted like the perfect defense mechanism against vampires. It could react as a powerful acid to a vampire’s skin. This alone made her the ideal medic.

“Sister,” Claire rushed over to her sister. “You actually made it into Nightshade with me.” Well, she couldn’t let her younger sister upstage her. Though, she sort of did when she scored Medic a rank higher than her. Raven blames the fact she had a gift that allowed her to heal. It didn’t matter now at least they were together again.

“Don’t act shocked,” Raven closed her notebook. She dropped from the tree branch she was resting on landing on her feet. “Let’s not forget who beat who in that sparring match we had.” Claire put her hands in her jacket pockets. Her jacket was navy blue with the words “Every Rose Has Thorns” written on the back in cursive with a rose underneath it. She dressed in faded blue jeans and navy blue converse shoes. She was still wearing that gold purity ring attached to a gold chain around her neck. A firm believer in abstinence, Claire hasn’t changed over the course of two or three years.

“That’s true, you did beat me.” Claire acknowledged. She ran her fingers through her brunette hair. “It’s going to be great being in the same notorious pack as you. It’s been awhile since we’ve,” She lowered her head.

“Bonded,” Raven understood. The two of them were never really that close. Even as kids, it was hard for them to find something in common. The two of them were just different. Being a werewolf with her younger sister. It was going to be a nice switch. At least now they finally had something in common.

“It’s going to be good,” Claire assured her half-heartedly. It was easy to tell that her sister was a bit worried. Maybe even, a little scared. They were no longer in the shelter of the training camp. This is the real thing, it was kill or be killed and the vampires weren’t going to think twice about it. They trained for this but even so, it was hard not to be at least a little worried. Still, Raven had to be strong for her sister’s sake.

“Hey,” Raven placed her hand on her sister’s shoulder. “We’ll get through this.” She smiled at her. “Think of it as a new chapter in our lives, maybe a better one.” Claire’s navy blue eyes lingered on the werewolf rulebook in her hand. They were bound by rules now, not that Raven knew them. She only skimmed through a couple pages despite the warnings they were given.

“Yeah besides,” The slender built boy walked up to them. Like most werewolf males, he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His right ear had three gold piercings in it. While the other ear only had two. He was wearing blue denim jeans with a few tears in the knees. “You have me Claire,” He placed his hand on his chest. “You remember me right?”

This werewolf, she knew him as Jay. He’s the tracker of Nightshade. Two ranks above her and a rank above her sister. What did Raven know about him? Well, from their meet and greets. She learned that Jay and his twin brother Jayson joined the war at the age of only twelve. They hoped to avenge the death of their parents who were brutally murdered when they were only six years old. As a reminder of that tragic day, Jay had his mother’s name tattooed on his left forearm. While his brother Jayson carried their father’s name on his right.

After the death of their parents, the twins were taken in and raised by the Beta of Nightshade. He trained them and turned them into the strongest werewolf tag team. They complemented each other to perfection. One is fast, while the other is strong. One had an act for formulating strategies while the other acted as a decoy to throw off the enemy. Even their special gifts could complement each other to some extent.

Jay can augment any one of his five senses. He can increase it to up to three times that of your standard werewolf. He could see things from a farther distance, hear distinct sounds in the forest. He could feel weak points in an enemy’s armor or even weak points in the ground beneath him. This allowed him to dig underground and strike from below. Jay could even smell things that other werewolves can’t. Nothing could avoid his detection, not even if it were a fly on the wall.

His brother, Jayson can manipulate the flow of his adrenaline. This grants him a substantial boost to both attack and defense. He can boost his adrenaline so high that he doesn’t feel pain. He can push through any attack and still be able to counter it. It’s seldom a vampire survives after he has them trapped in a corner. There’s a rumor that he could even use his ability to kick start his heart and bring himself back from the dead. It’s never been tested, which is probably a good thing.

“The two of you are new to the werewolf lifestyle.” Jay pointed out. “So um,” He ran his fingers through his light ash hair that went to his shoulder blades. “If you have any questions, well,” He put his hands in his pockets. “I’ve been a werewolf my whole life so,” He scooted his bare foot across the grass. “If you’ve got a question.” His cheeks reddened when his eyes met with Claire’s. “Just ask me okay?” He forced a nervous smile.

“I get this feeling,” Claire placed her hand on her chest. “It’s weird,” She explained. Jay nodded at her attentively. “It’s like,” Raven understood what she was talking about. Her body felt it too. This strange feeling was more like a weird prediction. “I have this connection with nature like, it’s attached to,” He cut her off.

“Oh,” Jay arched his head back. “You must be referring to the natural connection our bodies have with the moon.” He explained casually. “Sorry,” Jay forced a light chuckle. “I’ve had it my whole life so to me,” He placed his hand on his chest. “It’s normal. But yeah,” He shrugged. “We are able to detect when there’s going to be a full moon. Our bodies naturally feel the moon changing.” So then tonight is going to be…-

“Awesome, we got Raven,” Jayson rested his muscular arm on Raven’s shoulder. She groaned, taking his arm off her. His locks had the same light ash color as his twin brother. Though, his strands were much shorter in length. His shirtless mass was more toned than his brother by quite a bit. He wore distressed blue jeans that sagged dangerously low.

“Just so you know,” Jayson crossed his arms. Raven rolled her eyes. Here we go, he’s still upset about that sparring match they had together. He has such a fragile ego. “The only reason I lost to you is because,” He forced a swallow. “I got distracted by your breasts.”

“I’m not one to take my brother’s side but,” Jay’s canine teased his lip. “He might be right.” He crossed his arms. “Breasts have always been his greatest weakness.” He let out a deep sigh. “Either way,” He clinched his lips tight together. “You got your ass kicked by an Omega.” Jay busted out laughing. Jayson growled in offense. “Two ranks no, wait.” He paused. “Raven is three ranks beneath you and she still kicked your ass.”

“Shut up, I’m still the Hunter of Nightshade.” Jayson countered. “That puts me a rank above your weak ass,” Jay would stop laughing at him. In frustration, Jayson tackled his brother to the ground. The two of them began to wrestle each other in the grass.

“Strange we are at war but,” Claire shrugged. “Somehow having them around,” She glanced over at the twins as they were playing around. “It makes things easier,” She laughed watching as they wrestled each other to the ground.

Two of their pack members had died. Yet, the twins acted as if their deaths were… Normal. Perhaps to them, this is normal being raised in times of endless war, seeing loved ones die. To people like Raven and her sister who have never witnessed the death of a loved one. This is anything but normal, in fact. There was a part of Raven that feared for her sister’s life. Maybe that’s why even. She’s a little afraid.

Their eyes wandered over at the man standing against the small cabin. His long blood red hair whisked in the cold wind. His well sculpted half naked body was built like a strong tower that stood over all of them. His tanned skin is like living marble, unbreakable. Yet, there were claw marks across his chest and his back had been covered in gashes. His right ear is outlined with gold piercings, while the other bore only one piercing. It was of a single red and white feather. He wore distressed black jeans and black converse shoes with red claw mark designs.

This wolf had many tales to his name though, he never spoke. Raven could remember her meet and greets with him. He never showed any sign of emotion, not one smile, one frown, nothing. His face was so calm and collected. It’s like he didn’t care about anything. The room was filled with nothing but a cold dead silence. She knew only rumors of his tremendous strength. Those rumors only left her with an even greater mystery.

His name is Alejandro. A befitting name seeing as it translates as protector. He began as a servant boy befriended by Lord’s Grimm’s adopted son. The man who was destined to be nothing became Lord’s Grimm’s most dangerous weapon. His blood red eyes were a trademark of what was thought to be a myth among wolves. The killer’s eye. It is said to be given to a werewolf that kills over a thousand vampires. Not much is known about what it does or how powerful this legendary gift is. That wasn’t all Alejandro had to offer either.

Alejandro’s werewolf venom is far more potent than any other werewolf. Once his deadly canines sank into flesh. Even if it were just a gentle bite. It no longer mattered if the person were a human, a vampire or even a werewolf like him. They would die a gruesome and rather painful death. A death so slow, it was too cruel to watch. It was reasons like that why they were told not to get too close to him.

“So tell me,” Jay placed his hands on their shoulders. “What do you two know of our origin, the birth of Nightshade?” This question, it seemed only natural for them to know this answer. They were now members of the notorious pack.

“It began with Lycan, Lord Grimm’s son befriending a servant.” Claire answered. “They fought battles together for many years. Nightshade started as a two person pack. It evolved into what it is today.” That’s the story, they were told at least. “Lord Grimm tested us on it.” She put her hands in her jacket pockets. “I got it right of course.” Jay and Jayson both exchanged bothered glances at each other.

“Lord Grimm would make it seem like,” Jay rubbed his chin. “His precious son is the main character of that story.” He crossed his arms. “Well, I hate to break it to you like this but.” He shook his head. “What he told you is false, that’s not what really happened.” Raven and Claire exchanged glances.

“Are you serious?” Claire whispered.

“I’ll go get the firewood.”Jayson placed his hand on his brother Jay’s shoulder. “These ladies are a part of our pack now.” He smiled at them. “It would be wrong not to share the real origin story. Brace yourselves ladies, you are in for a treat.” He raced off into the woods.

“The truth is,” Jay crossed his arms. “Leader Lycan didn’t start our pack.” He put his hands in his pockets. “He didn’t befriend Alejandro. Actually,” He took a seat in the grass. “Alejandro was the one who befriended him.” Raven didn’t understand. It shouldn’t matter, who befriended who first. It’s not important.

“You might think it doesn’t matter,” Jayson returned, passing pieces of firewood to his brother. “Trust me it matters,” He took a seat while Jay set up the campfire. “Here’s the real story,” He crossed his legs sitting Indian style. “Alejandro was indeed a servant destined to serve the werewolves. He and his family lived to be treated as lesser beings by those they serve. You see, Alejandro was treated like scum, his family like dirt. They would live that way for all eternity but Alejandro.” He shook his head at them.

“He dreamed of being more than what he was destined to be.” Jay lit the campfire. Raven watched as the tense flames lit up the camp site, dancing vibrantly. “He wanted to fight on the battlefield. So what did he do?” Jay took a seat by his brother. “Alejandro trained himself to fight, defying his very purpose. His mother and father begged him to accept what he couldn’t change. Still, he trained every day for that unattainable dream. Where does Leader Lycan fit into this story?” Claire took a seat in the grass.

“One night,” Jayson whispered, “An Alpha decides to claim Alejandro’s mother in front of his father, her husband. She was but a servant forced to do whatever the Alpha asked of her. So, she had to let him.” Raven eyes lingered on the ground. “But,” Jayson paused. “Alejandro did the unthinkable.” Raven sat next to her sister.

“Alejandro,” Jay added, “a ten year old servant boy killed the Alpha.” Raven could hardly believe it. A ten year old child was able to. The amount of strength and skill he had to have just to reach such a feat. That shouldn’t even be possible. She was certain Lord Grimm took note of his strength, he had to. The boy killed an Alpha.

“This angered Lord Grimm,” Jay rose to his feet. “You see, to him. Alejandro was nothing. He had nothing to his name, no worth to anyone. He acted out of term for that he had to be punished.” That had to be a mistake. Lord Grimm had no right to punish him. Even if he could punish him. There’s no way he would-,“Alejandro was to be killed for protecting his mother.” No, that can’t be. He was just a-, “His parents begged Lord Grimm to reconsider. He was only a child. He didn’t know the rules.” He paused. “This request only brought more anger.” Jay put his hands in his pockets. “Remember,”

“They were servants,” Jayson added. “They had no right to ask anything of him. They didn’t just ask him to spare their son. No,” He shook his head. “After witnessing what their son was capable of at such a young age. They had to ask Lord Grimm to give their son a chance to prove himself. To give him... his dream.” He stared into the intense flames. “They were willing to offer their lives just to give their son that chance.”

“What happened next?” Claire asked.

“I guess you could say,” Jay smirked. “Alejandro got his chance.” He tossed a stick into fire, rekindling the flame. “Prince Lycan rose to his feet. He was the exact same age as Alejandro. He told his father that he wanted to be the one to punish the boy. Lord Grimm agreed,” Raven and Claire exchanged glances at each other. “Lycan sought to fight Alejandro to the death. The son of a Lord against a servant boy.” It would be an unfair fight, Lycan was being trained by his father. Even as skilled as Alejandro was. He didn’t have the proper training to beat Lycan. “Alejandro beat him, sword to the throat, the fight was over.”

“He beat Prince Lycan.” Claire gasped. “I don’t understand,” She lowered her head. “If Alejandro could beat him then,” She shook her head. “That doesn’t make sense, if Alejandro is stronger than Lycan then. Shouldn’t he outrank him? Lycan’s our Alpha and He’s our Beta, the roles should be reversed.”

“I guess skill holds little mariet to blood.” Raven’s eyes shifted over to her sister. “Lycan is Lord Grimm’s heir. He couldn’t let his precious son be upstaged by a mere servant boy. So, he used his title as King to give his son the spot as Alpha. Instead of the one who rightfully earned it.” She looked at the twins. “I’m right aren’t I?”

“I’m not certain.” Jay answered. “Nobody really knows why Alejandro was put in the Beta role. It could be a choice, could be that he was cheated, it could be anything.” He stared up at the stars. “I do know, when Alejandro beat Lycan that day. Lord Grimm didn’t take it well, in fact, he saw it as a threat.” -A threat?!-

“The fight was to the death,” Jayson reminded them. “If Alejandro followed through. He would have to kill Lycan. He didn’t but even so, it was a threat on his son’s life. Lord Grimm wanted to have him killed for treason.” Alejandro was only trying to defend himself. Lycan asked for the fight. He put that loss on himself. He shouldn’t have to pay for Lycan’s decision.

“Alejandro’s parents got on her hands and knees and pleaded for their son’s life.” Jay lowered his head. “They traded their lives for his, Lord Grimm accepted and Alejandro had to watch as his parents were killed in front of him.” He finished. “You might think that none of that matters. But it does, You see, even after Alejandro was treated like scum for years and had his parents killed in front of him. He was still able to befriend Lycan.”

“Why would Alejandro befriend the son of the guy who killed his family?” Raven questioned. “Seems to me if Alejandro could have killed Grimm’s son, he should have. The Lord killed his family in front of him.” She crossed her arms. “Nobody would blame him.” Hell, if she were put in the same position as him. The temptation of killing Lycan would have been too great. She would have killed him and not think twice about it.

“He wouldn’t have had a choice,” Claire answered. “Think about it. If Alejandro killed Lycan. Lord Grimm would have retaliated and killed him. The only way he could have walked out of that situation alive. He had to become friends with Lycan.” She leaned inward. “Is that really what happened between them?” It’s true they couldn’t just believe their side of the story. Alejandro has been their father figure for ten years.

“That’s the story,” Jay shrugged. “You can believe whichever side you want.” He leaned against a tree. “To be honest,” He tucked his hands into his pockets. “We weren’t there to see the birth of our pack. Jayson and I,” He voice softened. “We were still cubs. Our parents were,” Jay saddened eyes gazed into the campfire. “They were still alive.” He shut his eyes.

Raven’s navy blue eyes began to burn with rage. The man that walked out of the dark forest. She couldn’t stand him. She overheard him speaking harshly of both her and her sister. He told his father that mere half bloods like them didn’t belong in his pack. He called them garbage and a waste of his time. He’s their Alpha or in other words Leader. Lycan, Lord Grimm’s adopted son.

Lycan kept his long thick brunette hair tied up, while his bangs draped over the left side of his face. His right ear had been outlined with gold piercings, his left ear pierced with a single gold skull piercing. The light of the night sky gleamed across his tanned skin. He remained loyal to the werewolf tradition. His shirtless body was like a testament to his formidable strength. His dark russet eyes were fixated on her for some reason. The entire pack gathered around placing their fearless leader in the center.

“The replacements have arrived.” Lycan’s eyes shifted to Raven. She remained in the far back next to her sister. “I’ll just have to endure,” He just couldn’t stand having her in his pack. The poor guy must be throwing a temper tantrum. “Their unwanted presence.” He shifted his focus back to the rest of the pack. “Alejandro, brother,” He faced their Beta. He replied with a nod stepping forward. Lycan brought his lips to his ear.

“What was that about?” Claire asked.

“Well you see,” Jay began to explain. “Alejandro as Beta, he likes to be the first to hear the orders.” He whispered. “Lycan doesn’t mind indulging him. They sort of run the pack together seeing as this pack is their greatest achievement.” It made sense, it’s just after the story they heard. How could Alejandro allow him to call him brother?

“Lord Grimm predicts that there will be a full moon tonight.” The tone of the Alpha’s voice became serious. His eyes continued to glare at Raven. Lycan’s focus broke when….

“I knew it!” Claire blurted out. Lycan’s eyes formed a menacing glare at her sister. He wasn’t one to tolerate interruptions. Jay placed his hand on her shoulder. He slowly shook his head at her. She put her hands in her jacket pockets, remaining silent.

“We have been ordered to report to our caves tonight.” Lycan proceeded. “We are to remain here at camp tomorrow.” Jay raised his hand, “Yes Tracker,”

“I don’t understand.” Jay narrowed his brow. “The full moon is and has always been our greatest asset. The war is almost over, if we take advantage and charge in. We could cut Lord Alexander’s forces down by at least half.” His eyes remained in eye contact with Lycan. “We would only be risking one or maybe two casualties.” He let out a sigh. “Can we afford to sit still when the full moon is our strong point?”

“Excellent question,” Lycan let out a sigh as if he too were conflicted by this order. “The reason. My father doesn’t want us to take advantage. Is simple,” He walked up to Jay. “The war is at a crucial point even the slightest mistake could mean our death. We have no way of knowing what those leeches have prepared for us. They have countered our every move using our weakness to silver. We can’t afford to act recklessly. ” He placed his hand on Jay’s shoulder as a sign of sympathy.

“I understand,” Lycan reasoned. “The vampire who killed your parents is among them.” Jay lowered his head. “It has been taken into consideration. This is why,” Lycan paused for a moment. His eyes wandered each and every member of his pack. “The order stands, report to your caves. I don’t want to see a single werewolf out tonight.” He ordered, Jay and Jayson left. Raven began to take her leave. The sooner she left the better.

“Omega,” Lycan called out. Raven growled at him. He dared to call her by that degrading rank. “We need to talk.” She walked up to her dreaded leader. Claire remained by her side. Raven knew her sister well enough to know. She wasn’t going to leave her side. Not until she was sure that she wasn’t in any form of danger.

“Medic,” Lycan’s eyes shifted over to her. “Leave us, this conversation doesn’t concern you.” Claire went to argue but Raven touched her arm and shook her head at her. She let out a defeated sigh and left.

“Alejandro,” Lycan turned to face him. Alejandro kneeled before him like a loyal servant. “My dear brother,” He urged him to stand. “You know as well as I do.” He stared into his eyes. “If you don’t report to your cave.” He smiled. “We will all be in great danger.” He replied with a nod and in less than a second. The Beta was gone.

“What do you want, Lycan?” Raven crossed her arms. She was eager to be done with this conversation. He never had anything nice to-. She felt the power of the backside of his hand collide with her face. The impact was great enough to knock her to the ground. It happened so fast, she didn’t even see his hand move. Raven fought to get back up, her lip busted.

“First of all, you will respect me.” Lycan snatched her by her arm pulling her to her feet. He forced her to stand in front of him. Raven tried to jerk, his grip so tight, it felt like he intended to crush her arm. “Second,” He growled at her. “You are to refer to me as Leader or Alpha, I will not have the werewolf code broken by some snobby bitch.” He jerked her arm making her move closer. “Do you understand me, Omega?” He gripped her arm tighter. She cringed as he tried to break it. “I asked you a question.” Lycan raised his voice.

“I’m not,” Raven pulled her arm free of his tight grip. “I refuse to answer to that name.” She glared at him. “I don’t care. You can beat the shit out of me all you want. I will never answer to that name.” Her eyes stared deep into his in sheer anger. He sought to disrespect her and she would not stand for it. The others may be intimidated by him but she damn sure wasn’t.

“Fine,” Lycan breathed. “R-R-Raven,” He forced slowly from his lips. It was like the mere thought of saying her name annoyed him. She was beginning to test his patience. Perhaps now, he’ll start respecting her.

“Now tell me,” Raven crossed her arms. “What is it you want from me?” Lycan began to draw his fist back to strike her again. “Leader Lycan,” She added in a snobby tone. He withdrew his fist, accepting her progress. He took a deep breath.

“I’m glad you asked,” Lycan’s lips took the form of a lustful smirk. Raven began to take a few steps back at the mere sight. “My father and I,” He crouched down picking up a handful of dirt. “We had a rather,” He slowly put out the flames of the campfire with the dirt in his hand. “Interesting conversation about you.” He rose to his feet.

“What about me?” Raven eyes formed a menacing glare. This couldn’t be what she thought. Lycan has hated her since the day he laid his eyes on her. Their hatred for each other has always been mutual. It’s absurd. She couldn’t even begin to fathom him taking a romantic interest in her.

“The war will be at its end soon,” Lycan stuck his hand in his pocket. “My father said that he would be more at ease if I were to,” He paced around her. “Settle down with a woman. Every future king needs a bride and he seems to think that.” His feet stopped. “You would make for a“befitting” wife.” He chuckled. “It’s absurd, like I’d ever want a woman like you for a bride.” He laughed harder. “But then,” He glanced over at her. “My father shared his wisdom with me and I began to understand his reasons.”

“What reasons?” Raven glared at him. She struggled to grasp the concept. There is nothing special about her, she is just an ordinary werewolf. There are hundreds of female werewolves just like her. Let one of them be his bride. Hell, one of them might even be willing. He is a Prince even if he is a royal pain in the ass.

“You have this unshakable will about you.” Lycan put his hands behind his back. “You demand respect. I admire that even if you are just a weak pathetic Omega.” She growled at him in anger. He dared to insult her. “This quality is something that must be present in my Queen. I can’t be with a woman who does not demand respect. She must be able to control the room and do so effortlessly. “ He reasoned. “I would make for a strong King,” He placed his hand on his chest. “But,” He took her hand. “I need a powerful Queen to rule under me.” He kissed her hand, she jerked it away before he could.

“Find yourself another Queen,” Raven went to leave. She felt his hand grab her arm. “I’m not interested.” She turned around. “Your father gives you some dating advice and I’m just supposed to go with it.” She glared into his eyes. “Rule under you that’s rich,” She laughed. “I wouldn’t even rule beside you.” She started to leave but he grabbed her shoulder. He forced her to turn around and face him.

“It wasn’t just my father’s words.” Lycan brought his smooth lips to her ear. “While I was on my way back to camp,” He whispered. “I began to think about those amazing features you possess.” Raven cringed as he ran his hands down her arms. “Those remarkable breasts, so nice, so supple.” She refused to stand here and let him get stiff talking about her features. “Those tasty curves, so divine, sexy.” He whispered. “It didn’t take long for my mind to undress you.” She tightened her hand into a fist.

“Don’t be foolish,” Lycan glared deep in her eyes. She felt chills run down her spine. Raven knew if she even dared to hit him. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill her. “Come to my cave tonight,” Lycan ran a finger along her lips. “I want you to be the first woman to bear my child.” He brought his lips to her ear. “Consider your rank before you answer.”

“Leader Lycan please,” Raven felt powerless. The moment he pulled rank, it became law. Whatever strength she thought she had faded. “I’m only nineteen.” She shook her head. “I’m nowhere near ready to bear any kids.” She took a step back. “I’m still getting used to pack rules.” Raven added. “I don’t understand.” She raised her voice. “Why are you pretending to be in love with me? You hate me.” He didn’t answer. “Now damn it, stop pretending and go back to hating my guts.” Lycan began laughing at her as if she told some joke.

“I never said I was in love with you,” Lycan kept his words blunt. “It is as you said.” He walked up to her. “I hate you,” He grinned. “It is only your body that I loathe. A mere half blood,” He let out a light chuckle. “Doesn’t interest me.” Raven glared into his eyes. “So, you would like me to wait,” He brought his lips close to hers. Raven knew better than anyone how slim his patience is. She had to convince him.

"If you wait,” Raven stepped into his embrace. “I promise,” She gazed deep into his eyes. "It’ll be more fulfilling if you do.” She ran her finger across his protruding collarbone. Lycan’s eyes were eager to follow her action.

"Fine,” Lycan allowed. “If you insist on the wait then you must promise me," His warm breath touched the side of her neck. "That,” He brought his lips to her ear. “No other man is to touch you before me."

"I promise."

"A warning,” Lycan’s lips formed a devilish smirk. “If another man does touch you before me,” Raven could feel the tightness of his grip sending sharp pain through her body. “Both of you will die," He threatened. "I'll see to it, that,” He brought his lips close to hers. “You keep that promise." He pressed his lips against hers. Lycan’s dark presence faded into the shadows of the forest.

"We'll see about that." Raven wiped her lips off heading towards her cave.

Chapter 01:

First Moon

Part

II

Alexander’s elite army resided at the outskirts of a small village. The entire village was masked in blistering flames. Screams echoed in the distance. The members of the army fanned out feasting on the residents. Soon, this village would be reduced to mere ash, another casualty to this war.

Their commander Angel stood at the feet of three graves. He wore a white long sleeved shirt with a solid black shirt over it. He had on a belt with a skull design on the buckle. He wore a pair of distressed blue jeans and black converse shoes. His pale hazel eyes stared at the graves as he marked them with three curses. The curses were all of the same drawing. The shape of an elegant black rose. This particular curse had no purpose. He used it to mark the graves of those that held a special place in his heart.

“Forgive me,” He kneeled before the graves paying his respects.

The gentle currents of the wind rustled through his soft mocha hair. The long strands of his hair stopped just before reaching his shoulder blades. In his hand, he held his most prized possession. It was a platinum ring which he kept attached to a chain around his neck. The front of the ring was shaped like an enraged wolf head. The beasts’ fangs were bared. The eyes of the wolf were filled with tiny sapphires. This ring reminded him of the man he was before he took on the cursed life of a vampire.

“What’s with the graves?” Selene ran her fingers through her sunflower blonde hair. The stream of her locks parted resting at the center of her neck. Her slightly pale skin was covered by white long sleeved shirt with a cropped black shirt resting over it. She wore distressed blue jeans and black converse shoes. Her pale blue eyes were fixated on the graves Angel made. “Were they someone important?”

“It’s nothing,” Angel slowly rose to his feet. “There’s not much time left.” Angel’s eyes stared up at the sky.

The light of the moon was blocked by several clouds. Soon, those clouds will part and a full moon will dawn on them. He and his team had to return to Dusk castle before then.

“Changing the subject?” Selene chuckled. “Oh well,” She crossed her arms. “It’s none of my business anyway.” Her pale blue eyes glanced up at the sky.

“Should I,” Selene reached into the pocket of her jeans. She casually took out a vial and tossed it into the air. “Give the signal?” She caught the vial showing little effort. Inside it, she kept some of her blood which acted as a deadly explosive.

The gentle currents of the wind rustled in Angel’s hair. His eyes lingered on the parting clouds only for a second. “Do it, there’s not much time left.” He ordered.

“As you wish,” Selene tossed the vial into the air. She snapped her fingers. In an instant the vial shattered, unleashing a violent explosion. The entire night sky began to ignite in a dark red light. “That should get their attention.” She crossed her arms leaning against a tree.

“How’s training going?” Selene asked. “Rumor has it that Lord Alexander has taken you on as his student.” Strange, that was supposed to be a secret. Then again, the Vampire Lord’s daughter is among her best friends. She most likely told Selene about her father’s little secret.

“Typical Blaire move,” Angel let out a sigh. “I was asked to keep our training sessions a secret.” He replied. “My only request is that you keep it that way. You know as well as I do. What will happen if word gets out that the King is training me. People will start asking questions sooner or later.”

“People will start to think that you're going to be his replacement.” Selene pointed out. “A rumor like that gets out and,” She ran her thumb across her throat. “Blaire will see to it that her spot on her father’s throne is secure.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “She’s been wanting that throne since birth. I’d hate to be the guy that stole it right from under her.”

“Exactly,” Angel agreed. “Which is why rumors like that can’t get out.” He pointed out. “It’s not even true, Blaire is getting the throne. It’s her birthright, Lord Alexander promised it to her. I doubt he’d go back on his word.” He leaned his back against a tree.

“It’s just,” Selene crossed her arms. “It’s rare for Lord Alexander to take interest in anyone.” She glanced up at the sky. “Not even his own daughter gets that kind of recognition.” She let out a sigh. “I’m still not even sure why he thinks you're so special.” She stared into Angel’s eyes. “I was hoping that maybe,” She walked up to him. “You could clear that up for me. So,” She ran her fingers through her hair. “Any ideas?”

“I’m not sure,” Angel stared at his hands. “The only thing that separates me from the other vampires is my ability. Even so,” He closed his hands. “It’s only curses.” He explained. “Besides, if you want answers.” He walked up to her. “You’re going to have to answer a few of my questions.” He crossed his arms. “You could have told me that you were second in command when we first met in the hall. Instead,” He paused. “You waited.” He stared into her pale blue eyes. “Why?” Selene let out a deep sigh.

“I didn’t want to, simple as that.” Selene walked past him. “Let me break this down for you in a way you can understand.” She turned to face him. “You are Blaire’s play thing. I always place second to her play thing.” She leaned against a tree. “It doesn’t matter how much stronger I am than him. It doesn’t matter how much knowledge I have over the position. I still place second. Second, never first,” She shook her head. “Most of the time,” She laughed. “The guy is a complete asshole and doesn’t give a shit about us. We’re just his pawns. So tell me,” Selene crossed her arms. “Would you like to place second to a guy like that?”

“I see,” Angel let out a sigh. “Well I’m not like them. Or at least,” He placed his hand on her shoulder. “I don’t want to be,” This team, they are the closest thing he was ever going to get to having friends. Given his situation, he needed all the friends he could get.

“I can tell,” Selene removed his arm from her shoulder. “You are nothing like her other suitors.” She pointed out. “Unlike them,” She stared into his eyes. “You don’t just assume authority and well,” She chuckled. “You do things in a different way. I thought you were strange at first.”

“Strange is being a vampire,” Angel’s eyes lingered on his pale skin. “I’m not exactly used to any of this.” He glanced over at her. “Was I really that bad during the introductions?” Selene laughed, placing her hand on his shoulder. “Come on,” He reasoned. “I couldn’t have been that bad.”

“You weren’t bad,” Selene replied. “You were just different.” She added. “Usually when I try to introduce the commander to his team.” She glanced over at him. “I try to do it from a distance. It’s much safer that way,” She reasoned. “He’s less likely to get his head chopped off.” She smirked. “Still meeting them in person,” She laughed. “That takes some balls.”

The two of them faced the burning village as two of their teammates emerged. The first to catch Angel’s attention was Ziek. The right side of his raven colored bangs stopped just before reaching his pale blue eyes. He often wore a solid black muscle shirt to show off his well built physique. He had on black leather fingerless gloves that had a solid diamond plate on the knuckle. He dressed in distressed blue jeans with a studded belt. He wore standard black tennis shoes.

Angel knew Ziek from his previous life. He was once known as Eric Ravenheart. The older brother to his best friend Erika. The proof of his lineage rested on the left side of his neck. He had a tattoo of a raven with its wings spread out encased in a heart. It was no surprise to Angel why Lord Alexander sought to turn him.

Ziek is no doubt skilled in combat. The guy used to compete in tournaments. He had a record of never losing a match. It was that record that landed him in high demand. Even though he hung up the gloves when his sister moved in with him. His reputation precedes him, which is why Lord Alexander forced him to change his name from Eric to Ziek. Like most Vampires, Ziek also has a special ability.

Ziek’s ability is progression. The longer the fight drags out the stronger he becomes. It doesn’t take him long to even the odds. With each passing second, his speed gets higher, his durability gets higher, and it never stops growing until the fight is over. He’s even found a way to significantly increase the results. It’s as simple as taking a deep breath and focusing. That ability combined with his natural skill. It’s no wonder, Lord Alexander claims him as one of his favorites. It was part of the reason why he was given those diamond plated gloves. Well that and he was able to kill the vampire that turned him. Not an easy feat when undergoing transition. Most would deem it impossible.

The second to arrive was Scythe. He has long black hair that he keeps tied in a ponytail. The ponytail reaches his lower back. His pale jade serpent eyes are laced with black eyeliner. He wears a black cropped muscle shirt revealing his toned abs. On his back, he keeps three swords sheathed, two crossing and a katana kept in the center. He has a black dragon tattoo swirling around his left arm. He wears black leather fingerless gloves. His nails painted dark green. He dressed in black pants with a side pouch he kept stocked with sharp poison laced throwing darts. He wears black sandals. Despite his youthful appearance, Scythe is the oldest vampire on the team.

Scythe is Lord Alexander’s best friend. He didn’t want Scythe to join the war, the King feared losing his dear friend. Scythe put the decision to a game of chess, Lord Alexander’s favorite game. He beat him and being a man of his word, Lord Alexander agreed to let him join the war. Now, he is one of the most dangerous assassins and the best strategist on the team. He is also one of the greatest swordsmen Angel has ever seen. His special ability complements this skill to perfection.

Scythe’s ability allows him to manipulate and control whatever his blades can cut. He swings at the air. He can attack at a distance with sharp gusts of wind. He cuts the dirt, he can make a sandstorm. He cuts flames, well, now, he can wield them. The most and by far the most dangerous is when he cuts someone. One drop of blood on his blade, Scythe gains the ability to manipulate the person’s blood. Once that happens, it’s best just to give up.

“Yes,” Ziek raised his fist in the air. “I won,” He lightly punched Scythe on the shoulder. Scythe shot him with a bothersome glare. “Take that Scythe,” He went to punch him again but Scythe casually caught his fist like it was nothing. “Did you just-,” He jumped back. “Oh,” He glared deep into Scythe’s eyes. “I know you didn’t just catch my fist.”

“What,” Scythe shrugged. “Did I do something to offend you?” He didn’t realize that he caught Ziek’s fist. It was that easy for him to do. This is not going to go over well, he just hurt Ziek’s pride. “Oh, I must have.” He rubbed his chin. “Would you mind telling me what I did to upset you?” Ziek’s anger fumes were starting to build.

“That is it,” Ziek yelled. “You,” He pointed at Scythe. “Me,” He pointed at himself. “Training grounds, ten minutes, be there.” He started to walk away from Scythe.

“I would but,” Scythe took out one of his swords. “I wouldn’t want to waste my precious time.” He grabbed a cleaning cloth from his pouch. Ziek’s feet stopped and he turned to face Scythe. He balled his hands into fists as his anger continued to build. “I must apologize.” Scythe wiped off his sword and put it back in its sheath. “That was rude.”

“Yeah it was,” Ziek agreed. “Very rude.” He crossed his arms. “So I’m going to give you a chance to fix it. Alright, so let’s try that again.” Scythe rubbed his chin.

“Let me think for a moment.” Scythe rested his back against a tree. “I don’t want to spar with you because,” He rubbed his chin. “Well let me try to put it in words that a simple minded person like yourself would understand.” Ziek glared into his eyes. Great, he just insulted Ziek’s intelligence, this just got bad. “When you cut someone they bleed.” He explained. “You see so if I were to cut you with my sword.” Ziek tightened his hand into a fist. “I would then get blood on it and well,” He let out a sigh. “Blood is just so hard to clean.” Scythe placed his hand firmly on Ziek’s shoulder. “I hope you understand.”

“I understand that you’re about to get your ass kicked.” Ziek challenged. “You’re just mad that I got here before you.” He pointed at him. “Know what Scythe,” He put his hands in his pockets. “Nobody likes a sore loser.” Scythe let out a deep sigh as if he were bored.

“Nobody likes a sore winner yet,” Scythe shrugged. “Here we are.” He let out another sigh. “Excuse me but I must speak with the commander.” He walked past Ziek who’s eyes were glaring at him. Angel knew Ziek well enough to know. This was going to turn into one hell of a rivalry.

“Commander,” Scythe spoke, Angel cringed. He dislikes titles of supremacy. He preferred to be treated as an equal. “Forgive me,” He apologized. “I have an important task to do for a dear friend.” This dear friend, it’s Lord Alexander. “I will return to the castle when I am finished.” He vanished leaving no trace of his figure.

“Time’s up,” Selene groaned. “He would make me fetch him,” She started walking toward the village. “I’ll be right back.” He figured she was referring to her siblings mainly Brandon. He didn’t seem like the type of person to follow orders given to him by his older sister.

“Tell me Angel,” Ziek put his hands in his pockets. “When you were human,” Angel clenched his necklace. “The day my sister left to be famous,” He walked closer to him. “Did you…miss her?” He laughed. “Forget it,” He waved it off. “I shouldn’t have asked that,” Angel eyes lingered on the moon.

“We’ll find her Ziek.” Angel promised. He wasn’t sure how or when but. He had to see her one more time. “We already discovered that she isn’t a vampire. That could only mean she’s still human or-,” Ziek’s eyes filled with a deep sadness. “We’ll find her, whatever it takes.” He placed his hand on his shoulder. “That is what I said when we first met up at the training ground.” He reminded him.

“To be honest,” Angel glanced up at the stars in the sky. “I thought a lot about what you told me that day. Before I promised to help you find your sister.” His eyes lingered on the stars. “You said that I’ve changed.” He watched as the clouds started to part. “At first,” Angel clenched his necklace. “I thought you were referring to my transition from human to vampire.” Deep down, he knew that wasn’t it. He has changed not just on the outside but on the inside too. He felt more like... himself.

“When I was human,” Angel stared at the ring on his necklace. “I would hide myself away behind a closed door. I was afraid to let anyone in, people would try, but in the end. I would shut the door in their face.” That fear, it was what kept him from showing his true self. “Now as a vampire,” He stared at his hands. “I longer feel the need to hide.” He closed his hands. “I thought this strength I gained came from being a vampire and that none of it was my own.” He stared up at the night sky. “Now, I’m convinced.” He clenched his necklace. “It’s always been there. I just never knew how to use it.”

“I’ve waited a long time to see this,” Ziek chuckled. “Two years to be exact, I was beginning to think I’d never get to see it.” He placed his hand on Angel’s shoulder. His pale blue eyes looked into Angel’s. “It’s great to finally meet the real you. He’s kind of a bad ass if I don’t say so myself.” Angel laughed.

“You’re talking about that flip I did aren’t you?” Angel pointed out. “I’m still not sure where that came from. I just knew if I didn’t jump over you when Brandon threw you at me by accident. I was going to get hurt, so,”He shrugged. “I just did what came natural to me.”

“Yeah, a backflip completely over me.” Ziek chuckled. “Not to mention your back was facing us so you couldn’t even see it happen.” He added. “That was pure instinct.” Ziek draped his arm on Angel’s shoulder. “Looking back, I never would have thought you had that kind of skill. That shit came out of nowhere.” Angel laughed. “Now that the real you has come out to play.” He smirked. “I can’t wait to see what he’s capable of.”

Angel watched as Selene came out of the burning village dragging her younger brother Brandon by the ear. He had his short brown hair spiked back. His pale brown eyes were glaring at Selene. He was dressed in a black leather trench coat with no shirt underneath, His upper body was heavily built. He wore black jeans with a spiked belt around his waist. He had on black leather boots.

Brandon served as Angel’s personal bodyguard. Angel knew little about him but for the most part. Once Brandon realized Angel wasn’t like Blaire’s other suitors. It didn’t take long for them to become friends. He was quick to welcome Angel in with open arms. As for his personality, well. Brandon is just Brandon. That’s all there is to it. Like most Vampires, he also had a special ability.

Brandon’s skin is naturally protected by diamond armor. This grants him a tremendous boost in defense. It also shields him from the sunlight. The only vampire Angel knew. That is naturally immune to the harsh rays of the sun without some sort of enhancement. The downside to his ability is the weight of the armor. It causes his speed to drop drastically. His strength more than makes up for it. It’s thanks to his ability that he is considered Lord Alexander’s secret weapon. He can control Brandon’s diamond armor making him twice as lethal. That’s why he often fights on the front lines.

“Hey, stop being a bitch Selene.” Brandon yelled. “I was trying to,” She yanked his ear, cutting him off. “Let me finish.” He screamed. “I was going to take that home, have you ever heard of leftovers?” He jerked his ear free of her sharp grasp.

“We both know that’s not what you were doing.” Selene crossed her arms. “I know exactly what you were trying to do. Why do I know these things?” She asked him. Brandon cleared his throat.

“You know these things because you enjoy torturing me.” Brandon shouted. “You’re an evil bitch,” He poked her chest, she glared at him. “Only a bitch would stop me from setting up a prank on Jayden.” Selene rolled her eyes. “You know, you could have just let me do it, nobody would have said shit. They’d be laughing and you know it.” He crossed his arms.

“Are you done?” Selene fixed her hair. “I already had this conversation with you. The answer is no. You aren’t going to prank Jayden. Call me a bitch all you want but,” She ran her fingers across his spiky brunette hair. “I’m still the boss and the boss says no. I’m glad we had this talk little brother.” She patted his shoulder. “Now get your ass over there and protect your commander before I beat it.”

“Bro,” Brandon rushed over to Ziek. Selene rolled her eyes. He just ignored yet another order from his sister.

“Brandon, you just,” Ziek began but Brandon cut his words.

“Bro, Bro,” Brandon’s voice filled with excitement, “You gotta listen to me man.” He draped his arm on Ziek’s shoulder. Selene tapped her foot in frustration. Angel shook his head. He’s still ignoring her command. It’s like he’s trying to get his ass kicked.

“Brandon, I think you should-,” Angel tried to speak, he cut him off.

“Bro,” Brandon glared at Angel. “I’m talking to Ziek,” He motioned towards Ziek. “Don’t interrupt me man.” He crossed his arms. “It’s not cool,” He added. “Besides you’re safe bro. If a werewolf comes for ya, I’ll punch it in the face.” That’s not the point, he should obey his sister. She is the second in command. “Anyway,” He cleared his throat returning to his conversation with Ziek.

“Okay so Bro,” Brandon smiled. “I had been meaning to talk to ya. You remember that sparring session we had.” He put his hands in the pockets of his coat. Ziek rubbed his chin thinking for a moment. “Come on, you got to remember it.”

“You must be talking about the one where you threw me.” Ziek answered. “Brandon, we do need to talk about that. You do realize that you threw me at Angel by accident right?” He asked. “I just want to point that out cause Angel could have got hurt.”

“He flipped over you. He’s fine.” Brandon shrugged. “If he was a real man, he’d stand there and take that shit.” He punched his hand. “I mean yeah, he’d break a few bones but he’d heal up.” He can’t be serious. Angel shook his head, “People throw shit at me all the time, you don’t see me dodging it. No, I stand there and take that shit.”

“Um, Brandon,” Ziek rubbed the back of his neck. “You do realize that not everyone is as durable as you right?”

“Yeah, not everyone is as cool as me.” Bradon chuckled. “It’s a good thing Angel did that flip.” Brandon wiped his brow. “Blaire would have chewed my ass out if he got crushed. But, he dodged so we’re good.” Aside from the fact, if by chance Ziek had crashed into Angel. He would’ve been badly hurt. Angel wanted to add. “But anyway, after that match we were in the hospital talking. I had a couple of bruises, you had a couple of bruises. It was a great match Bro.”

“It was. I enjoyed it.” Ziek agreed. “So why are you bringing up our sparring match again?” He crossed his arms. “Oh, wait,” He stopped him. “Yeah, I remember that conversation. You were talking about how awesome it was that I could throw you. Though, I don’t really remember the rest of that conversation.”

“Well of course not Bro,” Brandon replied. “I chunked you clear across the room. You landed head first into the wall. I had to get my sister to check on you, I was scared, man. You weren’t moving. She gave you some meds. You were saying all kinds of weird shit.” Ziek shook his head. “Wait a sec,” He punched Ziek’s arm. “That’s for talking about my sister’s-,” Ziek covered his mouth. Selene turned to face him.

“What were you talking about Ziek?” She asked.

“Nothing,” He faked a smile. “Just talking,” Ziek released Brandon’s mouth. “Okay we are never to discuss what was said while I was medicated.” He scolded him. “Hell, I don’t even know what I said,” He pointed at himself. “Let’s just drop it.” Angel busted out laughing. Selene’s face. She was just dying to know what was said. “Okay Brandon, get to the point before your sister kills me.”

“Team Powerhouse,” Brandon stated like he was hanging the word on his mantle. “We were saying we needed a team name and I got it. Bro, you’re strong, I’m strong. We’re strong and together we are Team Powerhouse.” He held his fist out. “Come on, don’t act like you don’t want to join, you want to join.”

“Well if it makes you happy then,” Ziek let out a sigh. “What the hell.” He bumped fists with him. “Just so you know.” He rested his arms across his chest. “That team name is never going to stick.” Brandon stood in confidence, a prideful smirk formed on his face.

“Trust me, it’s going to stick.” Brandon nodded to himself.

Angel turned to face the final two members of the team. The Healer, Patience, Selene’s twin sister. Angel knew her from her side job. She is also tasked with helping humans adjust to the life of a vampire. He only had a few sessions with her. Most of which, he never said a word. It was easier for him to keep his pain locked tight inside a bottle. No matter how hard she tried to make him open that bottle he wouldn’t.

Patience has long beautiful sunflower blonde hair that reaches her lower back. Her pale blue eyes were laced with black eyeliner and a hint of pink eye shadow. She wore a black choker around her neck that had a pink butterfly design on it. She also had a pair of butterfly earrings to match. Both were gifts from her boyfriend. She was dressed in a pink long sleeve shirt and faded blue jeans. They had the design of three butterflies on the lower left pant leg. She wore a floral pink belt and pink converse shoes.

Patience is the opposite of her twin sister Selene in every way possible. She is kind hearted, caring, and had very little experience in combat. Selene did manage to train her some but that only goes so far. The two of them could hardly stand each other, Patience is what Selene liked to call the pretty one. Though, She has way more to offer than just a pretty face. Unlike most vampires, Patience does not have a special ability. Her ability is one that all vampires can do but most of them can’t. That is the ability to heal.

The healing ability is divided into three separate classes. Third Class, low level healing. Minor bruises, scratches, lightweight stuff. Second Class, Deep gashes, wounds, the knowledge of medicines, all the way up to short term rapid regeneration. Last and the hardest to achieve, First Class. Someone who can heal fatal wounds, wounds that if not treated right then and there the victim could die. This person has to be able to heal at a moment’s notice. Second nature even. They can also inflict paralysis which is the only combat skill healers can use. The reason paralysis is so rare. It requires them to use their knowledge in situations that most healers aren’t used to. It goes completely against what they are taught. Which is to not engage the enemy and keep a distance. Rumor has it, only two people have achieved first class and Patience is one of them.

The vampire that walked beside her is Jayden, He’s the newest addition to the team. His silver hair draped over the left side of his face. His bangs stopped just before reaching his pale blue eyes. He had a tattoo of two swords crossing over a shield on the right side of his neck. He wears a black shirt with a skull on it. Over it, he wore a button up shirt that was white and covered in grey flame designs. He had on a grey and black backpack that was filled with medicines and all sorts of weaponry. He wore faded blue jeans and grey converse shoes.

Jayden was turned by Scythe. He used to be a part of the human faction but he got into a fight with some werewolves. When Scythe found him, he was fatally wounded and the only possible way Scythe could have saved his life was to turn him. Once he did, Jayden had no choice but to side with the vampires. His transition is so recent which is indicated by his small vampire fangs. Not one person knows what his special ability is or if he even has one. For now, he serves as the team’s supply boy or as he likes to call himself, the source.

“It’s okay.” Patience’s arm draped over Jayden’s shoulder. The boy was shivering. Jayden’s lips were soaked in blood, his silver hair stained by crimson. This was Jayden’s first time feeding on a human. Angel could recall his first time, not like he could forget. It was horrifying. “You’ll get the hang of it.” She wiped the blood from his lips. “I’ll teach you,”

“Like you could teach him,” Selene fixed her hair. “You’re still drinking from blood packs.” Selene’s finger pointed at the blood pack. The blood pack rested in the pocket of Brandon’s coat. “We may be related but we are nothing alike.” Patience reached into Brandon’s pocket taking the blood pack. She began to slurp the blood from it as her sister spoke. “I trained you and yet you still fight with “grace”. Since when has my fighting style even been graceful?”

“Yours may not be but mine is,” Patience placed her hand on her chest. “I’m not like you, so I changed a few things.” She handed Jayden a napkin to clean himself up. “Anyway,” She put her hands on her hips. “The real problem here is,” She ran her fingers through her hair. “You’re jealous of me. I’m not saying that to be smug or cocky. I’m saying that because we both know it’s true.” Selene scoffed.

“I’m jealous of you,” She hitched a laugh. “Right, I’m so jealous of a girl who barely knows how to defend herself. I’m so jealous of a girl that’s built like a damn toothpick.” She spoke her voice filled with sarcasm. “Maybe if you worried less about your appearance and more about the fact this is a war. I’d have more respect for you.”

“Say what you want Selene,” Patience argued. “I’m still your sister.” Her pale blue eyes glared at her sister. “Bubba,” She faced her younger brother Brandon. “Let’s head back to the castle together.” Brandon replied with a nod. She tossed Angel a small bag full of sleep powder. “You’re the fiancée that means you’re in charge of feeding her.” The rest of the team followed her aside from Selene.

“You could be honest with her,” Angel advised. “All Patience wants from you is just a fragment of vulnerability.” Selene glanced up at the moon. Angel knew she cared for her sister, her brother, everyone in the team. She just refused to show it. Selene was just too afraid of being vulnerable. “I’m just giving you advice.” He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Like I said, I consider you all my friends.”

“I’d better,” Selene ran her finger through her hair. “Get back to the castle.” He let out a sigh as she once again ignored his advice. She’d be able to open up one day, he just hoped it was sooner than later. Not like he was one to talk, he struggled with his feelings just as much as she did. Perhaps that’s why. He’s always been partial to Selene. She’s the only person here who actually had a chance of understanding him.

The light of the full moon gleamed down on Dusk Castle. The entire castle is protected by mountains. The only way to enter the vast fields around the castle was to enter a cave. This cavern is set up like a dark labyrinth. The inside of the castle walls were nothing short of elegance, from the grand staircase to the throne room.

Angel arrived in the shrine of the bats where his fiancee Blaire waited for him. Her hair was crimson red and went to mid back. Her pale brown eyes were glaring right at him. She was dressed in a black leather jacket that was partially unzipped to show off her features. She wore tight leather pants and black leather heeled boots.

“You’re late,” Blaire snapped her fingers. Her servants came to collect her food. Angel handed over the sleeping human that rested on his shoulder. “The full moon set,” She took the man biting onto his neck. She drained the life out of him in mere seconds. “I told you,” She wiped the blood from her lips. “I wanted your ass back here before then.” She rose to her feet in anger. Her pale brown eyes took the form of a menacing glare. “Do I need to remind you of the dangers of being out during the full moon?”

“Blaire, I lost track of time and-,” Angel began.

“Enough,” She raised her voice. “I don’t want to hear your excuses.” She returned to her throne. “They’ll only bore me.” Her eyes trailed off to her engagement ring. Blaire snapped her fingers. “Dispose of him,” The servants took the lifeless body away. Angel prepared to leave. “I didn’t say you could leave yet, dearest.” He cringed at the word. “You seem to forget who it is you're marrying or does my father need to remind you?” Lord Alexander snapped his fingers, diamond chains shot out of the ground prepared to confine him.

“More chains,” Angel half smiled. “I guess nothing has changed.” He put his hands in his pockets. Those chains, they confined him once, he thought he would be afraid but this time he wasn’t. “There’s no need for that Lord Alexander,” His eyes shifted towards the Vampire Lord as he sat there in his throne. The chains withdrew as Angel faced his bride-to-be. “Tell me Blaire, what is it you want from me?”

“When you were confined in that cage,” Blaire rose from her throne. Her heels clacking as she paced around him. Yes, he could remember that cage. The steel iron bars, the concrete floor stained in blood, and the corpses that laid on the floor. Lives, Angel had to take in order to stay alive, Blaire forced this on him. All those deaths were for a chance to make him her husband. Blaire got what she wanted.

“You were only wearing those filthy boxers,” Blaire’s red lips formed lustful smirk. “Your flawless skin was taunting me,” Her eyes traced his figure. Angel’s stomach began to turn. “I was able to provide you with immense pleasure.” She ran her finger across his lip. There was no pleasure found in that cage, what Blaire did to him was vile, gross. He hoped to forget that her hand ever touched him. “Now you are free from that cage,” She brought her lips close to his. “You are free to feel so much more,”

“Sex,” Angel stopped her lips before she could kiss him. “Is that what you want?” She replied with a nod. He would never allow her to have him in that way. Angel intended to save his innocence for someone else. “Lord Alexander,” He faced the Vampire Lord’s throne. “Your daughter, a virgin, wishes to fuck me.” Lord Alexander’s eyes began to fill with anger. “As her father you can’t tell me you approve of this.”

“Blaire,” Lord Alexander’s eyes formed a menacing glare. The Lord’s daughter bit her lip in anger. “I will not allow you to offer yourself over to any man. You are my daughter. I refuse to let anyone defile my daughter. Do I make myself clear?” Angel brought his lips to her ear.

“Like I told you in that cage,” Angel lowered his voice to a faint whisper. “Nothing of mine will ever be yours. That includes this,” He pointed at his heart, “and this,” He pointed at his crotch. “You’re not the only one who can hide behind your father,” He whispered, Blaire glared at him. Angel began to walk away.

“Grandchildren,” Blaire spoke, -what?!- Angel stopped in place. She can’t be serious, her, bear his child? No, he’d never allow a sick disgusting woman like her to bear any of his kids. “Angel can provide you with a grandchild.” She turned to face her father. “A new heir for the throne. That’s his role as my future husband is it not?” She questioned. “You can’t deny him his right to provide a powerful heir. You said it yourself father,” Blaire glanced over at Angel. “Angel’s gift is one of a kind, unique and limitless. Who else could provide a worthy heir if not him?” Angel went to counter her argument.

“Enough,” Lord Alexander rose to his feet. “Angel, my daughter has brought on a notable point. You should be thrilled to be given the opportunity to provide a future heir. Or is my lineage not to your liking.” He didn’t answer. “You are to lay with my daughter tonight and start working towards a new future. That is your role as her husband, it’s time you began to fulfill your purpose.” He glared at Angel, “Do I make myself clear?”

“I understand,” Angel replied in a defeated tone. Blaire smirked, jerking him toward her. Her red lips drew close to his ear. Her hands took hold of him, keeping him close. She got him. There was nothing he could do. Once again, he was left powerless.

“It’s like I told you in your cage, my dearest Angel.” Blaire whispered. “You will be mine.” Angel felt her hand grope his sack, squeezing it lightly. He glared into her eyes angered by the connection. “I expect to be bedridden tonight,” She started to rub his heft sack. Angel caught her hand stopping the action. “Think you can handle that.” Blaire jerked her hand free of his grasp. “Oh,” Blaire smirked. “Just so you don’t get any ideas,” Angel felt a sharp needle pierce the right side of his tender neck. He dropped to his knees screaming in sheer agony. He took notice of an empty syringe lying at her feet.

“Son of a-,” Angel fought to move, his body felt so weak. The right side of his neck burned as if a powerful acid were eating at his flesh. This substance is…holy water. While it rested in his bloodstream, he couldn’t use his curses. She didn’t use enough to kill him, just enough to weaken him.

“See you tonight.” Blaire stepped on the syringe shattering it with her heel. He rested on his knees fighting with the pain coursing through his body. His eyes watching as the doors to the throne room slammed shut. What was he going to do? In this state, there was no way he could stand up to her.

The moment the pain faded, Angel began to make his way over to his usual spot. His eyes wandered the bar inside the castle. This is the place vampires drown their sorrows and mourn their losses. For him, this was a place for surrender. He took a seat at the bar stool just as he did every night. His eyes were pained at the sight of the engagement ring on his finger, a reminder of all the pain he faced within. Now he’d make his choice.

“I’d like-,” Before Angel could finish, the bartender slid him his drink. His eyes lingered on the glass. It was nothing but blood mixed with alcohol, it did nothing but numb the pain. Though, Angel wouldn’t know. He’s never used methods like this to hide his pain. This drink, Angel knew if he took even one drink, there’s no way he’d stop. He wouldn’t stop until all the pain was gone. Angel just sat there staring at the glass as if it were a mere reflection of everything he didn’t want to be. Would he surrender and become that person tonight?

“So Angel,” Patience took a seat next to him. He didn’t acknowledge her, his eyes remained on the glass. “Tell me, what are you thinking about?” Angel didn’t answer. This was just another one of her therapy sessions. She wasn’t going to get anything out of him. His pain belonged inside a bottle locked tight. “I figured since you refuse to see me, I’d come to see you.” She held his hand as he stared at his glass. “Angel, I care about you so please let me help you.” She offered. “Talk to me, I can’t help unless you give me something.”

“It’s Blaire,” Angel shut his eyes. “I’m supposed to have sex with her tonight. I tried to escape it by hiding behind her father but,” His eyes returned to his glass. “He wants me to start acting like her future husband and allow her to bear my child. I haven’t been with anyone in a sexual sense. I was hoping to preserve it but it seems I don’t have a choice.” He turned to face her. “I need your advice, is there any way I can preserve my innocence at least for one more night?”

“I was wondering when Blaire was going to start making sexual advancements toward you.” Patience crossed her legs. “Okay well, you could always try talking to her but I seriously doubt that’s going to work. Blaire doesn’t take rejection well. It’s why the commander is always her future husband, he never gets a choice.” She explained. “I’m guessing you intended to save yourself for another woman. Is that why you don’t want to have sex with her?” Angel replied with a nod. “Okay then, my advice to you in regards to the sex. Think of it as practice for the woman you were saving yourself for. Blaire’s going to be your first, there’s just no way around it at this point.”

“I guess you’re right,” Angel agreed. “There’s no way I can keep dodging her like this.” He let out a sigh. “She injected me with holy water earlier.” He placed his hand on his neck. He could still feel a faint burn from the injection. His curses wouldn’t return until morning. “In my current state, she could steal my innocence from me. I wouldn’t be strong enough to stop her. Though, I have another problem in regards to-,” He noticed a vial of medicine lying on the table in front of him.

“I was saving that for this very moment,” Patience glanced over at the vial. “I created this medicine. If you slip that into Blaire’s drink. It will erase all traces of your release. I have already tested it on myself.” She glanced over at the guy standing in the back of the bar. Angel remembered him as her boyfriend. “It’ll work, I wasn’t about to let Blaire bring a child into this,” She ran her fingers through her hair. “There are a lot of things I tolerate but using a child as a weapon isn’t one of them.” She began to leave.

“Patience,” Angel spoke, making her stop. “How did you know I’d be here?” He put the vial of medicine in his pocket. Her eyes turned to face him, her lips forming a friendly smile. He turned in his chair facing her.

“Every day you come here and buy a drink,” Patience glanced over at the glass. “You never drink it. You just stare at it,” She took a seat next to him. “I never understood why but now I finally get it. That drink,” Patience pointed at the glass. “It symbolizes everything you don’t want to be. You aren’t the guy that drinks his troubles away. You don’t hurt women or treat them with disrespect, that’s not you. You wouldn’t even depend on rough sex to get back at them.” Angel glanced over at her. How did she know he was considering it?

“More important than any of that,” She took hold of his hand. “You aren’t the guy that stops caring just because a woman has hurt you. You fight and you don’t let her win. At the end of the day, you don’t break. That’s the Angel I know,” She chuckled playfully. “See, we only had one session together and it didn’t stop from figuring you out.” Patience smiled, he let out a sigh, he couldn’t argue with her there.

“For what it’s worth,” Patience rose to her feet. “I wish Blaire had chosen someone else. Angel, you are good to all of us. You don’t deserve to be treated the way she treats you. I hope one day Blaire realizes that.” She patted Angel’s shoulder. “Now do me a favor,” Patience winked at him, “Put that drink in front of you to use. We both know you aren’t going to drink it.” She rushed over to her boyfriend taking her leave.

“Actually,” Angel had an idea. He whistled at the bartender. “Could I get another drink for my fiancée?” He ordered. The bartender slid him another drink. “Much appreciated.” He paid for the drinks, taking his leave. While he was walking towards Blaire’s room, Angel poured the medicine into her cup. He would attempt to sway her from sex, if that failed, this served as mere practice.

“You’re late,” Blaire’s eyes formed a menacing glare. “I was beginning to think that I would have to drag you from your room.” Her slender body was laced in a thin silk nightgown. The strap over her right shoulder draped low, revealing more of her chest. The garment was cut short barely covering her lace panties. “What are the wine glasses for?” She climbed out of her large bed.

“Well we’re both virgins,” Angel shrugged. “We’re engaged and I figured before we defile one another.” She brought her lips close to his. “We could share a toast,” He handed her the spiked cup. Blaire whisked the contents of the drink around.

“A toast,” Blaire raised her brow. “You kept me waiting for a toast.” She placed her hand on her hip. “Whatever,” She shrugged. “You’re finally cooperating so I guess that’s a start.” Angel stared at his glass.

“To being each other’s first,” He held his glass out to her. Blaire tapped her glass against his. Angel took a small drink. She took a drink holding the glass to her red lips, chugging it. “Blaire,” He set his glass on her night stand. “There’s something we need to discuss,” Blaire set her empty glass down. Her lust filled hands began to tamper with his neck, reaching further down his fine flesh.

“What is it?” Blaire began pressing her red lips against his neck. “Am I not good enough for you?” Her eyes took the form of a death glare. Angel was no match for her without his curses. He couldn’t compete with her in physical combat. Blaire had the gift to create weapons from diamond or even cloak a body part in diamond. Without his curses this left him at a disadvantage.

“No, it’s not that.” He said choosing to be careful with his words. “I understand you don’t want to wait but,” Angel ran his finger through her hair. “Would you consider waiting for my sake?” She began to laugh at him.

“You must be joking,” Blaire chuckled. “You’re a guy.” She ran her finger through his hair. “You’re expected to lunge at girls when they offer themselves.” She kissed his neck. “Don’t tell me,” Blaire’s finger traced his lips. “You’re afraid to have a good time with the hottest girl you’ll ever fuck.” She is indeed a woman to be lusted after. Though, after all the pain she put him through, he wouldn’t feel any attraction to her. The only thing he felt toward her was anger. This anger, he kept bottled inside himself. “Quit playing games with me, you want me so,” She brought her lips closer to his. “Take me.” Blaire began to lean in for the kiss.

“That’s just it,” Angel stopped her. “I’m not joking.” He looked into her eyes. “Is it so wrong for a guy to wait till he’s married before he has sex?” The wedding was only a couple days away anyway. It wouldn’t be a long wait but it at least spared his innocence for a little while longer. That’s all he wanted. “I have a choice too. it’s not just about you. So I’m asking you to consider my choice.” She laughed.

“Your choice,” She repeated. “I hate to burst your bubble but who said you had a choice.” Blaire glared into his eyes. “Because I’d like to know,” She placed her hand on her chest. “Who said you,” She pushed him, Angel’s body crashed into her dresser. “Had a choice,” He went to punch her, she caught his fist. “I damn sure didn’t.” Blaire arched her knee deep into Angel’s stomach.

“Now I did not put on this silk nightgown,” Blaire struck Angel in the stomach again. “So you could say no to me,” The back side of her hand struck him in the jaw. Angel shook off the attack grabbing her by her shoulders pinning her against the wall. “When,” Blaire smirked at him. “All that matters is me.” She swiftly kicked Angel in the balls. He arched over gripping his aching groin. “I don’t give a damn about you,” She grabbed his throat, choking him. “Or what you would like to do.” She forced his head forward slamming it into the wall. “It’s about what I want to do.” Blaire chunked Angel onto her bed, he jumped at her.

“I’m Lord Alexander’s daughter,” She cloaked her fist in diamond. She struck Angel in mid air knocking back onto her bed. He fought to get back on his feet after being struck with what felt like a powerful club. “I always get what I want,” She rested on his lap, Angel fought to move. His body still ached from being hit. “Shut up and get busy.” She grabbed Angel’s shirt making him kiss her. He tried to pull away but Blaire grabbed his cheeks keeping their lips together.

“Blaire, I-,” Angel felt her body chafe against his crotch. She tore at his shirts, removing both the white long-sleeved shirt, and the black shirt he wore over it. Her lustful hands began to marvel at the mere sculpture of his smooth chest. Her playful finger tips moved slowly down from his nipples heading towards his toned abs. Her index finger traced the well-drawn treasure trail leading her to his. “I can’t do this.” She swatted his hands as he tried to stop her from jerking at his jeans. She grabbed his wrists forcing him onto the mattress. He shut his eyes tightly as the zipper of his jeans began to descend. The button started to become loose as Blaire reached inside his boxers. “Blaire please,” He pleaded. She bit the side of his neck, drinking his blood. Angel let out a soft moan, why did this feel so good?

“You like that don’t you,” Blaire reached into his boxers rubbing his jewels. “There it is, come on, don’t fight, you want me.” Angel bit his lip. He tried to pull her hand out but this attention. No matter how much he hated to admit it, her hand provided him with much pleasure. The way she caressed his heft balls, she treated them as if they were a precious pair of gemstones. Angel hitched a light grunt, oh man, he’s getting hard. He tried to not think about it but she knew she had him. “Oh yes, that’s it,” She pressed her lips against his, Angel hips began to push into her. Angel laid her on the mattress pinning her by her wrists. His whole body ached for release, there’s no real point in fighting anymore. Angel removed his jeans leaving them on the floor.

“Fine,” Angel whispered in her ear. “I’ll service you.” He pulled her night gown off revealing her red lace bra and panties. He gripped her concealed breasts. His vampire teeth sunk into her neck tasting her blood as his hands fondled her. Her hands gripped his hungry sides pushing his clothed eminence hard on into her. He unclipped her bra, tossing it aside. He pressed his lips against her buds lightly running his tongue over them.

“Oh, yes,” Blaire gripped Angel’s ass, pushing him into her. “Uhhnn,” She moaned, Angel shifted to her other breast licking her hard fleshly nubs. He ran his zest lips down her skin, kissing between her breasts, down to her taut stomach, tasting her graspable hips. He wedged his sharp vampire teeth into the fabric of her panties. He skillfully slid her panties down her figure with his teeth tossing them aside. He started to remove his boxers but. Blaire quickly snatched him by his boxers, throwing him onto her. Her slick tongue broke into his saturated cavern gliding over his tongue. Angel slipped his finger into her moist crevice, lightly prodding her.

“Oh, y-y-e-s, uhnn that’s it,” She cried out, Angel’s light touch squeezed her breast as his finger pushed into her. Blaire’s back started to arch, as Angel fed her bliss using his finger. “More, ah, yes,” Blaire let out a loud moan as another finger took entry. “Oh, Angel,” She grabbed his waist, lowering his boxers. Blaire’s lustful eyes stared at his trimmed mocha pubic hair. She pulled his solid black boxers down further. His stout erection emerged at the mere sight. Blaire gripped his ass cheeks pulling him closer to her face.

“Well,” Angel raised his eyebrow, tossing his boxers aside. It was strange, the way Blaire thirsted after his cock. It was like she thought of it as the ultimate skeleton key. He knew Blaire was but a slave to her sexual desires but never knew that. She was this far gone.

“My Angel, I never knew you were so,” Blaire took his cock into her hand. Her eyes were examining his every inch. “Gifted,” She sniffed him, taking in the scent of his masculinity. Her finger ran up and down his inches. “It’s much better than I imagined in that cage.” She grabbed the back of his neck forcing their lips together. He was certain of two things. One, Angel wouldn’t claim her innocence using his cock. He didn’t want it to begin with, so before he entered her. He slipped his two fingers into her, poking her cherry.

“Uhhn, oh, fuck, yes,” Blaire let out moan after moan, as he aimed to disarm her cherry using his fingers. “That’s it,” He felt her getting wetter after each and every attempt. Angel gripped her hip moving her into his fingers claiming her innocence at last. Blaire’s legs spread out as her head arched. Angel took hold of her legs taking his length pushing into her. The second thing, Angel refused to do. He covered his mouth as her moist wet crevice engulfed the head of his dick. He refused to cry out for her, he didn’t care about her and would never let her name escape his lips.

“Oh,” Blaire’s forced Angel’s handsome body on top of her. He slammed his palms on the mattress. With sharp quick motions, he pushed himself deeper inside her. He bit his lip fighting every self forsaken moan. This rhythm, impulsive, he couldn’t stop it. There was just no way to describe the way it felt to have his dick buried deep inside her. The sweet sensation, oh yes, fuck yes. “Fuck me Angel, oh yes,” She wrapped her arms around him, her red nails digging into the tattoo of angel wings that resided on his back. The massive bed continued to shake, yes, he bit his lip as his hips struck rapidly. The headboard clashed into the wall, her night stand began to shake.

“Uhnn,” Angel grunted lightly, his tight grip clinching to the bed sheets. His lust knew no restraint. Blaire’s moans beckoned his hips. He took her slender curves into his hands, throwing her body into him. “Uhnn, yes,” He pressed his lips against hers. His stomach coiled, muscles tightened, so much pleasure. He fought to contain it. The bed continued its violent shake. His wine glass stumbled off the nightstand shattering on the floor. Blaire’s nails scraped into his back, her wetness encasing his pride as he...

“O-o-oh, y-yes,” Blaire’s back started to arch. Angel hated that he enjoyed this so much. Why did it feel so good? He hated Blaire but when he fucked her. He felt as if he were in control, he felt empowerment beyond belief. Her lips begged for him, for release. Her nails scratching at his back trying to suppress her need for his. Angel had her at his mercy, with every motion, she surrendered.

“Bedridden,” He whispered into her ear. “Is that what you said earlier?” Angel lips formed a confident smirk. Blaire replied with a nod, he wasn’t sure if he could but. He would try his damnedest to ensure. He made her feel his rage with every thrust. Angel grabbed her hips no longer sparing an ounce of strength or speed. His inches shoved into her, again, again, each time the bed began to buckle and break.

“Angel, uhhn,” Blaire screamed out her nails tearing into his back. Her head flung back, her back arching even more. He bit his lips drawing blood as his cock began to drip with sweet ecstasy. He could feel it, his bottled up pain building and building till it was ready to burst. This sweet aroma, they had created, like a drug. It forced his powerful hips into her again and again. Angel held her hips tight, the bottle started to leak out of him, with each thrust. He cringed trying to suppress his current. “Fuck,” She cried out her nails digging deep into Angel’s back. Her release crashed into him like a deadly current.

“Bl-,” No, Angel wouldn’t cry out her name. He gripped the headboard with every ounce of strength he had. A strong wave of flashes flickered in his mind. The bottle poured out with every thrust he fed her his euphoria. His rhythm started to fade into weak taps. That was close, He let go of the headboard seeing the indentation of his hand crushing the wooden frame. He began to search for his clothes.

“Angel,” Blaire spoke, breaking the silence. Her hands wrapped around him taking him into bed with her. “You are,” She climbed over him pressing her lips against his. “A sex god,” She began to kiss his chest as he pulled the blankets over him. “I can’t wait for us to play together again,” Angel laid his head on the pillow. Great, he was expected to do this again. Way to go, he fucked her so well. She wants to do it again, curse his lack of control and his stupid sex drive. Damn it, he wanted to scream. He let out a sigh, better get used to it.

“Sex god,” Angel turned to face her. “I’m not really sure you can make that kind of call. You just lost your virginity.” He explained. “Besides,” He checked beneath the sheets. He was told that Vampires don’t require sleep but even they had their sexual limit. “I need to recover, he’s not moving. What about you?”

“I need to recover,” Blaire smirked. “I’d say you handled it.” She pressed her lips against his. “How was I?” She turned to face him.

“Well, you’re the first girl that I-,” Angel rubbed the back of his neck. “I think you did pretty damn good.” Blaire smirked, resting her head on his chest. He didn’t understand. He wasn’t supposed to enjoy having sex with her. He hated her so much, how could he enjoy having sex with her? No, it had nothing to do with her. He didn’t enjoy her, no he enjoyed the freedom. For a moment, the pain he felt inside was gone. If only this pain would find a way to disappear. Deep down, Angel knew it wouldn’t. Not while he was expected to marry Blaire. His heart belonged to someone else, a woman he was searching endlessly for. Erika, he needed to see her again.

Chapter 02:

Aftermath

Part

I

The full moon passed, sharp aches began to cover her body. Raven’s eyes began slowly opening as the constant aches started to wake her. It felt like her bones were rearranging themselves by snapping in and out of place. She stretched out her body causing the sharp aches to fade. She curled up in a ball. Her raven hair cloaked her chest while her eyes searched her cave for any sign of their so-called Alpha. She let out a sigh of relief glad that he was at least a man of his word. She quickly grabbed her clothes from last night, slipping them on.

The second Raven stepped out of her cave. She took notice of the falling leaves, it was weird to her. Fall is usually a time of cold weather. Somehow, she still felt warm. Guess it was another perk of being a-

“Sister,” Claire began walking through the fall leaves. Her shoes crushed the dying leaves as she walked toward her. She was dressed in the same clothes as last night. “Leader Lycan,” Raven’s heart sank at the name. She wished she could forget the conversation that happened last night. “He wishes to speak with you.” Claire put her hands in her jacket pockets. “Okay,” She raised her brow. “I can tell something is wrong with you.”

“It’s nothing,” Raven’s feet treeded faster through the leaves, keeping ahead of her sister. The last thing she needed to do was drag her sister into her affairs. She knew Lycan well enough to know he’s dangerous. He wouldn’t think twice about hurting her sister. She had to protect her from this. But like usual, Claire couldn’t help but get involved.

“I know it’s something,” Claire accused. Raven could not let her get involved. She had to deal with her Lycan problem on her own. “Why don’t you ever tell me anything?” Claire blocked her path. “We’re sisters Raven.” She raised her voice. “We need to look out for each other. We are all that we got, nobody else is going to stick up for us. That means we need to help each other.” Forget it. She wasn’t going to drag her younger sister into this. Raven could handle this by herself. “Please just tell me what Leader Lycan told you last night.”

“You’re too young to understand,” Raven walked ahead of her. “Just let me handle it.” She let out a sigh. Claire stood there in silence, she imagined her sister to be heartbroken. This was supposed to be their chance to bond and act like sisters but. Raven knew she wasn’t acting the part. “Even if I told you, you wouldn’t be able to help.” She reasoned.

“You don’t know that for sure,” Claire replied. “Maybe I can help but I need to know what’s going on first. Just give me that chance,” Raven bit her lip, damn it, her sister just wouldn’t let this go. What part of Lycan will kill her if she helped her did her sister not get? Hell if Raven tried to fight him. He’d kill her too, this gave Lycan the excuse he needed to wipe out the half breeds in his pack.

“Since you want to know that badly,” Raven let out a defeated sigh. “I will tell you.” She leaned her back against one of the many trees in the forest. “Last night,” She shut her eyes in an instant. She was reminded of Lycan’s potential. Last night when he hit her, he moved so fast she couldn’t even see him hit her. She couldn’t let Claire get dragged into this knowing what Lycan would do. “I can’t, if you get hurt because I told you.” She started to walk off but Claire blocked her path.

“It’s okay.” Claire put her hands in her pockets. “You don’t need to worry about me.” She assured her.

“But what if Lycan-,” Raven began but her sister placed her hand on her shoulder.

“I’m a strong girl, I can handle myself.” Claire assured her. “Besides,” She pulled out her trusty pocket knife. She cut the palm of her hand. The deep gash instantly healed due to her special ability. “I can heal a lot faster than any werewolf. It would take a lot for even someone like Lycan to kill me.”

“Just promise me, if things get rough you’ll back off.” Raven stared into her sister’s eyes. She replied with a nod accepting the terms. “Last night,” She started walking towards their camp, Claire followed her. “Leader Lycan wanted me to,” She could feel it, tears ready to fall but she wouldn’t let them not in front of her sister. “Bear his child.” Claire’s feet stopped in place.

“I don’t understand,” Claire shook her head. “Leader Lycan, he hates you.” She spoke in disbelief. “It’s not like him,” She put her hands in her jacket pockets. “Why is he turning the tables now?”

“It’s his father Lord Grimm,” Raven answered. “He told him that I would make a “befitting” wife. It’s not even me he cares about.” Lycan only cared about the beauty of her physical features. For the first time in her life, Raven felt like her beauty was nothing but a curse. She felt tears starting to form in her eyes. She wiped them away before her sister could see her weakness.

“He’s more of a jerk than I thought.” Claire began pacing back and forth. Raven knew her sister well enough to know she was trying to form some sort of strategy. “I’m going to need more time to come up with something.” She stopped pacing. “In the meantime,” Claire glanced over at her. “You need to go to the cabin and see Leader Lycan. He’s not exactly known for his patience.” Raven replied with a nod. “Meet me at the stream afterward. We can continue our conversation there. I want you to tell me everything that happens.”

“Alright,” Raven entered the Nightshade campsite.

The campsite was set up with five tents resting five feet from the small cabin. To the right of the cabin was a large dark red tent set up closest to the cabin. This tent belonged to Alejandro. To the left of the cabin were two blue tents belonging to the twins of Nightshade. The dark blue tent across from the twin’s belonged to her sister. The purple tent closest to the bushes belonged to Raven. The center of the campsite was made up of short cut grass and a circle of dirt to set up campfires at night.

The twins, Jay and Jayson were outside wrestling the grass. Both boys were dressed in the same clothes as last night. Alejandro stood at the entrance of the cabin guarding it while his blood red eyes watched his boys wrestle each other.

Inside the cabin, Raven took a deep breath that’s where Lycan rested and would be waiting for her. She walked up the small steps standing face to face with the formidable Beta. He was much taller in person and his sharp glares issued a warning. If she tried to do anything to hurt or kill Lycan, he would personally see to it that her life ended in the most gruesome way possible. It was frightening to her how. He didn’t need words to convey that message.

“I ugh,” Raven gulped, pointing towards the door knob behind the Beta. “Leader Lycan, he wants to see me.” Alejandro casually stepped aside his footsteps lightly shaking the wooden patio. She feared for any vampire that dared to cross his path. She placed her hand on the door knob bracing for the hell Lycan had prepared for her.

Raven took slow cautious steps inside the cabin. She stepped over the jeans that were scattered on the hardwood floor. This was nothing compared to the type of clothes she’d find on the floor in Jayson’s tent. She took notice of the furnishings inside Lycan’s lair.

A well crafted dresser was placed against the wall across from the small window. The dresser had a nice clean surface. There were no pictures, no mementos, nothing just a plain surface. There was an elegant lamp that rested on a finely crafted wooden night stand. These furnishings had to be expensive. Suppose Lord Grimm would only accept the best for his one and only son. Her navy blue eyes continued to wander the cabin but soon stopped.

There in the center of the cabin, a king sized bed. This bed served as a painful reminder of what Lycan wanted last night. The very sight reminded her of the hell she had been entrapped in. She was to lose her innocence to Lycan of all people. She bit her lip to fight back the anger the sight of the bed caused.

“You’re late,” Lycan spoke, his voice soft. He stood there staring outside the window watching as the leaves continued to fall. Raven expected him to be angry with her but for some reason he was…calm? The fall weather must be affecting him making him more tolerable. He began walking towards her before she knew it. His hands were stroking the strands of her hair back. She turned her head, refusing to look into his eyes.

“Sorry,” Raven replied, Lycan eyes formed a glare. “Leader Lycan,” She added, the glare faded. “I got sidetracked.” She removed his unwelcomed hand from her hair. “So tell me,” She crossed her arms. “What can I do for you Leader Lycan?” She asked in a somewhat casual tone. “I hope it’s not sleeping with you.” Her eyes motioned towards the bed. “I thought we agreed that you were going to wait or are you not a man of your word?” Lycan chuckled lightly.

“Amusing,” He patted her head like some pet. “I don’t wish to defile you at this moment. I can wait as agreed,” Lycan took her into his embrace. Raven growled wishing he’d just leave her alone. She wanted nothing to do with him, she hated him. “I simply want you to reach into my pocket and attain a prize I picked out just for you.” Raven chuckled like she’d ever want anything from him. “Stubborn, I like that about you.” Lycan gripped her left hand tightly, she tried to break free but it felt like he was trying to break her wrist. She tried to jerk away but his strength overpowered her.

“I don’t want,” Raven tried to fight but her hand was shoved into the pocket of Lycan’s damaged denim jeans. She gasped as her finger felt something like a metal hoop. It’s a ring, She gasped at the realization. It’s not just any ring, it’s an engagement ring. That bastard, he has her again, left with no choice but to fall right into his clutches. Raven took out the ring, her so-called “Prize.”.

The ring was made up of real gold resting at the center was an actual diamond. The diamond was chipped into the shape of a full moon. This ring had to be worth a hefty sum but of course money was but an object to Lycan. If a man she cared about had presented this ring to her and perhaps got on one knee. Raven would have accepted it but not Lycan. She could never accept him as her husband. She wanted nothing more than to toss this expensive ring out the window and hope to never see it again. But, she knew what came next.

“Will you marry me, Raven?” Lycan slipped the ring onto her finger. Raven started to remove it but, “Consider your rank before you answer?” Once again, she had been trapped by him. Lycan had pulled rank if she denied him. He had every right to kill her. Raven growled angered by the fact that he would do this to her again. She wanted to kick the shit out of him for treating her like this. She deserved so much better. Instead, she had to remind herself that Lycan is Lord Grimm’s son. She took a deep breath hoping to calm the anger burrowing inside her.

“You’re not being fair Leader Lycan,” Raven argued. He started to hitch a laugh like she was telling some kind of joke. “You can’t just,” He continued to laugh at her. She wanted to slap him across the face for laughing at her.

“Fair,” Lycan laughed, wiping a tear from his eye. “Newsflash my dear Raven, life is not fair.” He chuckled. “It’s a lesson my father was so gracious enough to teach me. So don’t bother preaching to me about fair. You don’t know where to begin.” His dark russet eyes turned pitch black sending chills down her spine. “Now then,” His lips formed an evil smirk. “What’s your answer?” Raven just knew Lycan was going to abhor her response.

“I think marriage,” Raven removed her hand from Lycan’s grasp. “Can wait,” She removed the ring from her finger. “Leader Lycan,” She started to hand the ring back to him but decided to hang onto it just in case she ended up needing it. Just as she was about to tuck the ring into her pocket, she felt her body crash into the wall. When did he-

“Wait,” Lycan’s grip tightened on her throat. Raven started to fight for air as he continued to suffocate her. “Is that your answer to everything?” He revealed his sharp werewolf fangs at her. His grip getting tighter, she couldn’t breathe if this continued she’d…die. She had no choice.

Raven’s nails transformed into razor sharp claws. She quickly slashed Lycan’s face hitting him right across his left eye. His blood continued to drip from the wound. His grip faded as he covered the wound with his hand. Once he did, Raven’s body collapsed to the ground. She held her throat trying to reclaim her ability to breathe.

“You bitch,” Lycan growled. Raven rose to her feet in great haste. She could feel his anger boiling, his wolf form ready to emerge.

“I gave you my answer,” Raven glared at him. “I believe,” She smirked, withdrawing her claws. “I’m done here.” She picked the ring up off the floor tucking it into her pocket. She started to leave but Lycan blocked her path.

“Don’t think I’m just going to let you leave after hurting me like that.” Lycan started walking towards her. Raven began taking steps back knowing she stood no chance at beating him. “No Omega will dare,” She found herself backed against the wall. “Turn their claws on me,” He grabbed a handful of Raven’s hair pulling it tightly. She screamed trying to get free. “Without consequence,” Raven felt her body crash into the door, breaking it open. She rolled across the ground landing at the feet of the twins. Raven heard the door to the cabin slam shut after being thrown out.

“Great just great,” Jay let out a sigh. She fought against sharp pain coursing through her body after being thrown. “You just had to piss him off didn’t you?” He held his hand out to her. She grabbed it, letting him help her to her feet. “Let’s go brother,” Jay faced his brother. “Let’s convince daddy wolf not to kill Raven.” Jayson groaned.

“But I don’t want to,” Jayson complained. “Do you know how hard it is to convince Alejandro to do anything he doesn’t want to do?” He questioned. “It’s like asking a small french fry to be a wholesome tater tot.” Raven began dusting herself off. “Also like both the french fry and the tater tot,” He paused. “He doesn’t talk.” He said blankly, Jay busted out laughing.

“He doesn’t show emotion either,” Jay added. “That brother, that’s what makes this so hard but.” He shrugged. “We got to do it.” He patted Jayson on the shoulder taking his leave.

“Raven,” Jayson put his hand on her shoulder. “You are so lucky you’re hot.” He let out a sigh taking his leave. It’s nice to know she can count on the twins to save her from the great Alejandro’s wrath. Now she could focus on meeting up with her sister at the stream like she agreed.

The stream was nothing more than a small lake. A small waterfall crashed into the water below. Like promised, Claire was there bathing in the water. She was cleansing her skin cloaking it in the scent of cherry blossoms. Raven tested the water temperature placing her hand beneath the waterfall. To her surprise it was actually quite warm. She set her bag next to her sister’s and started to undress.

“Sister,” Claire turned to face her. “You’re finally here. I was starting to think that you weren’t going to show up.” She started adding shampoo to her soaked brunette hair. Raven began removing clothes joining her sister in the warm water. The second she removed her shirt, she was reminded that Lycan had hurt her. Claire could easily make out the small bruises from him throwing her. “Raven, what happened to you?” She didn’t answer.

Raven continued to undress and sunk into the warm water. The bruises would heal. Werewolves could heal at faster speeds than that of a regular human. That’s why the bruises didn’t bother her. It was the emotional pain of being trapped by Lycan that bothered her.

“You promised that you’d tell me everything.” Claire tossed Raven a bar of soap. The second the scent of the soap met with her nose. Raven started to sneeze, lavender, damn it, she’s allergic to lavender.

“Get this soap away from me.” Raven threw the soap directly at her sister’s head. “How many times have I told you that I’m allergic to lavender?” Claire rubbed her head. “I can’t stand lavender.”

“Sorry, that was mine.” Claire apologized. “I forgot that you had allergies.” She tossed her a different bar of soap. This one was hers. It had the scent of black cherries. Raven began cleaning her arms only to notice the bruises had already disappeared.

“How could you possibly forget that I have allergies?” Raven asked. “I’m your older sister. You have known me your whole life.” Claire remained silent. That’s right. They were apart for two years. That could be why she forgot. “It’s okay, don’t worry about it just keep it in mind next time.”

“What happened while you were in the cabin with Leader Lycan?” Claire started to wash the shampoo out of her hair. Raven let out a sigh. She did agree to tell her sister everything. She started washing her sister’s back for her.

“Well we talked,” Raven began. “Lycan asked to marry me. He pulled rank and I told him to wait.” She placed both of her hands underneath the small waterfall and poured the water on her hair.

“That doesn’t explain the bruises,” Claire reminded her. “Why did Leader Lycan hurt you? Was it because you asked him to wait again?” Raven replied with a nod. “So what exactly did he do? Be specific.”

“Specific,” Raven faced her back toward her sister. Claire started to clean her back. “Okay well, first I told Lycan to wait. After that he choked me. He held me against the wall. I was certain that he was going to kill me. So, I defended myself.” The scrubs on her back stopped.

“How did you defend yourself?” Claire asked her. “There are rules against that you aren’t supposed to harm the alpha. It’s considered a sign of disrespect toward the whole pack.” What was she supposed to do, let Lycan kill her? She had to defend herself.

“I attacked him with my claws.” Raven answered. “I didn’t have a choice, it was either that or let him kill me.” Her sister let out a sigh.

“I can’t believe you turned your claws against Leader Lycan.” Claire continued cleaning her back. “I can’t say I blame you for it, it was in self defense. How did the rest of the pack take it?” Raven wasn’t sure. None of them seemed to be offended by it. The twins were talking Alejandro down so she’d figured that she’d be fine. If they were upset they would have done something about it by now. “It’s funny,” Claire laughed. “I have only been a werewolf for two full moons and already I have a reason to hate it.”

“Let me guess,” Raven chuckled. “It’s the fact that you wake up to the sound of your bones breaking. That’s my complaint, it really sucks.” Claire laughed.

“I hate that but it’s not as bad as this.” Claire flashed a pink razor. “I just shaved yesterday and now because of the full moon. I have to shave everything all over again. That’s so frustrating, shaving is bad enough as is.” Raven groaned.

“It’s hard being a sexy werewolf.” Raven let out a sigh, Claire laughed. “You didn’t happen to bring my razor too.” Raven asked. Claire tossed it to her. “Thank you,” She caught her razor. “The constant shaving does suck.” She began shaving her legs. “However, I still think waking up to breaking bones is worse.” She climbed out of the water. “You have it easy since you heal so fast you don’t feel them breaking. It’s not fair, but, let me be the first to tell you.” She gathered up her bath supplies. “For us regulars, you know, the ones who don’t heal fast.” She took her clothes out of her bag. “It sucks big time,”

“I bet,” Claire chuckled.

“Just a heads up,” Raven slipped on a skull print bra and a pair of panties to match. “You should probably get out before the twins get here.” She put on a grey tank top. “They haven’t bathed yet.” She slipped on a pair of tight distressed blue jeans.”I get the feeling that those boys can be pretty perverse when left alone with a naked woman.” She put a grey hair tie around her right wrist just in case she needed it for later.

“I’m not worried,” Claire sunk into the water hiding her breasts. “They are a part of our pack. It’s important for us to get to know each other. Besides,” She set her cell phone next to her grabbing her ear buds from her bag. “I’m sure Jay is mature enough to be alone with a woman.” It’s not Jay, Raven’s worried about it’s his twin brother that scares her. If Claire thinks she can handle it then Raven would just leave her to it.

“Okay.” Raven put on her socks and grey converse shoes. “You can’t say I didn’t warn you.” She gathered her things, drying her hair off with a towel. “When you’re done meet me at my tent. We need to form some kind of plan against Lycan. He’s acting fast so we should do the same.” She headed towards her tent where she would wait for her sister. She’d give it about two minutes before her sister had her fill. Probably even less than that, Claire had no idea what she was getting herself into.

Claire remained in the stream listening to soothing music while the water relaxed her body. Her eyes began to fade in and out as the music lured her into a deep sleep. Her thoughts started to fade as she enjoyed the peace and quietness that surrounded her. Too bad it was short lived.

“Last one there is weaker than a blood sucker,” That voice, it’s the twins. She could hear their footsteps sounding like a stampede of wild animals. They were coming from, Claire glanced up. -The waterfall?!- They weren’t about to jump into the water from that height. She could hear the laughter getting closer. -They were!- Claire gasped and quickly grabbed her precious cell phone protecting it from the loud splashes.

The first splash was made by none other than Jay. The second which came soon after was Jayson’s. His cannon ball created a splash so huge, Claire screamed. The massive waves hit her directly in the face. Luckily she was able to save her cell phone’s life. The bastard had no regard for others.

“Ha,” Jay laughed. “In your face,” He shouted pointing a sharp finger at his brother. “I got here first,” He performed a back float in the water. “Might as well admit it,” He began swimming backwards. “When it comes to a race,” His voice soon filled with confidence. “You can’t beat me.” He leaned against the edge of the stream. “I’m just too fast for you.”

“Oh yeah,” Jayson screamed. “You may be faster but my dic-,” He started to stand up and flash Jay. Claire quickly splashed him in the face with water before she saw something she didn’t want to see. “Who the hel-,”

“Excuse me,” Claire raised her hand. “Perhaps the two of you should consider the fact that a woman is present.” She pointed out. “I don’t want to hear about your “sizes” so please keep those conversations to yourselves.” What’s with Jay? The moment she spoke his face got all red like a tomato. He wasn’t even moving or speaking. Is he sick?

“Cl-Cl-Cl-Cl-Cl-Claire,” Jay spoke nervously. “Wh-Wh-When did you get here?” He faked a laugh. “I mean ugh, this is so unexpected. It’s great to see you here and well um,” His cheeks reddened. “Ugh, brother, maybe we should come back later.” He started to push his brother out of the water.

“What’s the rush,” Jayson wondered. What’s the matter with Jay? So she was here bathing with him and his brother. It’s not like it was a big deal or anything. “This just got interesting.” A smile formed on his lips. “Claire’s naked,” Jay’s face turned even redder if that was even possible. “You’re naked,” Jay gulped. “I don’t see a problem brother.” He grabbed Jay pushing him closer to her. “Come on,” Jay started shaking his head. “Say hi to Claire.” Jay climbed over his brother’s shoulder hiding behind him.

“No, I can’t.” Jay hid his face from her. “I can’t man,” He repeated. “It’s Claire.” Why is he acting this way? It’s just a bath. Unless, is it possible that Jay has a crush on her? No, he couldn’t, could he? It was usually her sister that guys daunted after not her. “Maybe we should just go and come back later. I’m sure Claire wants to be left alone.”

“Sure let’s go,” Jayson allowed. “But of course once you get out she’s going to see,” He pointed down. “I’m sure you want her to see that, don’t you?” Jay blushed, hiding his face in the water. “Man this is great.” He laughed. “Claire, you’re awesome.”

“What did I do to become awesome?” Claire raised her brow. Boys can be so weird sometimes. It’s a good thing she wasn’t planning on dating anyone anytime soon. She had enough problems. “Jay,” The moment his name was said he cowered into the corner. “You don’t need to hide yourself like that. What are you so afraid of?” He didn’t answer. “This is nothing, I’m simply a girl and you’re a boy that’s it. We’re not going to be doing anything. If it makes it easier you can just pretend I’m wearing clothes.” She advised. “You’re being ridiculous come out of the corner.” She crossed her arms.

“Come on man,” Jayson grabbed Jay by the arm, dragging him out of the corner. “Stop being a coward.” He slapped Jay in the face. “Listen, how do you expect to get women, being all shy like that? It’s no wonder you’re a virgin.” Jay blushed, really so Jay is a…interesting she had no idea. “Go on, just walk up to Claire and-,” He started pushing him towards her. Jay continued to fight with him.

“No, I can’t, please have mercy.” Jay screamed. Jayson pushed him, forcing his body to crash into Claire’s. This grip, her eyes beamed with rage. He dared to grab her breasts. She’s going to kill him. “Claire, it was an accident. Please don’t,” She slapped Jay leaving a huge red mark across his face.

“Get away from me,” Claire pushed Jay back.

“Oh shit,” Jay started to stumble like he had tripped on something beneath the water. “No, No,” He tried to balance himself. “Shit,” Jay screamed as his body crashed into the water. The huge splash created by his fall allowed Claire’s eyes to get a glimpse of his. Well, that explains why he wouldn’t come out of the corner earlier.Claire couldn’t believe his package was so nicely groomed especially for a werewolf. Her cheeks reddened, taking notice of the size of him. She shook her head hoping to forget what she had seen.

“Gross,” Claire yelled. “You guys are the worst.” She climbed out of the water. Jay’s cheeks turned red. Jayson’s lips formed a lustful smirk. She followed Jayson’s eyes down to her. She picked a rock up off the ground and threw it at his head. “I’m out of here.” She wrapped up with a towel walking off. The moment she walked into the camp in a towel, Claire noticed Alejandro shaking his head at her. It was like he just knew what his boys had done.

Raven remained in her tent waiting for her sister’s return. Claire barged dressed in a brown tank top and blue jeans. Raven could tell by the look on her face. Bathing with the twins didn’t go over well. “I warned you,” She teased, chuckling lightly. “Maybe next time you’ll listen to your big sister.”

“I’m officially mentally scared.” Claire put on the same jacket from yesterday. “Jay and Jayson are just,” Her whole body started to jitter. It looks like she saw something she didn’t want to see. “Let’s never speak of it,” She sat down on the bed. “Thanks to what happened at the stream I did learn about something that could help us.”

“Let me guess, you learned that boys have,” Raven joked Claire glared at her. “I’m just messing with you.” She laughed. “Go on, tell me what you figured out.” She placed her notebook underneath her pillow.

“It turns out that Jay has a crush on me.” Claire offered. Really, that’s great but Raven still didn’t understand what this had to do with the Lycan problem. Unless, Claire was trying to tell her she was crushing on him in which case. They would make for an interesting couple. “If I’m not mistaken Jay is the tracker right?”

“I believe so,” Raven answered. “I still fail to see how any of this helps us.” Claire let out a sigh. Wait a sec Claire isn’t planning on…

“It does help us.” Claire replied. “Jay is the tracker that means he knows where to find Lord Grimm.” He’s not supposed to tell them Grimm’s location. It’s forbidden information, he’d never tell them. “If we find Lord Grimm, we can discuss the Lycan problem with him and see if he’ll help us. It’s a long shot but it’s the only thing we can do right now given our rank.”

“How are you going to get Jay to tell you where to find him?” Raven questioned. “He’s not just going to up and tell you just because he has a crush on you. Besides, his brother is always with him. He won’t let Jay do something that would get him in trouble.”

“Here’s the plan,” Claire offered. “I was thinking that you could distract Jayson. While I get Jay to tell me where to find Lord Grimm. In order for me to do that, I’m going to need you to help me,” She forced a swallow. “Be more like you and seduce him into telling me.” Raven couldn’t believe it, they really are sisters. She’s going to steal a tactic from her playbook. She’s so proud of her little sister.

“I have to say it,” Raven patted her shoulder. “I’m impressed my little sister has finally accepted the darkness within her. It took awhile but,” She wiped a fake tear from her eye. “I am so happy for you.” Claire groaned. “I’m going to look forward to this.”

“I know you are,” Claire crossed her arms. “I hope you realize that I’m jeopardizing who I am just to help you. You have blackened my heart but you will not blacken it again.” In due time sis, she’ll get a black heart just one dab at a time. “Let’s just get this over with,”

“Stand up for a sec,” Raven’s eyes trailed every inch of her sister’s body. She’s positive about two things. One, getting someone like Jay to spill secret information wasn’t going to be easy. Two, her sister Claire has never been in this type of situation before. Therefore, she lacked experience when it came to dealing with the sexual creatures known as men. She needed to make up for that using appearance. In other words, Claire needed a better outfit, that brown tank top just wasn’t going to work, neither were those pants.

“I have no choice,” Raven let out a deep sigh. “You’re going to need a makeover. This way,” She guided her sister back to her tent to pick out a new outfit. “Okay let’s see, brown is so unattractive on you. What other colors do I have to choose from?” Damn her sister’s clothes were just too innocent. They weren’t dark enough. This was going to be a lot harder than she thought. She continued to search through her sister’s clothes. If only they wore the same size clothing this would be-. “Here we go,” She grabbed a highlighter green tank top. This was the top Raven bought her for her birthday last year. “Now we need some pants,” She checked her suitcase for some tight fitting jeans, preferably black ones. “No black are you kidding me?”

“It’s my least favorite color,” Claire explained. Raven bit her lip. She’s just going to have to improvise. She held her hand out motioning towards her pocket knife. She knew her sister kept that knife on her always. “You’re kidding me,” She raised her brow. “Forget it, you are not going to rip up my jeans.”

“I’m sorry but you have such bad taste I have no choice.” Raven argued. “Now give me the knife.” Claire shook her head at her. “Do you want to seduce Jay or not? Give me the knife before I take it from you.” Claire handed her the pocket knife. She started to cut gashes in her jeans making them look as if they were designer jeans. “There, now we just need makeup, come with me.” Raven pushed her sister back into her tent.

“Are you sure this is really necessary?” Claire questioned. Raven gathered her makeup and placed it on her bed. She tossed the clothes at her sister. Claire groaned, changing into them. Raven began to lace her sister’s eyes with mascara. She added light green eyeliner to match the top and just to add a little flavor. She laced her sister’s lips with green apple lip gloss. Raven pulled out her nail polish painting her sister’s nail black with a light green stripe.

“Now for the accessories,” Raven put a spiked choker around her neck. “Shoes,” She walked into her sister’s tent. Just like she thought, Claire kept the shoes she gave her for her birthday the year before that. “There, put those on.” She took deep breaths admiring the finished product. Except there was just one thing that she needed to remove.

“I’m going to need this,” Raven grabbed the gold purity ring around her sister’s neck. This necklace Claire never took it off but it couldn’t stay on her. Not if she intended to seduce someone like Jay. Her sister’s began to argue but Raven cut her words. “Claire, listen to me,” She gazed into her sister’s eyes. “In order for this to work, you need to seem available in every way possible. Otherwise you’re just reminding Jay of what he can’t do.” She explained. “I will give it back once we get the information we need.” She held her hand out for the necklace.

“I understand,” Claire removed her necklace, placing it in her hand. “Just promise to give it back.” Raven agreed to the terms guiding her sister to the mirror in her tent. It amazed her just how well Claire pulled off dressing like her. The tank top fit her nicely, the pants perfection. Even the gothic style make up was spot on. Claire is undeniably her sister. “I just hope you know once this is over, I’m taking all of this off.”

“Really,” Raven placed her hand over her heart. “I worked so hard on it.” Her voice sounded so sad and heartbroken, an act of course. She couldn’t help but mess with her sister. Claire rolled her eyes at her.

Together, they walked out the tent to introduce her sister’s new look. The mere sight of Claire’s makeover caught the boys off guard. The Beta Alejandro spit out his soda. Jayson’s cheeks were flaring red. The target Jay was at Claire’s mercy. This plan was going to work. It just was going to require some effort on Claire’s part.

“Hey boys,” Raven approached the twins. “Check out my sister’s new look, pretty hot right?” She brought her sister forward to face the hormones. Claire flashed a shy half smile putting her hands in her pockets.

“Wow, Claire,” Jayson stumbled on his words. “You look great, I was wondering if you’d like to come to my tent later and you know, hang out?” He offered. “We could make out if you want?”

“I was thinking,” Raven approached the hungry Jayson. The first thing she needed was to get him out of the picture. This was going to be a piece of cake. Jayson was already at her mercy. “We could hang out Jayson,” She flashed him a wicked smile. Her eyes reeling him in like a snake to its prey. “I’m sure a big strong man like you can think of a few things we could do together. Unless,” A frown formed on her lips, her voice began to sound like she had been wounded. What man could resist a woman in need? “You’d rather hang out with my sister. I could just walk away right now.” She started to leave, being sure to shake her hips at him just a little but it was more than enough to tease him.

“Wait,” Jayson grabbed her arm. “We can hang out.” Raven smirked, too easy. He took her by her hand guiding her to his tent. Unfortunately for Jayson, she wasn’t going to be offering herself up to him. He just wasn’t her type. She could still keep Jayson distracted by making small talk. He also had a set of playing cards somewhere in this mess. That could keep him busy if she could just find them. Now all that’s left is for Claire to convince Jay to tell her where to find Lord Grimm.

“Hey there Jay,” Claire ran her finger through her hair. Jay put his hands in his pockets walking closer to her. His cheeks flushed, she could tell she had him. Trouble is, Jay is smart, there is a chance he’d see through her tactics. She had to play this out carefully.

“Hey babe,” Jay shook his head at her. “I mean Claire, sorry.” He apologized. “You look amazing but,” He turned his head trying to hide the fact he’s blushing. “You don’t need to dress up to impress me. I’m flattered that you would, but. I like you no matter what you look like.” It’s true Jay does have a crush on her. Her cheeks started to redden slightly.

“That’s sweet,” Claire flashed a smile at him. “Jay, aren’t you the Tracker?” She gazed into his eyes. He forced a swallow.

“Um, yeah,” Jay answered. “I mean, I’m fast, I can smell real well and I’m a genius. Don’t you think those qualities fit a tracker?” He questioned his eyes staring at the ground. Claire walked closer to him.

“I think those qualities do fit a tracker,” Claire answered. “So,” She took a step forward. “If I were to ask for a favor would you be able to do it for me?” –Huh?!- She didn’t know what to say, his action caught her off guard. He took to one knee kneeling before her as if he were some royal prince greeting a princess. She was definitely no princess but it was flattering to know he cared for her so deeply.

“Claire,” Jay kissed her hand. “I would do anything for you,” His navy blue eyes were shining like gemstones. “Just name it.” Claire’s heart began to race from one beat to the next. The way he was looking at her, his eyes were so taken with her. It was like he had been harboring these feelings for her from the moment they met. “All I ask in return is a chance to be your boyfriend,” She covered her cheeks to hide the fact she was blushing. “Even if it’s just one date,” He took her hand placing it on his chest. “That’d be enough for me.” This wasn’t going to be easy for her. She hated to take advantage of his feelings like this but what choice did she have? Raven needed her help, she couldn’t let her down.

“I need you to tell me,” Claire gazed up at him. “Where to find Lord Grimm?” In an instant, she felt his heart crack in her hand. She could see it in his eyes, the shock, the betrayal, she had hurt him. “Look Jay,” He removed her hand from his chest. “I didn’t-,” He held his hand out, she stifled her words.

“This was all just an act wasn’t it?” Jay turned his gaze toward her. She couldn’t answer him. “You don’t care about me,” Claire tried to approach him but he stepped back. “Figures,” He put his hands in his pockets. “I fall for a girl that only wants to use me.” He paused. “I would have never expected this sort of trickery from you Claire. This is beneath you, I mean. you are the woman I hope to marry one day.” Marriage, that’s thinking way ahead. Claire would never admit it but Jay is right. This sort of thing, it’s not her, it never will be. This is her sister, not her. She just had to handle this like Claire would.

“I’m sorry,” Claire apologized. “I didn’t know that you felt that way about me.” She took his hand. “It’s not that I don’t care,” He turned to face her. “It’s that my life is so complicated right now.” She explained. “I just found out about a war, about werewolves, vampires,” She paused. “Come on,” She chuckled lightly. “I just became a werewolf.” Jay chuckled. “There’s a lot I’m still trying to figure out.” He took her arm bringing her closer to his chest. “I can’t,” She stepped out of his embrace. “I can’t focus on dating right now.” Claire removed her hand from his. “The only thing I need to focus on is helping my sister. In order to do that, I’m going to need you to help me. So please just help me, help her.”

“I will tell you but,” Jay held up one finger. “It’ll cost you.” He half smiled. “I’m going to need you to agree to go on one date with me. I am giving you information that could lead to my demise. I think that is worth a date.” Claire laughed. True he is risking his life for her. Plus, he’s got some charm.

“Okay,” Claire agreed, Jay’s lips formed a smile. She could feel the excitement just ready to burst from his chest. “I will grant you one,” She held up one finger. “One date, that’s it,” Jay’s entire face started to light up. “You better make it count. I won’t be giving you another one.” She allowed. “So where can I find Lord Grimm?”

“Lord Grimm is at Luminous Castle,” Jay answered. “It’s about twenty five feet away from here. You will need to head northeast into the forest. It shouldn’t take too long to get there.” Claire started to leave but he took her by the hand. “A word of caution first,” She turned to face him. “Sometimes Vampires do appear in that location even with it being well guarded. So I need you to promise me that you will come back to me safely. Otherwise, I won’t be able to let you go.” Right, they weren’t allowed to leave the campsite without Lycan’s permission. Just by letting them go, Jay was putting himself at risk. “Promise me, you’ll come back.”

“I will,” Claire ran her fingers through his soft hair. “I promise and if that’s not enough to convince you of that.” She brought her lips close to his. “Perhaps this will be.” She crushed her lips against his letting him taste the green apple that laced her lips. She felt his hand take her by the waist pulling her closer to him. His tongue broke into her entrance, tasting her walls. She let out a soft moan before breaking the kiss.

“You should probably go,” Jay advised. Claire touched her lips, still shocked by the impact of the kiss. She broke the trance rushing toward her tent. She changed back into clothes from before and started to gather her things for the journey ahead. By the time she was ready, her sister was waiting on her.

“My hard work,” Raven placed her hand on her chest. “You murdered it,” She grabbed Claire by her shoulders, shaking her. “How could you,” She yelled. “You were stunning. The make up was perfect, the jeans perfect, everything worked.”

“Who cares,” Claire held her hand out for the purity ring. Raven let out a sigh handing it back to her. “I got the information we need.” She put the purity ring necklace back around her neck. “So are we doing this or not?”

“We’re doing this,” Raven draped her bag over her shoulder. Together, the two sisters left the campsite and made haste for Luminous castle. Raven was eager to have her problem with Lycan dealt with.

Chapter 02:

Aftermath

Part

II

The night had faded. Angel laid there next to the woman who had claimed his innocence. Lord Alexander’s daughter, he still wondered what made her this way. From the portrait that rested above the grand staircase in the castle. Blaire seemed nothing more than a sweet young girl who admired her father. She was even smiling in that painting sitting there in her father’s lap. What could have turned that sweet girl into someone whose heart was consumed by lust? Her father worries about her.

Angel knew of this because Lord Alexander made him promise that he would save his daughter from herself. Not like he could say no to that promise, it came directly from a King. He might as well call it an order. Though the real question is why did Lord Alexander think he could be the one to save her? He’s nothing more than an object to feed her lust. Even if he wanted to save her from corruption. How could he even begin to? Perhaps, Lord Alexander put his hopes in the wrong person. He couldn’t save her let alone himself. He climbed out of bed being cautious not to wake Blaire.

While Angel was getting dressed, his eyes remained on the sleeping Blaire. This promise he made to Alexander, it always found a way back to his thoughts as strange as that sounded. There is a part of him that wanted to keep that promise. Even though she's the person causing him the most pain. He wanted to believe that Blaire could be saved but he struggled with the task. The more she treated him like an object, the more she hurt him, the harder it was for him to keep the promise he made to Lord Alexander. He started to put on his shirts only to feel sharp pains in his back. These were -Scratches?!- He ran his finger down the marks made from Blaire’s nails. She must have done it last night. He continued to put on his shirt as he walked out of Blaire’s room. He took one more glance at her while she slept.

Blaire was laying there clinging to his pillow, cherishing his scent he assumed. It was there on her lips, he found a small glimmer of hope. Blaire was smiling just like she was in portrait with her father. She could still be saved from corruption. Angel could keep his promise to her father.

The halls were empty, a good sign. Angel stepped out of Blaire’s room. He made light footsteps across the hall. The last thing he needed was for Jayden to find out about him sleeping with Blaire. It was a known fact, Jayden had a crush on Blaire since the day they crossed paths in the hallway. It’s a shame it’s only one sided, otherwise Jayden could have her.

The second the door opened his eye caught a glimpse of silver hair colored like steel. Angel felt a hand grab him by his shirt pulling him into his room. Once he saw the tattoo of two swords crossing over a shield marked the right side of the person’s neck. Angel knew it was Jayden.

“Where were you last night?” Jayden’s pale blue eyes formed a menacing glare. “You weren’t in your room last night, that’s for damn sure. So should I ask or,” He crossed his arms at him. “Are you just going to tell me where you were?” Angel didn’t have a choice. He had to lie to avoid confrontation.

“I was out training with,” Angel paused. He couldn’t tell the others about his secret training sessions with Lord Alexander. So he had to come up with someone else that wouldn’t mind covering his ass. Not many people come to mind except. “Ziek,” He answered. “It was a great training session to be honest.”

“That’s funny,” Jayden faked a laugh. “Ziek trained with Brandon last night. I didn’t see you go with them.” He tucked his hands into the pockets of his distressed blue jeans. “Mind explaining that?” Jayden unsheathed one of the daggers that crossed over his back. “I swear if you did what I think you fucking did.” He revealed his now fully realized vampire fangs. His fangs grew after tasting blood from a human's neck last night. “You’re a dead man.”

“I didn’t do anything,” Angel countered, “I was just training with Ziek last night. I met up with them in the hall. Brandon wouldn’t let me join and said something about Team Powerhouse members only.” He explained. “I told him I didn’t care and joined anyway. So there that’s what I did last night, now then,” He lowered Jayden’s dagger. “Don’t you think it’s a bit weird that you spent the entire night in my room waiting for me to get back? Let’s talk about that shall we?”

“Hey Angel,” Brandon barged into his room. “Nice job fucking Blaire last night man,” Jayden’s eyes beamed with anger. “Selene said she heard you guys in her room next door.” Why Angel tried so hard to hide it and of course, Brandon had to ruin it. “I guess while Ziek and I were working on our muscles. You were working on your-,” He pointed down toward his crotch.

“I’m going to kill you.” Jayden swung his sharp dagger at Angel. He prepared to dodge but Brandon caught the blade crushing it in his hand. “Move Brandon,” He glared deep into Brandon’s eyes. “Angel fucked my dream girl, if he doesn’t die today, you will.”

“Wanna say that again?” Brandon threatened. “I would wipe the floor with your ass in seconds. So unless you want to be my mop I strongly suggest you back the fuck up bro.” He walked closer to Jayden, his feet shaking the ground slightly.

“Bitch, I will stab you in the face.” Jayden screamed. “You don’t want to be caught up in this. I will kick your ass so hard, you’re going to feel it for months. Now get out of my way Brandon.” Brandon prepared to strike him, Jayden readied his second dagger. The two started to attack each other before either of them could. Selene appeared, catching Brandon’s punch and blocking Jayden’s slash.

“Enough,” Selene knocked Jayden’s dagger out of his hands. She spun kicking him directly into Angel’s bed. Her pale blue eyes glared at Brandon. “Don’t even think about it brother,” Brandon stepped back putting his hands in his coat pockets. Jayden started to get up to attack her, before he could she gripped his shoulders forcing him to sit on the bed. “I said enough,” She increased the pressure of her grip on trying to break his shoulders. He screamed out in pain until she finally eased up on him. “Let’s not forget who’s in charge here.” Selene turned her gaze toward Angel. “Angel, are you allowing a weak ass like Jayden to threaten you? It’s in poor taste, commander,” True, any regular commander would have dealt with him. Angel couldn’t argue there.

“I suppose that would be the “commander” thing to do,” Angel acknowledged. “However Jayden’s reason for being angry with me is justifiable. I can’t punish him for that knowing that if the roles were reversed. I would have done the exact same as him.” He let out a sigh. “Jayden, this isn’t easy for me either.” He placed his hand on his chest. “I know you care about Blaire. I get it. I tried not to sleep with her last night. She wouldn’t listen to me. Her exact words were: I don’t give a damn about you or what you want, all that matters is me.” Angel explained. “The point is,” He shrugged. “I tried my options were have sex with her or die. I know you prefer the second but. I’m not ready to die just yet. Can’t we just move past this and be friends?”

“Forget it,” Jayden turned his head. “You may have the others thinking you are different from all of Blaire’s other suitors but you aren’t. Eventually she’ll get bored of you and you’ll be dead anyway. Just like all the others. So forgive me for trying to shorten the wait.” Angel groaned, why can’t he just let this go? It’s not like Angel wanted to be with Blaire in the first place. It was forced on him. None of this was his choice.

“Why do I smell blood?” Selene questioned. “Vampire blood to be exact,” She added. “Brandon, lift Angel’s shirt for me.” No, there was no need for-Brandon lifted up Angel's shirt. His pale brown eyes took notice of the scratch marks on Angel’s back. Selene noticed them as well, Angel started to pull his shirt down but Brandon wouldn’t let go of it. “It looks like she did a number on your back.”

“Yeah man, those aren’t scratches. Those are gashes.” Brandon replied. “How hard did you fuck her man? Because this looks like some pretty hardcore fucking” Was it really that bad? Angel removed his shirt running the tips of his finger along the scratches. He checked using his fingers, noticing that he was bleeding.

“I must have fucked her harder than I-,” Angel felt the roughness of Jayden’s fist collide with his jaw. Wait wasn’t Selene holding him down so this wouldn’t happen. He wiped his lip looking at Selene who had intentionally released Jayden just so he could hit him.

“What don’t give me that look,” Selene grabbed Jayden’s shoulders forcing him to sit down before he hit Angel again. “You deserved it,” Angel shrugged, agreeing with her. Jayden smirked.

“Man that felt good, can I hit him again?” Jayden asked.

“Let’s not get carried away.” Selene suggested. “Now then, I guess the only question I have regarding you fucking Blaire is. Should I start calling you Prince Angel?” No, that’s a terrible rank for him. Angel didn’t want to be a commander let alone a prince. “Blaire is the daughter of Lord Alexander in other words a king which makes her a,”

“Princess,” Angel finished. “I prefer to be called by my name. Prince is still a title of supremacy. I’m not too fond of those, remember?” Selene shrugged. “Now can we please just put the fact I had sex last night behind us and-,”

“Is Blaire going to be pregnant?” Jayden asked. “If you answer that then I will consider looking past it.” If that’s what it took to get Jayden to consider being friends then Angel would answer him. If anything, Jayden had a right to know.

“I didn’t wear protection if that’s what you’re asking.” Angel replied. “It’s mostly because I didn’t carry any on me. I figured that would be a good reason for me and Blaire not to have sex. Unfortunately that plan failed when she brought up grandchildren to her father.”

“True, Lord Alexander expects you and her to have many children.” Selene added. “Blaire wants that as well, if you had brought condoms into it she would have just made sure you didn’t wear it. There is an upside to this,” She enlightened. “The fact that you chose not to wear protection will go over well with Lord Alexander. It would make him believe that you want lots of children.” Children, Angel never really considered having any kids. He just didn’t think about things like that.

“So Blaire is going to be,” Jayden forced a swallow.

“That shouldn’t happen,” Patience walked into the room. “Angel, you handed her the spiked drink didn’t you?” He nodded. “You did make sure she was the one who drank it and not yourself correct?” Wait, hold it. She left something out before giving him the medicine.

“I didn’t drink it but for argument's sake.” He raised his brow. “Say I did drink it. What would have happened to me?” She should have warned him before handing him that meds. At least then he would have known the risks of failure.

“Well um,” Patience tapped her finger against his dresser. “If you had of, the effects would be the exact same except since you’re a guy. It would have.” She forced a swallow. What is she saying?

“I don’t understand,” Angel crossed his arms. “I’m a guy, I can’t get pregnant.” He added. “How could the meds get rid of the chances of me getting pregnant? I can’t even do that.” He pointed out. “That makes no sense.”

“What she’s saying is,” Selene spoke. “Guys have sperm and what that medicine does is kill all traces of sperm. So if you were to drink it,” She brushed her blonde hair back. “It would have done the exact same to you. Basically, you would be shooting nothing but blanks for the rest of your immortal life.”

“Patience, are you kidding me?” Angel asked. “That is something you should have told me before giving me the medicine. Don’t you think information like that is important since it would kill the purpose of me having balls?”

“They’d still be nice for a woman to look at.” Patience reasoned. “Besides,” She put her hands on her hips. “You didn’t drink it so you’re fine and so is Blaire. Everything worked out just like I knew it would.” She stated as fact.

“Selene,” Patience turned to face her sister. “You can let go of Jayden now if he tries to attack Angel. I will paralyze him,” Selene removed her hands from Jayden’s shoulders. “Now then, Angel,” Her lips formed a smile. “Let’s have a look at your back.” Angel leaned over the dresser letting her examine his back. “Hold still just for a second.” She coated her hand in a light blue aura touching his back. The soothing aura began to treat the wounds causing little to no pain. “Done,” She removed her hand from Angel’s back.

“Thanks,” Angel picked his shirt off the floor. “That feels much better.” He slipped on his shirt.

“You’re welcome.” Patience replied. “Bubba, could you do me a favor?” she asked, he replied with a nod. “Could you bring me back a blood pack?” Brandon walked out of the room. Selene’s eyes formed a glare at her sister. “What is it now Selene?”

“Could you be any weaker?” Selene questioned. “Don’t you think it’s a bit pathetic that you send Brandon to do everything for you? Are you really so spoiled that you can’t be bothered to get it yourself?” She crossed her arms. “It’s bad enough, you refuse to drink directly from a human.”

“Well excuse me for being a bit more civilized.” Patience countered with her anger in her words. “You tend to forget that I never wanted to join Lord Alexander’s army. It was forced on me the moment you decided that you couldn’t live without cracking some werewolf skulls and blowing up their training camps.” Her eyes formed a piercing glare at her sister. “But no, you didn’t stop there did you Selene?” She crossed her arms. “You convinced Bubba to join the war as well. How did you do it Selene?” She waited for her sister’s answer. “That’s right, you lied to him.” She accused. “Some big sister you turned out to be.” Patience spoke, her voice shrouded in sarcasm.

“Well um,” Jayden rose to his feet. “I’m just going to go before this turns into a fight.” He walked out of the room. He left a cue for Angel to leave but as Commander he had to make sure this didn’t get out of hand. Besides, this was his room they were fighting in, Angel had to protect his belongings should a fight break out.

“You knew the rules regarding siblings.” Patience raised her voice. “If the majority joins the war, the minority joins too. That person being me,” She pointed at herself. “I was happy living off blood packs not having to worry about the fighting going on outside. I was happy with that lifestyle but you weren’t.” She pointed at Selene. “I know how it works, if you aren’t happy Selene then nobody is. You have to drag everyone else along with you. You are so selfish, it hurts,” Patience yelled.

“Patience,” Angel spoke with calmness in his words. “Let’s not blow this out of proportion here.” He advised. This wasn’t good, Selene is known for having a bad temper. Patience is only going to pour oil on the already growing flame. “I get you have some hostility toward your sister but,” Selene pushed him out of the way, getting face to face with her sister.

“No, let’s hear it,” Selene glared into her sister’s eyes. “I find it ironic that you think I’m the one being selfish. You know as well as I do Brandon wanted to join the war just as much as I did.” She argued. “He just didn’t want to risk making his sweet sister join as well.”

“I’m sure Brandon did,” Patience agreed. “That’s why I didn’t argue or say anything when it came time for me to join. I knew it would make you both happy. I care about both of you so much. However,” She glared back at her sister. “You completely ignore what I’ve done for you.” She put her hands on her hips. “You scream at me, insult me, without having a single thought as to what I sacrificed for you. Brandon at least shows some appreciation but you,” Patience’s eyes started to fill with tears. “You won’t even acknowledge me or anything I do. Is it so hard for you to say: Thank you sis or even I love you sis. Hell would it kill you to say that you’re proud of me just once. That’s all I’ve ever wanted from you Selene, I try so hard just to hear those words.”

There it was looking Selene in the face. Her greatest challenge, Angel knew of this. This was something he also struggled with as a human. Selene had trouble showing any sign of vulnerability. She felt it made her weak. Angel knew she cared about her sister and about everyone in the team. She was just too scared to show it. This is her chance to face that fear. The question is would she?

“Are you done?” Selene crossed her arms. “Did you honestly think crying and bitching to me was going to change anything?” She smirked. “I do admit that it was a nice try. My respect for you did go up a little. But, I’m sorry to say this. Actually, I’m not sorry.” She ran her fingers through her hair. “Those words you so desperately want to hear, it’s never going to happen. But if you really want to hear my feelings.” She placed her hand on her chest. “Let me lay it on the table for you.” She smirked. “You are useless, a disappointment to both me and Brandon. If you really want my approval, why don’t you do me a favor?” She glared deep into her sister’s eyes. “Why don’t you just disappear and stop being an embarrassment to everyone here.” She walked past Patience leaving the room.

“Patience,” Angel placed his hand on her shoulder. Patience stood there in silence, her eyes trying to hold back the tears. “Selene, you know she doesn’t mean that. She just, it’s not easy for her to show weakness. I’m sure she cares about you.” She placed her hand on Angel’s. He didn’t like seeing her like this. It was as if Selene had shattered her heart into tiny little pieces.

“You don’t need to worry about me,” Patience smiled at him but this smile was nothing but a fake. “After all, it’s my job to make you feel better, not the other way around. I will be fine,” She assured him. “Selene’s just mad at me.” Angel wasn’t convinced there’s only one way he knew how to help her. He had to break open the bottle that he wanted to leave closed forever.

“I’ll share if you will,” Angel took a seat on his bed. He patted the spot next to him urging her to sit with him. “I’ve never shared in any of my sessions with you before. I’m willing to do so now that’s if. You care to listen.”

“I’m glad that you worry about me.” Patience placed her hand on his lap. “You don’t have to share just to make me feel better Angel. You’ll share when you’re ready. You shouldn’t force it.” She smiled. “Now stop worrying about me,” The door opened and Brandon walked in holding a blood pack for his sister. The moment Brandon entered the room it was as if the whole thing with Selene just disappeared. Perhaps all Patience really needed was to see her brother.

“I’m sorry I took so long sis,” Brandon handed her the blood pack. “There was a line like you wouldn’t believe.” He put his hands in his coat pockets. Patience stared at the blood pack in her hands. “Go ahead, drink up, I bet all that healing earlier made you thirsty. Forget modesty, just drink.”

“It’s okay Brandon,” Patience handed him back the blood pack. “I must have lost my appetite.” She walked out of the room. Brandon stood there holding the blood pack in his hand. He turned to face the door with a bemused look on his face.

“Brandon,” He spoke. “She’s never once called me by my name before.” He tossed the blood pack to Angel, he caught it. “Take care of that for me. I have to go check something out.” Brandon left the room.

“Patience, what could you be thinking?” Angel’s eyes remained on the blood pack in his hands. No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t shake the feeling that something bad was about to happen. He just hoped that he was wrong…

The moment Patience left the commander’s bedroom. She made haste for the shrine of the bats, Lord Alexander’s throne room. Selene would never be proud of her, she’d never appreciate her. If her disappearance is what Selene desired then she’d give it to her.

“Lord Alexander,” Patience kneeled before The Vampire Lord. “The medicine you requested me to make is now complete.” The medicine Lord Alexander wanted her to create was one capable of killing a werewolf. He had his army gather the supplies that she would require to even make the medicine. In truth, it wasn’t ready yet. For now the medicine was only capable of rendering a werewolf unconscious for several hours. The mission this news would lead to would have a zero chance of success. Selene wanted her to disappear, the only way she could do that having joined Lord Alexander’s elite army is to die.

“Excellent work,” Blaire smirked, crossing her legs as she sat there on her throne. “At long last this war can be over. Father,” She glanced over at Lord Alexander. “Should I arrange a team to carry out this mission?” Lord Alexander started to give her his consent. Patience couldn’t allow that. This mission was a fool’s errand all involved will die. It had to be her and only her.

“I’m aware that this is a selfish request but,” Patience rose to her feet. “It was me who designed the medicine. I know its effects better than anyone else. If you don’t mind, I would like to volunteer for this mission.” She offered. “I spent several years on this medicine. I can’t let someone else take credit for my work. Especially since this medicine is the key to ending this entire war.”

“You do make a valid point my dear,” Lord Alexander spoke, his voice filled with sincerity. “Now you must view this from my perspective. The fact is,” He snapped his fingers and a diamond cup appeared in his hand. “You are one of our healers. A highly valuable chess piece,” One of his many servants began pouring blood into his cup. “Not just any healer either.” Lord Alexander took a drink from his glass. “You are the best in the field, even better than me.” The servant handed him a napkin to wipe the blood from his lips. “It would be unwise of me to send you out on a mission such as this knowing the risks. I would rather send myself than risk losing someone so,” He paused. “Valuable.”

“Please allow me to go because I’m so valuable.” Patience offered. “If you were to send me it would grant the team full knowledge about the medicine. This would also ensure that we take less casualties. I’m one of your best healers, you want the best results. I see no other way than to send me.” She crossed her arms. “Besides, I will be well guarded by my teammates so no harm will come to me. This can only be good for you.”

“Father, she might have a point.” Blaire spoke. “If we send her with the right team she’ll be fine. I would say sending her with someone like Brandon or Selene would make for a good strategy. Preferably Selene,” She added. “She has leadership experience. She also doubles as a second class healer. Or,” Blaire let out a deep sigh. “We could just do it your way,” She allowed. “Scythe alone would be perfect for the mission. I’m not arguing the point but,” Blaire held up one finger. “I fear sending him all the time may not be in our best interest. They may figure out how to defeat him if they do. We risk losing an even more valuable piece.” It was clear to tell that Lord Alexander was impressed by his daughter’s observation. Her training sessions with the great Scythe were starting to shine through.

“Very well,” Lord Alexander accepted. “Patience, gather your things. Daughter, I would like for you to collect either Brandon or Selene.” Blaire replied with a nod. “The objective is to ensure my brother Lord Grimm takes the werewolf-killing medicine. The wolves are no match for us if they have no one to lead them. I think it’s time we put an end to this war.”

“As you wish,” Patience bowed gracefully to Lord Alexander. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I must go and collect my things.” She walked out of the throne room making haste to her room. She couldn’t let Brandon or Selene find out about her intentions. She had to go alone if they did go with her they’d die as well. She collected her supplies and lastly the medicine from the secret medical lab. Just as she was about to leave the castle, she bumped into her sister Selene. “Selene,” She forced a smile. Did she already know about the mission?

“You seem to be going off in a hurry,” Selene crossed her arms. “Let me guess you’re going to quit.” She accused, “Here I thought you were pathetic before. You do realize that you can’t just leave the army whenever you want. It doesn’t work that way.” She explained. “They’d just send me to fetch you.”

“I wasn’t planning on running,” Patience answered. “It’s just, I realized that we are out of medicinal herbs. I’m just making a supply run, not that you care right Selene?” Part of her wanted her sister to answer that but she got nothing. “I’d better go,” She walked past her sister. This would be it, the last time she saw Selene. She wished she could have said goodbye to her but she couldn’t. Selene couldn’t know what she was doing. Instead she flashed her sister a simple smile and left the castle.

“Patience,” Selene let out a sigh. “What’s gotten into her?” It wasn’t like her sister to be this caught up on meaningless words. Whatever, she’d get over it. Selene didn’t have time to deal with her right now. She had to get things ready for the war.

“Selene,” Blaire approached her. “Just the person I was looking for,” She put her hands on her hips. “I need you to go with Patience,” That was a terrible idea, Selene laughed. After the conversation they just had. The last thing she wanted to do is gather herbs with her sister.

“No thanks,” Selene declined. “You should ask Brandon. He’ll be more than happy to play babysitter.” She suggested. “I have to prepare everyone for the war. I’ve wasted enough time already.”

“I suppose you’re right.” Blaire agreed. “Carry on, Selene.” She searched the halls for Brandon. To her surprise, he was the one who found her. “Bran-,” Before Blaire could get a word out, he interrupted her.

“Have you seen Patience?” Brandon asked. “I have been looking for her everywhere.” Blaire let out a sigh. Typical of him to worry about his sister this does work to her advantage though. He might be more suited for the mission than she thought. Brandon does have his moments.

“I just sent her on a mission.” Blaire answered. “I want you to go with her. Selene declined, which means you’re going instead. This isn’t up for discussion,” She started to leave but he blocked her path.

“What mission?” Brandon remembered Patience telling him something about a medicine she was working on that killed werewolves. “Forget I asked,” Surely his sister wasn’t foolish enough to think she could handle a mission like that on her own. “I have to go.” Brandon barged into his sister’s bedroom.

“Patience,” He checked her room, she was nowhere to be found. He walked up to the keypad in her room. This led to the secret medical lab, he didn’t know the password so his bet was to. He tackled the wall breaking through it using the power of his diamond armor.

“Where is it?” Brandon walked up to one of the many shelves throwing random pill bottles on the floor. He continued to search for the werewolf killing meds but she had the pill bottles categorized in a way only she could understand. “Damn it,” He flipped the entire shelf over, the bottles scattered all over the floor. “Where is it?” He screamed heading towards the next shelf. He would tear this entire place apart until he found the meds.

“What the hell are you doing in the medical lab?” A man with dark blue hair entered the room using a door located on the opposite side. He wasn’t wearing a shirt and bore the tattoo of a butterfly over his heart. He took notice of the four claw marks that scarred his shoulder. These marks appeared to be done by a werewolf. “This lab is for healers only.” Brandon grabbed him slamming him against the wall. “I’m only going to say this once, let me go or you’ll regret it.” He coated his hands in a green aura. He can inflict paralysis. This is a skill only first-class healers could use. Brandon smirked too bad this wasn’t going to be enough to sway him.

“Where is the werewolf killing meds?” Brandon yelled. “You’re a healer right that means you can find it so find it or,” He punched the wall creating a massive crater with his fist. He released him from his grip.

“The meds you’re talking about.” He glared at him. “It isn’t complete yet.” He answered. “Patience and I were working on it together.” The man continued to search through the pill bottles on the floor. “We had the whole place perfectly organized even if I wanted to find it. I couldn’t,” He put his hands in the pockets of his distressed blue jeans. “Why did you come crashing in like that?”

“Have you seen Patience?” Brandon asked. “You said that you work with her.”

“I saw her this morning,” He answered. “I’m sort of dating her, so if something has happened to her. I need you to tell me,” Brandon’s wasting time. Patience must have already left the castle. He had to catch up to her. “Here just,” The man handed him a blood pack. “Give her that, if she’s in any danger she’s going to need it to nourish her abilities.” Brandon tucked the blood pack in his coat pocket leaving the medical lab. He rushed through the castle halls making for the exit. In his haste, his shoulder bumped into Selene. Brandon continued passing her leaving the castle.

“What is with my family today?” Selene rubbed her shoulder.

Chapter 03:

Bloodshed

Part

I

Together, the two sisters Raven and Claire proceeded into the forest of wolves. They could see several werewolf scouts on patrol. Some were hiding among the many trees that surrounded them. Raven continued to follow the scent of wolves, she figured the stronger the scent the closer she was to finding Lord Grimm.

“Raven,” Claire stopped. “We’re getting deeper into the forest, I should have probably told you this before but. I didn’t think it would stop you.” She turned to face her sister. “Jay said that vampires tend to attack here.” It was hard for her to even imagine vampires attacking here with all these werewolf scouts lurking the area. Unless they found some way to conceal themselves from the scouts, it would be impossible.

“Are you sure?” Raven wondered. “What if Jay told you that to make you reconsider going?” She crossed her arms. “Still, it wouldn’t hurt to be cautious. There is a chance Jay’s right, he’s not exactly known for being wrong.”

“My thoughts exactly,” Claire walked beside her. “Let’s keep our guard up just to be safe.” Raven unleashed her claws carrying on into the forest with her sister. While they walked together, she listened to sounds of the forest, birds chirping, and several rabbits scurrying about. Nothing out of the ordinary. She sniffed the air, the trees smelled of pine, the air carried the scent of wolves, they were getting closer.

Meanwhile, Patience continued through the forest making haste toward Lord Grimm’s castle. Her stomach started to rumble and ache for nourishment. She stopped to settle her hunger. She knew better than to feed, if she did, it would make her death more painful. Her death would be guaranteed the moment she came face to face with Lord Grimm. He would show her no mercy, she’d disappear just like her sister Selene wanted.

Patience glanced behind a tree to check for any more scouts. She owed a lot to the cursed tag that Angel made for her for emergencies. The tag once placed on any part of her body blocked out her scent. That topped with her special perfume that caused her to share the exact same scent as a werewolf made it easy for her to get past the scouts.

“All clear,” Patience let out a sigh of relief. The curse on her forearm faded, she made it just in time. She went to reapply a stronger dose of her perfume. Her stomach started to ache once more. She couldn’t allow herself to feed. She wanted her death to be quick and painless for that to happen she had to be in a weak state. If only her body understood that, she settled her stomach. “I’d better hurry,” She knew if she didn’t Brandon would catch up to her. If he were to get caught up in this, he would die as well. – Huh? – Patience felt a hand grab her shoulder. This hand, it was Brandon’s.

“Patience,” Brandon pulled her to his chest. “What were you thinking running off by yourself like that?” He hugged her. “You had me worried sick, I thought that I was going to lose you.” She took notice of the curse which faded on his forearm. Angel must have given him a tag as well.

“I’m sorry,” Patience apologized. “Selene was right about me. I’m only causing you and Selene trouble. I can’t be strong like either of you.” She stepped back. “I should just disappear like she said, it’s what’s best for you and her.”

“What are you saying?” Brandon asked. “You might not be the best when it comes to combat. You are the best healer we have. Who’s going to heal me after I get into a fight with Ziek if not you?” He offered. “I seriously doubt Selene will besides she’s not as good at healing as you are.” That’s true, Patience’s lips formed a smile. “Now forget what Selene said who cares what she thinks. I sure don’t.” He reached into his coat pocket. “Now drink up,” He held out a blood pack. “I’m going to need you at full strength if we’re going to succeed in the mission.”

“Thank you,” Patience accepted the blood pack. She opened it, taking a few drinks of it. “You should probably lead the way while I recover.” She continued to drink from the blood pack while Brandon proceeded further into the forest. The scouts were nowhere in sight, so luckily for her the scent of blood wouldn’t reach their keen noses. Still, she couldn’t deny the fact that Brandon is heading toward his death.

Patience could fess up and tell him the werewolf killing medicine wasn’t ready but even so. Could they make it back to the castle? The curse tags were gone which meant they could be detected by the scouts. The scouts would inform the nearest pack with a loud howl, even if they killed the scouts. One of the werewolf packs would arrive and together they couldn’t take on an entire pack. No matter what she did, this path led to death.

Patience could at least save her brother from this fate. She just needed to make it seem as if she was acting alone. The wolves would kill her and only her. If her death meant saving her brother’s life then. She was more than willing to make that sacrifice.

“Forgive me,” Patience coated her hands in a green aura. She quickly touched Brandon’s knees from behind. In an instant Brandon collapsed to his knees trying to move. The paralysis should hold him long enough for her to do what needed to be done to save him. “I’m sorry I dragged you into this but,” She closed her eyes. “This mission was doomed to fail from the start. The medicine was never complete. I was ready to disappear just as Selene wanted. I mean let’s face it, both of you are better off without me holding you back.”

“Patience, what are you doing?” Brandon argued. “Why did you use your paralysis on me?” She started to walk ahead of him. “No, Patience you can’t. Listen to me, don’t you dare do this,” He punched the ground. “Don’t even think about dying to save me. I can protect both of us,” She patted him on the head. “Patience please,” His pale brown eyes started to fill with tears. “Don’t do this. I need you, you’re my big sister.”

“I’m sorry but,” Patience clinched her hand into a fist. “I have to go.” She dropped the empty blood pack on the floor. “Don’t worry,” She flashed him a smile. “I’ll be back soon.” This was of course a lie. Patience was prepared to die. This is why she came here to begin with. The original plan was to die to satisfy her sister but dying to save her brother, this seemed like a better way to go.

“Damn it,” Brandon tried to move but it was no use. He could only watch as his sister rushed toward her death. The sight of her fading the further she got, he tried to reach out for her. she was gone, his sister was gone. “Patience,” He punched the ground, his fist trembling as tears dripped from his eyes...

“This smell,” Raven stopped dead in her tracks. She sniffed the air, this was the scent of blood. She remembered it from her training. The scent of blood is a strong indicator that a vampire is nearby. “Claire, do you smell that?” Her sister sniffed the air.

“I don’t smell anything,” Claire answered. “The only thing I can smell is pine from the forest. Why would you ask that?” Raven’s eyes trailed the forest. “Are you even listening to-,” She held her hand out to silence her sister. She could hear rustling in the trees, there’s someone else here in the forest. It was too far out to be a werewolf scout, it had to be something else. “I just asked you a question,” She yelled. “Why are you ignoring me?”

“I caught the scent of blood earlier,” Raven answered. “Blood means,” She waited for her sister to fill in the blanks.

“Vampire,” Claire replied. “It could also mean wounded werewolf. We have been in this forest for almost three hours. We have yet to detect any vampires. I highly doubt we would detect one now. Especially when Lord Grimm’s castle is right there.” She pointed at the highest mountain in the forest. What makes her think the castle is located there? “We need to hurry before we get into anymore-,” Raven caught the sight of pink racing past the trees. She bared her fangs chasing after it. “There you go again ignoring me,” Claire complained. “You are such a pain.”

Raven continued to chase the figure through the forest. She raced past the trees jumping over the roots. The pink figure continued to run from her, she broke into a sprint gaining on her. Just as she predicted, she could smell the faint scent of blood. This figure had to be a vampire, no mistaking it. She would catch her and find out exactly why she was in their forest. She climbed up a tree using her claws, jumping tree branch to tree branch. She crouched down hiding in the tree’s bushes. Her navy-blue eyes watched the blonde vampire beneath her waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike her down.

“Where’d she go?” The vampire turned around searching for her. “She was tailing me just a second ago.” She let out a sigh of relief. “I must have lost her,” The vampire prepared to walk away. Raven jumped on top of her holding her claws to her throat. “Persistent wolf,” She kicked her off, Raven rose to her feet dusting herself off. “You dare attack me like that,” She rose to her feet. “Do you have any idea who you are dealing with?”

“Raven, stop,” Claire burst out of the trees. She rested her palms on her knees, breathing heavy. “She might be a messenger for Lord Alexander.” She explained. A messenger? Raven glanced over at the vampire. “We aren’t allowed to attack messengers, they are considered a neutral party. They don’t attack our messenger’s, we don’t attack theirs. If we do, it’ll be breaking the contract of war.”

“That’s right,” The vampire dusted herself off. “I’m a messenger, I’m here to deliver a message from Lord Alexander.” She explained. “I will look past this transgression if you agree to walk away right now. That or I could tell your Lord that his werewolves aren’t following the guidelines. I’m sure you wouldn’t want that now, would you?”

“No need for that,” Claire faked a laugh. “This was just a big misunderstanding. You see my sister here,” She placed her hands-on top of Raven’s shoulders. “She can be a bit reckless sometimes.” Raven wasn’t buying the whole messenger act. This vampire had to rank much higher than messenger. “We’ll just be going now,” Claire began pushing Raven away from the vampire. The vampire started to leave, Raven tightened her hand into a fist.

“Bullshit,” Raven’s navy-blue eyes glared at the vampire. The vampire stopped and turned to face her. There is just no way this vampire was a mere messenger. Her eyes trailed the vampire’s figure. She was dressed in a pink long sleeved shirt. She wore faded blue jeans with floral designs. Her body appeared to be physically fit far too fit to be ranked as a messenger.

“Sister,” Claire whispered to her. “What are you doing?” She gripped her arm. “She’s a messenger, we aren’t allowed to hurt her. Besides, even if she weren’t. Do you think it’s wise to fight her? We have no idea how strong she is.” She reasoned.

“Excuse me,” The vampire turned to face her. “Are you calling me a liar?” She chuckled. “If you were smart, you’d listen to your friend over there.” That settles it, this vampire couldn’t be a messenger. No messenger would have provoked her. She had to be of a different rank.

“That’s exactly what I’m calling you.” Raven removed her grey hair tie from her wrist. “Claire,” She began tying her raven hair up into a ponytail. “You might want to stand back and let me handle this.”

“Have you lost your mind?” Claire argued. “I’m not about to let you fight her. Forget it. It’s out of the question. We should retreat and,” Raven placed her hand on her sister’s shoulder. “This is insane, you don’t even-,”

“I need this,” Raven explained. “I know she’s not a messenger. That means she must be here to take out Lord Grimm. If I defeat her,” Claire went to speak, Raven covered her mouth. “If I defeat her,” She repeated. “This will be a huge win for us. The deck is stacked against me. The chances of Lord Grimm helping me with my Lycan problem is slim at best.” She pointed out. “By defeating her and stopping her from reaching Lord Grimm. It would stack the deck more in my favor, I need that right now. So please let me handle this.” Raven uncovered Claire’s mouth.

“Fine,” Claire allowed. “I’ll let you fight her but.” She pointed at her. “The moment I see you struggling to defeat her. I’m going to get the scouts. Understood?” Raven replied with a nod. “Be careful.” She stepped back.

“Alright filthy leech, cut the bullshit.” Raven tightened her hand into a fist. “There’s no way you’re a messenger. If you were there would have been no need for you to run from me like you did. What rank are you really?” The vampire chuckled.

“Well you caught me,” She put her hands on her hips. “You’re right I’m not a messenger. The truth is I’m a healer. I’m here in order to,” She drew a line across her neck with her index finger. “Take out your precious Lord. Now is the time to ask yourself,” She smirked. “Do I really want to fight a vampire that is targeting my leader?”

“I have, and the answer is yes,” Raven replied. “I don’t just want to fight her. I want to kill her for even thinking she stood a chance at fighting our leader.” She walked forward. “Any last words before I kick your ass.”

“You seem confident,” She chuckled. “That’s good, it’s going to make it more interesting when I turn you into a fur coat. Now before I kill you, why don’t you tell me a little about yourself? First, what’s your rank? I told you mine it’s only fair you tell me yours.” Raven growled at her. She just knew this vampire was going to mock her.

“Omega,” She answered. “Don’t let my rank fool you. I’m much stronger than I look.” She held her fists up getting in a defensive stance.

“Is that so,” She pulled out a pink hair tie tying her blonde hair up in a ponytail. “My name is Patience and rest assured. I’m a lot stronger than I appear. This is something you will find out first hand.” She disappeared. Raven started to search for her. Out of nowhere, Raven felt a powerful kick strike her. She blocked her leg, knocking it aside. Raven quickly spun, punching her in the jaw. The vampire stumbled back, Raven struck her with a powerful roundhouse kick causing her to tumble across the grass.

Raven held up her fists preparing for Patience’s next move. The vampire charged at her, she blocked her attacks parrying her third strike. She countered by striking her with several punches to the chest. Patience tried to counter, Raven ducked her kick catching her with a swift leg sweep. While she was stumbling to regain composure, Raven struck her with a summersault. The impact knocked Patience to the ground. Raven landed perfectly on her feet holding her fists up to attack. This vampire, her moves were filled with grace but her fighting style was more for show. This made her attacks less effective and easy for an experienced fighter like her to predict.

“Not bad,” Patience rose to her feet. “For an Omega, you have great reflexes. Unfortunately for you,” She coated her hand in a light blue aura. -What is that?!- The aura started to treat the wounds created by her strikes. That’s right, she’s a healer. This wasn’t going to be as easy as she had hoped. “I’m just getting started.” She vanished, Raven blocked her strike only to notice a light green aura on her hands. -Huh?!- She felt her right arm go numb like it had been paralyzed. Patience swift kicked Raven into a tree.

The moment Raven was forced up against the tree. Patience’s strikes became more ruthless, she tried to block but she could only use her left arm to defend. Finally, Raven moved out of the way clenching her right arm. Why couldn’t she move it? Raven continued trying to force her arm to move but it was no use.

“What’s the matter?” Patience started to approach her. Raven stepped back, she couldn’t fight her not in this condition. “Can’t move your arm?” She tried to kick her, Raven dodged the attack keeping her distance. “Not to worry, soon your whole body won’t be able to move.” She coated her hand in a light green aura. “It will be like dissecting a frog.” She chuckled. “Only in this case it’ll be a werewolf instead.” That light green aura inflicts paralysis to whatever part of the body she touches.

“Cheap trick,” Raven evaded Patience’s attack. “It’s going to take more than that to beat me.” She revealed her claws swiping at her, Patience evaded but. Raven’s claws created several gashes in her shirt. She continued trying to cut her with her claws, Patience avoided her attacks. She countered by placing her hand on Raven’s knee. In an instant, Raven fell to the floor, her left leg had been paralyzed. Damn it, she got her again. Raven tried to move, but it was no good. Patience struck her with a powerful kick to the stomach knocking the wind out of her.

“This fight was over long before it began.” Patience tried to kick her again, Raven dug her claws into her leg holding it in place. “How do you intend to fight me, if you can’t even move? It’s pointless.” Raven started to force herself to stand up, this wasn’t over not by a long shot.

“Don’t ever underestimate me,” Raven drew her right arm back forcing it to move. She struck Patience in the jaw. She grabbed Patience by the ponytail spinning her around like a merry go round until her hair ripped. Patience’s body broke through several trees demolishing every tree she hit.

“Ouch,” Claire grabbed the back of her hair. Raven let go of the blonde strands of Patience’s hair that remained in her hand. She clinched her leg as constant aches began to torment her. These aches, they must be from the paralysis. Raven dropped to her knees holding her leg. She powered through the constant aches preparing to finish off the vampire.

“It’s not over yet,” Patience’s body rested against a tree. The strands of her blonde hair were torn. “I won’t die like this,” Her entire body started to emit a light blue aura. The wounds that covered her body started to heal at rapid speeds. “I will not be defeated by a weak Omega like you.” How did she recover so quickly? Raven started to evade her attacks, Patience’s attacks were geared toward inflicting paralysis. She couldn’t let a single attack land. Raven swiped at her with her sharp claws to her amazement Patience didn’t bother to dodge. The gash from her claws healed instantly. She was healing so fast she couldn’t hurt her.

“Damn it,” Raven continued to evade her attacks. She began studying her opponent’s attack patterns hoping to find a weak point to her enhanced regeneration rate. She tried cutting at her with claws in several different areas. Every wound healed at the exact same speed. There were no weak spots. How could she defeat her if she couldn’t hurt her? “Come on think,” Patience’s attacks were starting to get faster. Raven was struggling to keep up. There had to be something her brother Eric taught her that would help her out.

“There,” Patience struck Raven’s right leg. Shit, Raven tried to move her legs, they wouldn’t move. “It’s over,” She continued to strike Raven at rapid speeds. Raven felt her every strike paralyzing her body making it even harder for her to move. She struck Raven with a leg sweep catching her by the ankle. “You’re finished wolf,” She threw Raven by her ankle causing her body to crash into a tree. “Any last words,” She started walking toward her. It was no use, Raven couldn’t move. She was running out of options, there was no guarantee that this would break her free of the paralysis, regardless she had to try.

Raven’s sharp canines began to grow. The bones in her body began snapping out of the place. Her muscles started to expand. Thick black fur began to cover her body, the shape of her face shifted matching that of a ferocious wolf. Her bones continued to snap, her sharp claws grew longer. Her navy-blue eyes changed into a luminous white. She let out a fierce howl standing over her. Raven’s thoughts began to fade as an uncontrollable rage set in. She swiped at Patience with her claws relentlessly. The effects of the paralysis were now overpowered by her transformation just as she had hoped.

“So fast,” Patience tried to dodge her but the attacks wouldn’t stop. Gashes continued to appear on her body one after another. She used her enhanced regeneration to withstand the damage. Trouble is, she wasn’t healing fast enough. The werewolf clinched onto Patience’s shoulder with her sharp fangs ramming her body through many trees. She started to get back on her feet.

The wolf appeared in the air above her prepared to crush her ribs with the massive weight of her body. Patience jumped out of the way, the sheer power behind the landing created a massive crater in the ground. The force alone was enough to send Patience tumbling across the ground. The enraged wolf swatted Patience knocking her through more trees. The wolf started to charge at her.

Patience fought to move, she couldn’t. The damages caused to her body were too severe. Her ribs were shattered, her skull cracked by the force of her attacks. The boosted regeneration rate continued to heal the damages but it wasn’t fast enough. She had lost so much blood, she struggled just to maintain the ability. The worst damage of all was the black bite mark located on her shoulder. The werewolf’s venom had entered her body, it was only a matter of minutes before this poison claimed her life. There was no way for her to cure it either. No matter what she did, Patience was going to die. She had only one option left. She pulled out the werewolf killing medicine. Patience could take this wolf with her.

“Alright filthy wolf, let’s finish this.” Patience started to heal her wounds just enough for her to stand. The wolf went to bite her, she dodged at the last second, Patience cloaked her hand in a glowing white aura. “Now,” She struck the wolf in the chest, the aura began to reverse the effects of Raven’s werewolf transformation forcing her back into human form. “It worked,” Patience collapsed to her knees, healing herself once more.

“Son of a,” Raven cried out in agony. Her bones snapped back in place, the unexpected change left her lying there in pain. Her muscles felt as they were being compressed inside her body causing constant aches. “What was,” She tried to get back on her feet, it hurt to move. “What did you do to me?”

“It’s a new technique I developed,” Patience rose to her feet. “I nullified your werewolf transformation causing you to return to your human self.” She limped over to her holding the werewolf killing meds. The omega would no longer be able to move all she had to do was give her meds. Once she was rendered unconscious, Patience could finish her off. While she was trying to move, Patience collapsed to the ground, blood dripping from her lips. Her body, she wasn’t going to hold out much longer. Her boosted regeneration rate was used up in order to use that technique on her. She struggled to heal but the effects were weak. All she could do was numb the pain. She’s at her limit.

“Impossible,” Patience’s lips parted, Raven forced herself to stand. How could she be standing after being forced out of transformation? The amount of pain coursing through her body should have immobilized her for several minutes. “How are you able to move?” She wondered.

“If there’s one thing you’re going to learn about me,” Raven clinched her stomach limping toward her. The amount of pain she was facing was unreal. Her body was begging her to quit but she wouldn’t not until she beat this vampire. “It’s that,” Her navy-blue eyes formed a piercing glare. “I’m one stubborn bitch.”

“Fine then,” Patience forced herself to stand. “This time I will make sure you stay down.” She forced herself to run just as she was about to strike. Raven held out a sharp stick stabbing her directly in the heart. “Where did,” She looked around the entire forest that was now covered with sharp sticks created from their fight. She just had to pick one up and use it as a steak. She watched as her blood spilled out onto the steak in her chest.

“I’m sorry,” Raven twisted the steak and removed it from her chest. Patience clinched her bleeding chest dropping to the grass beneath her. Raven held the steak in her hand, stepping away from the vampire she had just killed.

“Selene,” Patience reached out toward the wolf that had slain her. It was strange to her how much this wolf reminded her of her sister. They were both strong, both were confident, every time she looked at her. She couldn’t help but see her sister. “I guess in the end, I was never able to compete with you my dear sister.” Her sight started to blur, her blood continued to pour out of her body. “Please take care of Brandon for me, don’t let him cry.” The sunlight beamed down on Patience’s lifeless body turning her into mere ash.

“You did it,” Claire embraced Raven. The moment she met her sister’s embrace she released the blood-stained steak in her hand. She dropped to her knees, her hands started to shake. She had just killed her first vampire. “You look terrible,” Claire set her bag down pulling out a med kit. “You know,” She started wiping the blood off Raven’s hands. “You could try being a little less reckless.” She grabbed Raven’s bag handing her a spare change of clothes.

“Thanks,” Raven grabbed the clothes, putting them on. While she was getting dressed her eyes remained on the clothes on the ground. This was all that was left of Patience, the piles of ash had scattered with the wind. Strange, during her fight with Patience she felt a connection with her. It was like she understood her and why she was trying so hard to beat her. It was more than just survival. Patience wanted to prove herself.

Raven could relate, her brother, Eric, he was always better than her. She had a voice that sounded like a sweet siren that lured men to their deaths. His voice was like an army of angels using their songs to cast out demons. She could learn to fight. Her brother would be the guy teaching her. Sometimes, she felt like she was just living in his shadow. Raven wondered if it was like that for Patience. Perhaps in a different life, they could have been friends. What if this war is nothing more than a sibling rivalry? Best not to go there.

“Claire,” Raven watched as her sister neared Patience’s clothing. “What are you doing?” She blocked her path. “You can’t just loot her body that’s invading her privacy.” Claire ignored her checking her clothing. “This is wrong,”

“No, this is war,” Claire countered. “There are no rules, besides,” She glanced up at the sun. “This vampire was out during the sunlight according to Lord Grimm. That shouldn’t be possible. Especially since she burst into flames after you killed her. Aren’t you at least curious as to-,” She pulled a pill bottle out of the pocket of the blue jeans, “Why?” Raven read the label on the bottle, it read Sun Repellant IX.

“IX,” Raven crossed her arms. “What does that even mean?” Claire tucked the pill bottle in her jacket pocket. “Is it some kind of code?”

“It’s a roman numeral,” Claire explained. “Healers and Medics use them to mark their completed products.” Raven’s eyes filled with confusion. None of this medical stuff made sense to her. “When we are making medicine,” She began. “We are required to write down all the resources used to make the medicine. That way the tracker can replenish them. Sometimes the results fail.” She put her hands in her pockets. “Other times, they don’t. So, to keep track we number every trial. Until the medicine is complete. it’s referred to as the original name to indicate that it’s still under development.” She added. “Once it’s complete we add a roman numeral. This allows us to check our notes, find that trial number and duplicate the results in order to make more.” Claire finished.

“What’s this?” Raven noticed a second pill bottle on the ground. The label read Werewolf killer. “Claire, you might want to take a look at this.” Her sister snatched the pill bottle from her. “What do you make of it?”

“Well it doesn’t have roman numerals so what does that tell you?” Claire asked, Raven didn’t answer. She blocked her sister out after she said medicine. “You see, this is why I’m the Medic and you’re the Omega.” She let out a sigh. “It’s not complete, the fact that it doesn’t have roman numerals on it means. It’s not complete. Please tell me you got that this time,”

“I got it,” Raven replied. “So,” She grabbed the pill bottle from her. “What do you think it does? Werewolf killer does sound a bit alarming considering that we’re werewolves.” Claire continued to examine the bottle.

“It could be anything,” Claire answered. “It could be a concentrated silver that can slide down our throat and kill us from the inside out.” Raven held her throat, that sounds painful. “Or,” She paused. “It might neutralize the werewolf venom in our bodies and make us human again. That could also be considered a werewolf killer seeing as we wouldn’t be werewolves anymore.” She removed the lone pill from the bottle. It looked like an ordinary pill, Raven took it from her sister.

“So, it can either kill us or turn us human.” Raven asked, Claire nodded. “I guess the only surefire way to find out what it does is to test it. It’s not complete, so it won’t succeed either way. Even if it does,” She glanced over at her sister. “It fixes the Lycan problem, If I take it and it makes me human. Lycan won’t marry me, he hates humans. If it kills me then he can’t marry me anyway.”

“You’re saying you’d rather die than marry Lycan.” Claire countered. “You could consider the fact that you have a sister. Just saying if you die, it will affect me, I do have feelings.” She pointed out.

“Yeah but if it’s designed to kill me it won’t work. It’s not complete,” Raven explained. “Now if it’s option two,” She flashed a second finger. “It might make me human long enough to fool Lycan. That’s good enough for me.” She grabbed a water bottle from her bag. “Here’s to not marrying Lycan.” She downed the pill, drinking the water.

“Wait,” Claire yelled. “What if she forgot to put the numerals on it?” Raven started trying to cough it up. It was too late, she already swallowed it. “This is bad, so bad,” She began walking back and forth. “How do you feel?”

“I don’t feel any,” Raven started light headed. Her body began getting heavier. Claire tried to hold her up but she collapsed to the ground. Her thoughts started to fade as she entered a deep sleep.

“Sister,” Claire brought her ear to her sister’s heart, still beating. That’s a good sign. She could hear her breathing as well. There didn’t appear to be any changes to her body either. That’s good so all the medicine did was put her in a comatose state. Claire let out a sigh of relief. All she had to do was remain here and guard her sister’s body. She started to hear footsteps from within the forest, each step was getting closer and closer to them. Could it be the scouts or... someone else?

Chapter 03:

Bloodshed

Part

II

Claire remained there in the forest with her sister. The footsteps continued to draw closer. She listened to each step using her enhanced senses. She took the Sun Repellant IX out of her jacket pocket tucking it into her sister’s pocket for safe keeping. By the time she was finished hiding the meds. Her navy-blue eyes met with the pale figure emerging from the trees.

This man wasn’t like the vampire they had just met. His skin shimmered in sunlight like glowing diamonds. His muscular frame was a clear giveaway that he was strong. The man’s pale brown eyes remained on the clothing that rested in the grass.

“Patience,” He picked up the pink shirt on the floor clinching it in his hand. His eyes formed an angry glare at her. Claire glanced down realizing there was blood on her jacket from cleaning her sister’s hands. “It was you,” He walked toward her. “You killed my sister.” Wait, she had nothing to do with this.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” Claire removed her jacket. She wasn’t like her sister, she didn’t like fighting. She preferred to be a spectator and simply watch the fights. Not participate in them. “I didn’t,” The man glanced over at the blood-stained steak on the ground. “Now I know this doesn’t look good but, I swear, I didn’t-,” He broke her words.

“You must think I’m stupid,” He walked closer to her, she backed up. “You’re,” He pointed at her. “Covered in her blood and there’s a wooden steak,” He pointed at the steak. “With her blood on it.” Claire backed into a tree as he drew closer and closer to her. “You’re telling me my sister just up and died on her own.” He smirked, “I think not,” He clinched her throat, choking her.

“I think some pesky,” He bared his fangs at her. “Insignificant wolf,” He gripped tighter on her throat. “Drove that steak through her heart.” He threw Claire, causing her to roll across the grass. “You killed someone precious to me.” She rose to her feet. “Now I’m going to kill someone precious to you to even the score.” He started to walk towards her sister’s defenseless body.

“Leave her alone,” Claire jumped on his shoulders. She slashed his throat with claws having no effect. He grabbed her by her hair, throwing her off him. She rolled checking her claws, she couldn’t believe it. Her claws went dull from trying to slit his throat. The vampire continued to walk toward Raven. She pulled out her pocket knife, cutting a gash on her palm. “I said leave her alone.” She jumped on his shoulders using the acidic effect of her blood to burn through his diamond skin. He screamed, grabbing her by her hair. He threw her off him, she rolled across the ground getting back on her feet.

“Bitch,” He gripped his neck that had been burned by the sunlight. “It seems there is some fight in you after all.” He turned toward her. “I was going to make you suffer but instead,” He tightened his hand into a fist. “I will just rip your heart out with my bare hand and crush it.” Claire watched as his powerful fist came toward her. She ducked his strike picking her knife up from the ground. The vampire started to grab her shirt, she scooped up a pile of dirt tossing it into his eyes. “Damn it,” He covered his eyes, backing away from her. Claire made haste for the nearest tree concealing herself behind it. Claire continued to observe him as he tried to remove the dirt from his eyes.

Here’s what she knew, one, this vampire’s special trait is that his skin is covered by what appeared to be diamond armor. Two, this armor protected him from the harsh rays of the sun. Three, the acidic effects of her blood could melt away a small area of his armor. Once the area was gone the sunlight could burn him. This means she at least had a chance at beating him. The only thing she needed to know was how long did it take for him to repair his armor?

Once Claire had that, she knew exactly how long she could stay on offense before she needed to hide again. Deep breaths, she may not be as gifted at fighting as her sister but she’s smarter. She can do this, just take it one step at a- The tree she concealed herself behind shattered into tiny pieces of wood.

“Found you,” The vampire tried to hit her, Claire jumped back. He continued trying to punch her, Claire used the trees to block his attacks. One by one her hiding spots were diminishing. She had to find a new method to avoid his attacks. Claire rolled underneath the vampire’s fist, she checked her palm which she had cut earlier. That’s right, her blood had enhanced healing properties. “What’s the matter, are you afraid?”

“Are you?” Claire countered. He tried to strike her. She ducked and slashed the knee cap of his jeans with her knife. She slit the palm of her hand placing it on his knee, this should slow him down. While the sun started to burn his leg. Claire quickly impaled his right knee cap with her knife. He gripped his bleeding leg as both the sunlight and her knife did their damage. The wound on her palm healed as she concealed herself up in the treetops.

“Fucking wolf,” He pulled the knife out of his knee throwing it aside. “When I find you, I’m going to rip you apart.” Claire started to count seconds in her head. “Fine you don’t want to come out then, I’ll just force you out.” He started to walk towards Raven. Damn it, Claire jumped out of the tree trying to tackle him. He caught her mid-air throwing her clear across the forest.

The vampire started walking toward her. Claire started to take deep breaths. She wasn’t going to be able to hide from him. She had no choice, she had to put her brother’s self defense training to use. This is probably the only time she was ever going to admit that having Eric as her older brother came in handy. Claire rose to her feet pulling out her claws, she monitored the wound on the vampire’s knee. The wound was still bleeding but the diamond had once again formed over it. So, it took a rough two minutes for the armor to repair itself. She could do this, she took another deep breath.

The vampire continued to attack her, Claire evaded his attacks waiting for an opening. He grabbed her by her shirt and threw her aside. She rolled over to her knife picking it up off the ground. She cut her palm racing toward him, she side stepped his kick ducking underneath it. Claire touched his right side with her acidic blood. The sun started to burn him, he ignored the pain striking at her at a much faster speed. She continued to dodge, striking the same spot with her claws. A gash appeared on his side. Keep attacking. Claire touched his other side, another gash appeared on him. He countered hitting her with a powerful backhand knocking her off her feet.

“You’re finished,” He picked her up with one arm, choking her. “Be sure to tell my sister Patience hello for me,” Claire started clenching her throat, she couldn’t get free of his grip. Her feet dangled in the air as he continued to choke the life out of her. There had to be something she could do, she noticed the wound on her hand was starting to heal but was still bleeding. She just needed to-

“T-Tell her yourself asshole,” Claire placed her hand on his forehead, burning his face with acidic blood. He screamed, dropping her, she picked up the bloody steak Raven used to kill Patience and jammed it deep into his forehead. She snapped the stick making it harder for him to remove. She clinched her throat trying to catch her breath. She didn’t have much time before he retaliated. Claire had to finish him off now.

The shape of Claire’s body started to change. Her face shifted to that of an angry wolf. Her eyes ignited with rage. Her claws stretched out being laced with the acidic effects of her blood. Thick brown fur began to shroud her body as she emerged into her werewolf transformation. She let out a loud howl rushing at him like a berserker.

“Fuck,” Brandon ripped the steak out of his skull. His pale brown eyes took notice of the wolf charging at him. Perfect, this is exactly what he was waiting for. He specialized in fighting these beasts in their natural form. Brandon caught her arms keeping her claws from touching him. He drew his head ramming it into her snout causing her nose to drip blood.

“You see sweetheart,” Brandon laughed. “Most werewolves have no control over their actions in their true form.” She tried to charge at him. He threw her aside causing the beast to roll across the ground. “In that state they are nothing but an anger fueled beast attacking like a wild animal.” She growled lashing at him with her claws. “There’s no strategy,” Brandon knocked her arm aside. “No skill.” He punched her in the stomach. “Most of all, no smarts.” He kicked her into a tree. “Which,” Brandon used his strength to rip a tree out of the ground. “Makes them easy pickings for guys like me.” She howled, charging at him. “Lights out bitch,” He struck her with the tree, breaking it into tiny pieces over her body.

“This wolf,” Brandon has killed several werewolves in the past. Why was this one any different? She murdered his sister in cold blood. He should have no problem with killing her but something was stopping him. This wolf, she wasn’t like the rest, she’s intelligent to have fought someone like him having little to no experience. It is an amazing feat. That and to be so…beautiful. Her long brunette hair was a flow of perfection. Her skin, nothing short of flawless. Most of all, she’s a rare breed of wolf, most werewolves didn’t have special abilities. This wolf is one-of-a-kind but she murdered his sister. Brandon had to kill her, he couldn’t just let her live after doing something like that.

“Claire,” That voice, it was the other wolf. She would be awake soon. There wasn’t any time left to think. Brandon released the sharp stick in his hand.

“Remember this wolf,” Brandon brought his lips to her ear. “The only reason you live is because,” He ran his fingers through her hair. “I was the one who allowed it.” He walked away taking his leave of the forest. The next time he saw her, Brandon wasn’t going to show her any sign of remorse.

Chapter 03:

Bloodshed

Part

III

The moment Patience left his room kept playing in Angel’s mind on repeat. He couldn’t help but worry about her. The way she was acting before Brandon entered the room. She was in a dark place, a place he had been before. It was the type of place you go to when you’re longing for death. Once you go there, it’s hard to come back. Surely this was just in his head, Patience wouldn’t do something like that.

Angel continued to search the castle halls. He hoped to find her still in the safety of the castle walls. There was no trace of her or Brandon, this caused him to worry even more. He should treat this as a family matter and not get involved. Angel felt as if everyone in his team were his family. Perhaps, he should ask Selene just to be on the safe side.

“Commander,” Selene fixed the strands of her blonde hair. He shifted his eyes towards her with a bothered glare on his face. “Right, I keep forgetting you don’t like being called that.” She admitted. “So Angel,” She blocked his path. “What’s bothering you?” He tried to walk past her. “Don’t even,” She held her arm out. “I have been going over war rations, troop numbers, supply count, and even the new training regiments. You haven’t shown even the slightest hint of interest.” She crossed her arms. “Most commanders would pay attention to these things because they are important. The fact you aren’t tells me something is bothering you.”

“It’s Patience,” Angel answered. “Do you have any idea as to where she went?” He leaned against the wall. “I can’t think about this war when my mind is stuck on how things went with her. You were harsh,”

“Not that my relationship with my sister is any of your business but,” Selene let out a sigh. “I said what I needed to say,” She added. “Patience has always had everything just given to her. She got the guys, the looks, the praise, all of it just given to her. At some point. She’s got to learn to earn things. That’s exactly what I’m trying to teach her. If I got to be a bitch to do it then so be it,” She shrugged. “Besides, she went on a supply run with Brandon, they’ll be back shortly.”

“Supply run,” Angel replied with a nod. “I guess I don’t have anything to worry about.” He shrugged. “Just send me a list of the rations, the supplies, troop numbers, and the approval form for the new training regimen. I will look at them and give you feedback.” He started to leave. “Wait, one more thing,” He rushed back to Selene. “Jayden is a new vampire, right?”

“Yes that, he is,” Selene answered. “What’s on your mind?” She placed her hands on her hips.

“Do you think that you could spar with him for me?” Angel asked. “He’s yet to show us what he can do.” He reminded her. “He’s under the impression that he’s skilled enough to be on the battlefield with us in the front line. But, being recently turned, that’s not the case. I need you to show him the difference between someone who fights in the front of line compared to someone who remains in the back.”

“Not to upset you but,” Selene paused. “You and Ziek were recently turned.” She crossed her arms. “Both of you fight in the frontline with me.” Angel scolded her. “I know you’re a special case because you have secret training sessions with the king.” Exactly and don’t forget it. Those training sessions are intense. “Ziek is a special case because he’s Ziek. There’s no real way to explain it except to say he’s gifted.” Selene reasoned. “Consider it done, I’ll be more than happy to whip him into shape.”

“This isn’t just for him,” Angel added. “I think it would be good for you as well.” He put his hands in his pockets. “Think of it as a way for you to blow off some steam. You have been making several preparations for the war. It’s been awhile since you had some fun just promise me you won’t break him.” He continued down the hall.

Selene started to head towards Jayden’s room. She recognized the vampire walking down the hall. That raven colored hair was styled in a long ponytail. The two swords sheathed on his back. This man is, “Scythe,” She spoke in shock. “It’s rare for you to be roaming the castle halls.” Scythe turned around walking toward her.

“It has been awhile,” Scythe agreed. “Lord Alexander has had me doing many errands as of late.” He rested his back against the wall. “It’s rare that I get time to myself. Let alone greet the rest of the team, so how is the new commander fairing?” He started to walk down the hall, Selene walked beside him.

“Angel, he’s actually taking to the job well.” Selene fixed her blonde hair. “I heard that not even you’re allowed to watch him train with the king. It’s not like Lord Alexander to keep you in the dark, he trusts you over anyone else.” She continued to walk alongside Scythe. “I wonder what Lord Alexander sees in Angel. He has his unique mannerisms but he’s still just a vampire like us. What makes him so special?”

“I can’t say,” Scythe answered. “When I first laid eyes on Angel, I found him lying outside in the sun longing for death.” Selene stopped, Angel tried to kill himself. When did this happen? “I offered him a few words of advice and to be honest, I didn’t think he’d listen.” His lips formed a smile. “I was really surprised when he took the Sun Repellant IX from me. He chose to live. I still don’t know why he made that decision but I’m glad he did.”

“That makes two of us,” Selene replied. “Speaking of saving lives, have you seen Jayden?” She figured since Scythe saved Jayden’s life by biting him. He would be the best person to ask for his whereabouts. After all, Jayden is his responsibility.

“He was just standing outside Blaire’s room a second ago.” Scythe crossed his arms. “She shot him down again.” Selene shook her head, that boy doesn’t know when to give up. “You should check his room. He usually goes there to sulk for a few minutes.” He started to walk away. “Wait,” Scythe stopped. “You aren’t by any chance going to spar with him, are you?”

“Angel asked me to,” Selene answered. “Why is there a problem?” She raised her brow the moment he started to chuckle. “Is something about that funny?” Scythe is starting to act strange, she never could tell what went on in their tactician’s brain. Of course, that’s to be expected. He’s one of the older vampires. His body however, Selene’s eyes trailed his well-built frame down from his muscle shirt which was cut to reveal his hardened abs. She continued down the fabrics of his black pants, his legs were dressed for agility.

“I think you are right,” Scythe’s lips formed a smile. “Angel is taking his title as Commander well.” Scythe placed his hand on her shoulder. He continued up the stairs taking his leave of her.

Selene began walking towards Jayden’s room. She stopped at his door. She could hear the faint sound of water running. She knocked on the door waiting for him to answer. Selene counted to three in her head and barged into his room.

“Hey,” Jayden screamed, covering himself with a towel. “I wasn’t dressed yet,” She wasn’t exactly known for her patience. “Mind explaining why you barged into my room?” He grabbed another towel drying his wet hair.

“I did knock first,” Selene pointed out. “It’s not like it matters if I saw you naked. You aren’t the type of guy I go for.” Her eyes scaled his shirtless body, he had little to no muscle, he needed to train more. The werewolves would have little trouble disposing of him. “I’m not even the slightest bit impressed by you.”

“Oh really,” Jayden threw the towel he used to dry his hair in his laundry basket. “Not even if you were to see,” He started to remove the towel covering his masculinity. Selene pulled a sword off his wall holding it to his throat. “Relax,” He lowered the sword. “I was just joking, like I’d let you see my dick. Please you’re good but not that good.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” Selene fixed her blonde hair. “I’m interested in men.” She hung the sword back on his wall. “Not boys who play with small swords.” She picked up one of Jayden’s daggers. “Now,” She handed Jayden his dagger. “I have been made aware that you are the only new vampire without someone to train you. You do realize that without proper training you’ll be killed in seconds.”

“I don’t need a teacher,” Jayden argued. “I can teach myself besides I’m not the only person without someone to teach me. Angel trains himself, why can’t I?” That’s not even true, Angel does have someone to train him. He just couldn’t tell anyone who it was. “Thanks for the offer but I can take care of myself.” Selene laughed.

“I wasn’t offering to train you,” She countered. “I don’t use swords, you’d gain nothing by being taught by me. Besides, I’m training Ziek.” She added. “I have a very busy schedule. Brandon has been helping me with that. Which means you need to find someone other than me and Brandon. Preferably, someone who can use a sword.”

“I already told you,” Jayden punched his dresser. “I don’t need a master,” He spoke louder. “I can handle it myself.” He walked up to her. “Besides,” Jayden crossed his arms. “Name one vampire that uses a sword who would be willing to teach me. Go ahead, I’ll wait.” Selene did know at least one but. He didn’t take students not unless they were exceptional students. That’s what Angel’s after, this match. It served as a chance for Jayden to prove his worth to a very picky master.

“You’re aware, that,” Selene smirked. Perhaps, she could offer him some bait. “Blaire uses a sword.” His face the moment he heard the girl of his dreams wielded a sword. It was clear she got his interest.

“She does,” Jayden jumped. “That’s perfect, she could-,” Selene chuckled. “Why are you laughing?” He grabbed her shirt. “Tell Blaire that I’d be more than happy to be her student.” He spoke in excitement. “This is my chance to prove that I’m better for her than Angel. Selene, come on, you got to tell her.” Selene laughed harder.

“Oh no, boy, she’s not the teaching type.” Selene replied. “Blaire is only interested in training herself. She’ll never accept a student.” He took the bait now she just needed to push him in the right direction. “What if I told you that she had a master?” She offered. Jayden’s lips parted.

“You mean Lord Alexander,” Jayden shouted. “That’s incredible. The king wants to train me. That’s the best news ever,” He embraced her. “I could tell him to let me marry Blaire instead. This is great, so great, Selene, tell him that I’m interested.” Selene laughed. Lord Alexander can’t train him, he’s training Angel. That alone is a miracle, he didn’t take students either. “Wait, not him either, then who?”

“Scythe,” Selene answered. “He’s the one who taught Blaire.” She explained. “You see if you can get him to train you.” She leaned against his dresser. “It would look good in terms of getting Blaire to date you.” Jayden began to ponder her words. “But Scythe isn’t easy to please. He’s the best sword wielder we have. He’s even better than Lord Alexander himself.” She added. “In order to get him to waste his precious time training you.” She started to walk circles around Jayden. “You’re going to have to impress him.”

“Scythe, isn’t he the vampire that turned me?” Jayden asked. “Say I was interested in being his student.” He offered. “What would I need to do in order to impress him?” He crossed his arms. “Don’t get the wrong idea about this, I still want to train myself.” Selene let out a sigh. He wasn’t going to live long without someone to teach him.

“You really intend to train yourself,” Selene put her hands on her hips. “If that’s what you want then,” She glared into his eyes. “I hope you don’t mind proving to me that you can handle it.” She challenged, “As second in command it would be foolish of me to let an untrained vampire enter the battlefield. You’d be nothing but a heavy weight on our backs that we’d have to carry. I won’t let that happen, so,” She approached him. “I propose a wager. If I beat you, you have to seek out someone to train you. If I lose, you can train yourself.” Selene held out her hand. “Do we have a deal?”

“Deal,” Jayden shook her hand.

“Get dressed,” Selene started to leave. “I’ll see you at the training grounds.” She shut the door to his room. He took the bait now all that was left was to get Scythe to spectate the fight. From there on it was up to Jayden to impress him. She noticed Angel heading toward the training ground with Scythe. It’s as she thought, he planned to use her sparring match with Jayden as a way to get Scythe to train Jayden. She’d let him handle Scythe, she’d deal with Jayden.

The training grounds were set up like an arena. It was empty, consisting of nothing but concrete floor and marble walls. The center was marked by a giant bat with wings spread out. The stands above were filled with spectators. There in the throne, Lord Alexander himself, sat watching the match next to his daughter. Angel and Scythe were both standing up there with the king looking down on the fight. Selene crossed her arms waiting for Jayden to arrive at the arena. It felt strange not having Brandon or Patience here to watch her fight. Shouldn’t they be back by now?

“What have I done,” Jayden stared at all his weapons. He couldn’t believe it, he just challenged Selene. There’s no way he could defeat her. She’s six ranks higher than him. She’s going to wipe the floor with him and in front of Blaire too. Perhaps, he shouldn’t show up, no, he couldn’t do that. That’d be worse than losing to her. “I got this, I just got to grab all my weapons and fight like my life depended on it.” He gathered every weapon in his possession, stuffing them in his bag. “You can do this,” He left his room bumping into what felt like a wall of muscle. The impact caused him to nearly fall on his ass.

“Careful,” Ziek helped him back on his feet. “You really should-,” He stopped mid -sentence. “Jayden, is it true that you’re going to challenge Selene?” He replied with a nod. Wait a sec, Ziek is being trained by Selene and he’s an experienced fighter. This is perfect, he could ask him for advice.

“What are my chances of beating her?” Jayden asked. “Should I forfeit or,” He put his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Do I have a shot?” Ziek patted him on the head. “Well, what do you think?” Come on, there had to be something he could do.

“Selene’s going to kick your ass.” Ziek’s lips formed a smile. “She’s one tough bitch to take down. Believe me,” He placed his hand on his chest. “I fight her almost everyday and sometimes I just can’t beat her.” What if Ziek can’t beat her either then there’s no way he could. “The woman can fight, it’s like she’s a natural born killer.” Jayden started to tremble in fear. She’s going to obliterate him.

“I can’t really give you any advice but why don’t you ask,” Ziek cringed like something was caught in his throat. “S-Sc-Scythe?” He let out. That’s right, Ziek is Scythe’s rival. Those two couldn’t stand each other. “He’s good when it comes to building a strategy.” Great idea, Jayden raced to the stands to find Scythe.

“Scythe,” Jayden grabbed Scythe’s arm. “I really need your help man,” He panicked. “I got into this fight with Selene and if you don’t help. She’s going to kick my ass. Come on please tell me I got a chance.” The tactician raised his brow.

“Jayden, shouldn’t you be-,” Angel started to speak but Scythe held out his hand. “As you wish,” He shrugged.

“You are asking me for advice?” Scythe asked, Jayden nodded. “Selene is without a doubt a formidable opponent. There is a chance that you could defeat her, though very slim.” He added. “If you follow my instructions, you should do fine.” He brought his lips to Jayden’s ear. “Selene’s far range attacks aren’t as powerful as her close range. If you keep your distance from her, it will offer you the advantage. Should she get close, simply dodge whatever attacks you can and move away from her. If you do that, you might have a chance.”

“Thanks Scythe, you’re the best.” Jayden rushed into the arena. “Let’s do this Selene,” He pulled out his daggers preparing to fight her. Selene walked to the center of the arena. His hands started to tremble. Keep at a distance, don’t let her get close. If he did that, he could defeat her.

“Let’s see what you got,” Selene brushed her blonde hair back. “I promised Angel that I wouldn’t break you.” Her hands tightened into a fist. “It’s too bad, I was never good at keeping my promises.” Angel jumped down from the stands getting in between them. Jayden watched as Angel’s finger counted down from three. The moment he reached one, he jumped out of the way allowing them to face each other.

“Take this,” Jayden quickly jumped back. He began firing several throwing daggers at Selene. She casually evaded every single one of them. Selene flicked a single dagger back at him. The dagger moved so fast it cut the side of his cheek. “Oh shi-,” Before he could finish his sentence Selene’s fist struck him directly in the face. He tried to back away from her. Selene began punching him. Each punch was more ruthless than the next. He felt a powerful jerk on his shirt. Soon after, Selene started slapping him in the face at rapid speeds. He felt the power of her knee strike him in the stomach.

“Out of my sight,” Selene threw him by his shirt. Jayden slid back fighting to stay on his feet. He threw a few more daggers at her, Selene swung her arm. The wind behind her arm caused the daggers to stop before hitting her. “Is this the best you can do?” She put her hands on her hips. “You must be joking,” Jayden glared at her.

“I’m just getting started,” Jayden pulled out throwing darts laced with holy water. He hurled them at her. Selene rushed past them,knocking them back due to her immense speed. He jumped over her throwing more darts, Selene blocked them. Her blue eyes glared at him as the holy water burned her arm. This would block out her ability to turn her blood into a deadly explosive and prevent her from healing herself. “That should even the odds,” He pulled out his daggers charging at her.

“Nice trick,” Selene dodged his attack. “But,” He felt the power of her fist strike his stomach. “It’s going to take much more than that,” She knocked the daggers out of his hands, kicking him back. She appeared in front of him striking him at rapid speeds. Jayden blocked her attacks with his arms. No matter how hard he searched, he couldn’t find an opening, she wasn’t letting up even for a sec-Shit?!- Selene caught him with a leg sweep while he was falling. She grabbed his ankle. Selene spun around, throwing him clear across the arena. Jayden’s body crashed into the stone wall leaving cracks in it.

“Damn it,” Jayden fought to get back on his feet. “I knew you were strong Selene but never this strong. Still,” He reached into his bag pulling out a smoke bomb. “I’m not going to let myself be beat by a girl.” He hurled the smoke bomb at her, blinding her. He continued hurling his throwing daggers at her hoping to keep her pinned. “Did I,” Jayden paused, having used up all his throwing daggers. “Get her?” He felt his body crash into the wall being kicked by Selene.

“No, you didn’t,” Selene fixed her hair. “You damaged my shirt,” She showed him the cut on her long-sleeved undershirt. Jayden couldn’t believe it. She dodged every single one of his daggers with only getting a cut on her sleeve. “You really shouldn’t damage a woman’s clothing, it only,” She glared into his eyes. “Pisses them off.” Jayden reached for more weapons to throw but he was out. He used them all in that last attack.

“Not good,” Jayden dodged her fist causing her to strike the wall. He ran over to his dagger swinging at her. Selene’s body swayed against every strike dodging every one of them. She caught his hand gripping it tightly.

Selene started to grab Jayden’s other hand but an image struck her mind. This image, she could see her sister Patience in a forest, a smile on her lips. A second flash struck her leaving a sharp pain in her chest. Why is she seeing her sister? This doesn’t make any- Selene felt Jayden’s dagger cut a deep gash on her arm.

“I hit her,” Jayden stared at the blood on his dagger. “I can’t believe I actually got her.” Selene’s eyes burned with rage. “Oh shit, I got her,” He ran picking up throwing daggers off the floor. He started hurling them at her as he grabbed them. Selene snapped her fingers, the blood on Jayden’s dagger exploded. The impact caused him to slide across the ground covered in burn marks. Her abilities must have returned to her.

“I will show you no mercy,” Selene vanished, attacking Jayden at immense speeds. She moved too fast for him to even see her. Jayden could only feel her hitting him relentlessly each strike getting heavier and heavier until. Selene gripped his ankle slamming him on the ground then throwing him aside. “Catch,” Selene tossed a vial of her blood at him, Jayden gasped. Selene snapped her fingers creating a massive explosion leaving a crater in the ground. “Call it,” Selene laced her hand in a light blue aura healing the gash on her arm.

“Selene wins,” Angel announced. Selene began treating Jayden’s wounds from the fight. “I thought I told you not to break him,” He crossed his arms at her. “Don’t you think that explosion was a bit too much.”

“What,” Selene shrugged. “He hit me, he asked for it.” She added. “It’s not like I can’t heal him and besides he’s not dead.” She rose to her feet. “He’s just got knocked out, he’ll be on his feet in no time.”

“Just promise me,” Angel placed his hand on her shoulder. “When you’re done. You’ll take him back to his room.” Selene replied with a nod allowing him to take his leave. She picked Jayden up, placing his unconscious body in Ziek’s arms.

“Take him back to his room.” Selene ordered. Ziek started to argue and she scolded him. “I’m training you, aren’t I?” He groaned. “That means I’m your master and as your master that means you have to do as I say. So, don’t argue and just do it.”

The flashes of the fight echoed in his mind. The effects left his head pounding, Jayden leaned forward rubbing the back of his head. He still couldn’t believe that Selene was able to defeat him that easily. It was clear to him, she was pulling her punches trying to make him look good but for what reason? She could have just used that last combo and finished him in the beginning of the match. Still, Jayden let out a sigh. She beat him, he had to hold up his end of the deal. Jayden climbed out of bed.

Jayden made his way towards Scythe’s bedroom. If he remembered correctly. His room was located on the highest level of the castle. Strange, Lord Alexander and Blaire’s room were both up there with his. That floor of the castle was used for royalty but Scythe didn’t fit that category. That must mean he’s important to the King. Perhaps having him as a master wouldn’t be a bad idea. He arrived at Scythe’s door prepared to knock.

Before Jayden could, his arm started to tremble and freeze. Doubt entered his mind, Scythe is powerful, the greatest swordsman. He’s defeated hundreds of werewolves. Why would someone like that train someone like him? It’s absurd, there’s no way Scythe would ever accept him, he just watched him get his ass kicked by Selene. He should just walk away and forget about it but, it’s Scythe. He had to at least try, he just knew there wasn’t going to be a better person to train him. He tapped lightly on the door but there was no answer.

“Scythe,” He whispered, still no answer. He tapped again, no answer. Scythe might not be in his room. Lord Alexander has a bad habit of sending him to run errands for him. It’s rare for anyone to really see Scythe in the castle. Perhaps, he should at least check and see if he’s there. If not, Jayden will come back later. He turned the knob. The door is unlocked. Jayden continued to push the door open slowly crack by tiny crack. The moment his pale blue eyes peeked into the room. Jayden’s entire body froze in complete shock.

The long strands of Scythe’s black hair were caught in the hands of another man. The man had dark blue hair styled in gothic fashion. His lips were pressed against Scythe’s, his hands touching Scythe’s exposed chest and abs. His frame was equally as gifted as Scythe’s except his skin was only slightly pale.

Jayden could make out a tattoo over the man’s heart, it was that of an elegant butterfly. On his right wrist, there was a small tattoo of a sword. The man had a scar of four claw marks running down his right shoulder. Jayden figured those marks were caused by a werewolf’s claws. His eyes trailed down, taking notice of the man’s ripped blue jeans. The zipper on the jeans was partly unzipped revealing his white lighting themed boxer briefs. Jayden’s eyes centered down toward the full-on erection growing in the man’s boxers.

“Oh my,” Jayden couldn’t shake what he had seen. There wasn’t a single doubt. The great Scythe, he’s. There’s got to be a logical explanation, Scythe can’t be into guys. This is not happening, the greatest swordsman is. “If only I could say it.” He peeked into the room once more.

“Scythe stop,” The man whispered, taking hold of his hand. “I can’t bone you with someone standing in the doorway.” He pointed towards Jayden, Scythe turned to face him. “You want to deal with it or,” Scythe let out a sigh.

“Forgive me Fate,” Scythe started to get out of bed. Fate took his hand bringing him closer, kissing his neck. “I know, I made a promise that we’d have sex tonight but,” Scythe placed his hands on his mate’s chest. “I need to talk to Jayden for a minute.” He explained. “I will make it up to you of that. You have my word.” Fate bit his lip.

“But Scythe,” Fate countered. “I was looking forward to spending the entire night with you. We rarely see each other,” He pressed his lips against Scythe’s neck. “Come on please,” Fate placed his finger on Scythe’s lip. “Don’t make me wait any longer.” Scythe started to leave but he grabbed his hand.

“I have to go,” Scythe explained. “You are aware that I can’t-,”

“This isn’t fair,” Fate argued. “Why can’t you just spend time on yourself rather than wasting it on others?” Scythe’s eyes formed a piercing glare. “I understand,” He let out a defeated sigh. “If I were to ask you to do that then you wouldn’t be who you are.” He climbed out of bed zipping up his pants. “I’ll bone you later,” He pressed his lips against Scythe’s. Fate picked his shirt up off the floor walking out of the bedroom.

“Jayden,” Scythe’s eyes glanced up at him. “What brings you to my room, this late at night?” He climbed out of bed zipping up his pants. “This had better be important,” He crossed his arms at him. Jayden still couldn’t shake the fact that Scythe had a boyfriend. Not a girlfriend but a boyfriend. This could make being Scythe’s student a bit more complicated.

“Well um,” Jayden’s eyes remained on Scythe’s mattress. “I was going to ask you to train me but um,” No matter how hard he tried, Jayden couldn’t ignore the fact Scythe is interested in men. He couldn’t let Scythe train him, what if, Scythe started to develop feelings for him. There could be times where Jayden would have to remove his clothing for training reasons. He couldn’t let Scythe train him. “I think I’ll just look elsewhere for training.” He started to leave but the door shut, Scythe stood there blocking his path.

“Why is that?” Scythe raised his brow. “If I was to take a guess on this,” He walked up to Jayden. “You do not wish for me to train you because,” Jayden started to back up, Scythe held one of the many swords hanging on his wall in his hand. “I am interested in men. You think because I like to be taken by guys that I might not be a good fit for you.” He gulped. “That is insulting, first you enter my room unannounced and now, you wish to insult me.” He glared into Jayden’s eyes. “You have no idea what you are getting yourself into. Selene, she is indeed strong but I am much worse. You see,” Scythe held up his sword. “I enjoy cutting things, I like watching people who upset me bleed to death. Sometimes,” His lips formed a sinister smile. “I enjoy cutting them into tiny microscopic pieces.”

“I didn’t mean to insult you.” Jayden held up his hands. “I was just shocked, that's all.” The glare in Scythe’s eyes started to remind of a deadly serpent. He could already visualize the death Scythe had planned for him. “In fact,” He gulped. “It doesn’t bother me at all, I have no problems with you liking men at all.” The glare faded.

“That is good,” Scythe hung his sword up on the wall. “For a moment I thought I was going to have to kill you.” His lips formed a sweet smile. “Now that we have cleared that up, we should discuss the matter at hand.” He cleared his throat. “Training, I for one think training you would not be a bad idea. You take orders well and that is important. You proved that in your fight against Selene. So, if you want, I will train you.”

“Seriously,” Jayden replied. “You’d train me.” Scythe replied with a nod. “Wait but what if you like, come on to me. I mean is that going to be a problem or,” Scythe let out a sigh. “Come on, I’m an attractive guy, I mean, you can’t say that you wouldn’t fuck me because I’d fuck me.”

“You are far from being my type.” Scythe answered. “I was the one who bit you and turned you into a vampire. Vampires view the transition in different ways. I choose to view it as if you are my child. By biting you, I made you my child.” He explained. “This means, I have no desire nor will I ever develop the desire to sleep with you. It would be in poor taste.” Scythe closed his eyes.

“In that case,” Jayden cleared his throat. “I would be honored to be your student.” He added. “I understand you are selective of those you train.” He lowered his head. “So, I’ll ask you formally, Scythe will you take me on as your student?”

“Wise choice,” Scythe replied. “If you would have asked informally. I would have declined.” He grabbed his shirt and put it on. “Before I accept, there are a few things you must understand.” He grabbed his sword off the wall. “One, my time is precious and will not be wasted on those unwilling to learn. Two, training will be harsh, there will be no breaks and no excuses for failure.” He sheathed his sword. “If you agree to my terms then let us proceed to the training grounds.” Jayden replied with a nod following Scythe to the training grounds.

Chapter 04:

Lord Grimm

“Claire,” Raven started to shake her sister. She couldn’t figure out why she was unconscious or how she ended up laying in the forest naked. There could only be one explanation Claire had encountered a vampire. This wasn’t good, the forest of wolves was no longer safe especially if her sister was getting into fights. “Sister, you need to wake up.” She spoke louder, Claire’s eyes started to open.

“Wha-,” Claire leaned forward covering her chest. “Where,” Raven noticed her sister’s eyes wandering the forest. It was like she was searching for something or better yet someone. “Raven, you’re awake.” She handed her sister some clothes to change into. “Thanks,” Claire put on the clothes. The garments consisted of a blue tank top and blue jeans.

“What happened?” Raven handed Claire her jacket. She took it from her putting it on. “I found you unconscious in the forest. Did someone attack you if so, where is that bastard I’ll fucking kill him.” She started sniffing the air, nothing out of the ordinary.

“It’s nothing,” Claire answered. “I must have fallen asleep in wolf form.” She zipped up her jacket. “I tend to do that sometimes. It helps me learn to control the rage that builds in the form. If you were smart, you’d start doing that as well.” Raven let out a sigh. This was an obvious lie, they were in the middle of a forest covered with werewolf scouts. Most of these scouts were men. No woman in their right mind would risk falling asleep naked in that sort of situation. Especially her sister. “Anyway, we should probably get going.” She started to walk ahead of her.

“Right,” Raven continued to walk with her sister.

The two sisters stopped at the mountain with the highest peak. The place Claire assumed Lord Grimm’s castle had been hidden. The entire mountain was made of hard rock, there appeared to be a large cave in what would have been the entrance to a cavern. Raven tried to break through the rocks with her claws but it was no use. The rocks were too heavy for either of them to lift. “Are you sure this is the right place?” Raven glanced up at the mountain. There wasn’t any sign of a castle and there wasn’t a way inside.

“This has to be it,” Claire tried to dig into the cave-in. “No good, we can’t get inside.” She placed her hand on the mountain. “Wait, Raven, look at this,” She motioned her sister toward the mountain base. Raven ran her fingers across the rock, these markings on the rock, they were done by. Raven withdrew her claws. “Well, what do you think?” Claire put her hands in her jacket pockets.

“We have to climb this,” Raven glanced up at the mountain peak. Claire started to argue with her. “Think about it,” She interrupted. “If this place is Lord Grimm’s stronghold. The goal would be to keep the vampires from getting inside. The best way for him to do that is to make it so only werewolves can reach the castle.” She explained. “This cave in, it was done on purpose to keep vampires out.”

“You’re serious,” Claire glanced up at the mountain. “I mean I guess that makes sense but,” She groaned. “Do we really have to climb this entire mountain?” She complained. “That’s going to require a lot of climbing still,” She placed her hand on the markings. “It would explain the claw marks. For a werewolf, climbing is second nature.” She let out a deep sigh. “Let’s do it,” She removed her jacket, stuffing it in her bag. “Give me a boost,” Claire stepped back, Raven got in position. She charged at her sister being lifted into the air. She sunk her claws into the hard rock piercing it. “Your turn.” She held her hand out to her sister. “Raven?”

“I have a better idea,” Raven started to climb a nearby tree. She stepped back, jumping as far as she could off the top of the tree. Her claws scraped against the mountain side leaving gashes on the rock. “See, told you I had a better idea.” She smiled at her sister.

“Show off,” Claire started climbing, staying a couple of feet behind her sister.

Raven continued to climb to the top of the mountain. Once she arrived at the mountain peak, her navy-blue eyes took sight at the castle sheltered by the treacherous mountain. The castle was made of stone with wolf engravings drawn on the side of it. She was breath taken by sight, the forest that surrounded the Luminous Castle was filled with wolves and food for them to hunt.

“This is amazing,” Claire said, once she reached the top of the mountain. “I never expected Lord Grimm’s castle to be so,” She began stumbling on her words. “Extravagant.” Raven had to admit this castle was a real sight to behold. Too bad only werewolves got the chance to see it. Probably for the best, vampires would only stain the décor. “I wonder what the inside looks like.”

“Let’s find out,” Raven noticed the giant slope that led down the mountain. She ran toward it using her feet to surf down the slope. She dodged the many protruding rocks along the way landing into the forestry below. “Made it,” She smirked. “That was easy right, sis,” She glanced up at the mountain.

“I can do this,” Claire attempted to surf down like her sister. “Oh no,” Her foot slid into one of the small protruding rocks causing her to lose her balance. Claire screamed falling on her back, sinking her claws into the slide. She swerved out of the way of the rocks that were sticking out of the mountain. Her path was brought into a crash course with her sister. “Catch me,” Claire screamed, Raven dodged her causing her to crash into a sharp thorn bush.

“Oh, sorry,” Raven apologized. “You said catch you, my instincts said dodge.” Claire climbed out the thorn bush with cuts on her arms. Several leaves were caught in the strands of her brunette hair. “Are you okay?” She put her hands on her hips.

“I’m fine,” Claire removed the leaves from her hair. “Next time you can surf down the slope and I will just slide down and hopefully,” She rose to her feet dusting herself off, “Not crash into a thorn bush.” The wounds on her arms started to heal due to her special ability. “Let’s go,”

The sisters were approached by several wolves, their noses sniffing around their bodies. The pack of wolves continued to walk circles around them. After a few minutes, the circle search stopped. The silver furred wolves began to escort them to the castle entrance. Once the sisters arrived, the wolves sat patiently at the giant door leading into the castle.

Raven’s eyes remained on the castle door, inside she would find Lord Grimm. She hoped that she could finally put this Lycan charade behind her. Her sister, she has been a huge help but, this isn’t her problem to solve. Raven had to deal with Lycan and she had to do it on her own. If Claire continued to get involved, Lycan would hurt her. “I should speak to Lord Grimm alone,” She turned toward her sister. “Wait out here and I’ll be right back.”

“I’m not going to argue,” Claire embraced her. “Even though part of me wishes I could be there. I know,” She half smiled. “You can handle it from here. But ugh,” She put her hands in her jacket pockets. “Promise me that you will show Lord Grimm the Sun Repellant IX. It’s crucial he learns of it. I put the meds in your pocket.” Raven reached into her pocket pulling out the Sun Repellant IX. “I’ll be out here if you need me.”

“Thank you, sister,” Raven stuffed the Sun Repellent IX into her bag. “I couldn’t have made it here without your help.” She hugged her. “I’d better go,” She walked to the entrance of the castle. She took one deep breath before opening the door.

The second Raven entered the castle. She found herself surrounded by stone walls. The halls were lined up with armored figurines. The entire castle was decorated in a medieval fashion. She continued to walk up the grand stone steps which lead to the shrine of wolves, Lord Grimm’s throne room. Her eyes wandered to the many rooms. Some of them were well guarded. The werewolves that roamed the halls were all shirtless including the women. Each of them were following the werewolf tradition. Luckily, Raven didn’t have to follow that same tradition being in an outside pack. She didn’t even want to imagine herself topless around Lycan.

“Halt,” The male werewolf blocked the entry to the shrine of wolves. “You must be new,” He glared into her eyes. “No one is allowed to see Lord Grimm, not without first mentioning their rank and pack name.” Raven bit her lips, this isn’t going to go well. She’s the Omega, she’s not even allowed to be at the castle.

“You see ugh,” Raven chuckled. “I don’t actually remember my rank or my pack name. I was thinking that maybe just this once you could-,” She started to walk past him, the werewolf guard next to him blocked her path.

“No exceptions,” He glared at her. “That is,” She watched as his dark brown eyes trailed down to her breasts. “Unless, you’re here to provide Lord Grimm with some company.” He licked his lips. “I’m sure he’d enjoy himself.” Raven smiled at him.

“I bet he would,” Raven agreed. “Too bad, I’m not up for grabs.” She crossed her arms. “Fine,” She let out a sigh of defeat. “If you must know, I’m the Omega of Nightshade.” She answered. “Now can I please see Lord Grimm, I need to talk to-,” The guards started laughing at her. “Are you guys even-,” Raven started to listen in on their conversation catching her name as it fled their lips.

“That’s her right,” The guard chuckled. “The girl with the hot tits, you know, she’s the one Lycan won’t shut up about.” Raven glanced down at her chest. These guys are such perverts, she should just kill them. Too bad, she wasn’t strong enough to or she would.

“Oh right,” The other guard laughed. “Lycan did say she’s the Omega in his pack.” They glanced over at her. “I can see why he likes her, she’s got nice-,” Raven cleared her throat getting their attention. “Can’t you see we’re talking,” He motioned towards his friend. “Shouldn’t you be over there taking care of your cruel wanting for Lycan’s di-,” Raven held her out hand to him.

“What was that,” Raven countered. “Okay boys,” She crossed her arms. “It’s clear to me, Lycan has been spreading all kinds of rumors about me. So, enlighten me, what has Lycan said about me?” She glared into their eyes. “Know what,” She let out a sigh. “Forget it, I don’t really care if he doesn’t have enough balls to say it to my face. I’m not going to be bothered with it, just let me inside.” She started to walk past them. Their sharp spears created a wall over the door. “I came a long way to-,”

“You must be a Beta rank or higher to see Lord Grimm.” The guard replied. “There are no exceptions.” Raven growled, so what this entire trip was for nothing. She couldn’t accept that, she wouldn’t accept that. They were going to let her see the king.

“Why don’t you run along,” The other Guard advised. “Perhaps, you should stick to what you’re good at and get back to pleasing Lycan. I’m sure he’d be more than happy to talk to his father for you after you give him a little treat.” He smirked, “You’ve already done it once.” That’s a complete lie, she’s never sucked Lycan’s dick. The last thing she wanted to put in her mouth was the taste of disappointment.

“I’ll pass,” Raven countered. “I did not come here to be told that I can’t see the king.” She argued. “Either you let me pass or,” They glared deep into her eyes. The guards bared their sharp fangs at her forcing her to step back. “This is absurd, why can’t I just see Lord Grimm. His son literally just asked me to marry him. You’re telling me I can’t even meet his father first.” The guards glanced over at each other.

“Lycan is going to make you his wife.” The guard on the left turned his eyes to his friend. “What should we do?” He put his hand up to shield his lips from her view. Raven used her enhanced werewolf hearing to listen in on the conversation. “If she’s marrying Lycan that does make her part of the royal family, right?”

“I think that makes her a princess,” The other guard answered. “Either way, she’s not married to Prince Lycan yet. I don’t see the engagement ring.” Raven started searching in her bag for the engagement ring that Lycan gave her.

“Are you talking about this ring?” Raven pulled out the gold ring with a diamond carved to look like a full moon. The exact ring Lycan gave her. The guard took the ring from her, examining it.

“That’s the one,” Guard noted, handing it back to her. Raven stuffed the ring back into her bag. “I’m not sure what to do here,” He crossed his arms. “Lord Grimm never specified how we were supposed to address “the wife”.” He paused. “You haven’t agreed to marry Lycan yet have you?”

“No, I told him to wait.” Raven answered. “I wanted to speak to his father first.” She let out a sigh. “The longer you keep me here at the castle waiting to speak to Lord Grimm. The longer Lycan will be kept waiting. I shouldn’t have to remind you of what happens if Lycan is kept waiting for too long.” The guards gulped in fear. “Could both of you please just step aside and let me pass.”

“I suppose it is for the sake of his son.” The guards replied with a nod. “Very well Omega, we will let you pass.” They opened the doors to the shrine of wolves. Raven stepped into the room, the doors shut behind her.

The shrine of wolves was made of stone. Several wolf statues were gathered in a circle around the room. The center of the floor had an engraving of a wolf head, the fangs bared in anger. The ceiling above had an opening allowing the sunlight to beam into the room. A last defense in case the vampires made it to the king. Raven eyes met at the throne where the great Lord Grimm sat.

“Lord Grimm,” Raven started to approach him. His black eyes glared deeply into hers. The Lord bared his sharp fangs at her. “Sorry,” She lowered her head bowing before his feet. “I’m still getting used to-,”

“You are the Omega in my son’s pack.” Lord Grimm’s voice filled with anger. “You are not allowed to be in this castle. Let alone stand before me,” Raven started to tremble in fear. “I should punish you for breaking my code but,” He paused. “I’m feeling a bit generous today, consider yourself lucky.” She started to look up at him, he glared at her. “You are not to look at me, that is a right reserved for those worthy of my time.”

“I’m sorry,” Raven apologized. “I wasn’t aware.” She closed her eyes. “Lord Grimm, I was hoping I could talk to you about your son Lycan.” She heard the Lord rise from his throne. She started to tremble as his boots pressed against the ground. The sound of his footsteps, he’s starting to get closer.

“My son,” Lord Grimm repeated, she nodded. “Tell me,” She could feel the anger starting to steam from his words. “What business does an Omega have telling me how to raise my son?” She forced a swallow. “Tell me Omega, what has my son done this time?”

“I fear that,” Raven knew these words were going to upset him. Still, she couldn’t stay silent. Something had to be done about Lycan. Lord Grimm is the only person who could help her, she had to try. “Leader Lycan has been abusing his power as Alpha.” He growled at her. “He asked me to bear his child last night. Earlier today, Lycan asked me to marry him both times he pulled rank trying to leave me with no choice. Something must be done, this can’t be allowed to continue.”

“My son is taking my advice,” Lord Grimm reminded her. “Why would I stop him from doing what I asked him to do?” He added. “I have measured you against every female werewolf I have in my army. I have determined that you make for the perfect queen, by being recruited into Nightshade. You’ve proven to be strong. You and your sister were both strong candidates for Lycan’s hand.”

“The reason I have chosen you over your sister is because,” Lord Grimm continued. “You possess the ability to be a great leader. Your sister on the other hand does not.” She heard his footsteps echoing behind her. “Is there a problem with my method of selection?”

“There is,” Raven replied, Lord Grimm’s footsteps stopped. Her heart started to beat out of her chest. She was afraid to say this but it had to be said. “You haven’t considered the most important factor.”

“I have considered every factor,” Lord Grimm countered. “Tell me Omega,” He lifted her chin forcing her to look into his eyes. “What important factor could I have missed?” Raven forced a swallow before answering.

“Love,” Raven answered. “I’m sorry to say this but,” She tightened her hand into a fist. “I’m not in love with your son. This relationship you’re asking for, it will never work. I refuse to marry for any reason but love.” She glanced up at him. “I will not serve as Lycan’s side piece, I’m not some trophy to be placed underneath your son’s arm to boost morale.” He started laughing at her.

“My dear,” Lord Grimm spoke. “Love is not an important factor.” Raven couldn’t believe that he would even say that to her. “What matters is the fact you are best equipped to be my son’s wife.” He snapped his fingers. A servant brought him a glass of wine. “The benefits will more than make up for the lack of real affection.” He took a drink from the glass. “You will be a princess,” He took a seat on his throne. “You will have your very own title among the werewolves.” He handed his drink to a servant to hold for him. “There will be riches beyond your comprehension.” He explained. “You would cast that aside for the overrated connection that is love.” Lord Grimm laughed. “I’m sure even you aren’t that naïve.”

“Think what you want of me,” Raven argued. “I don’t need the title of Princess or the wealth that comes with it.” She started to remember the fame she had as a human. “I have already been down that path.” She could still remember the fans cheering her name as she sang her angelic melody. “I know exactly where it leads.” The adoration of the public, the wealth, she had those things before. “It’s nice for a while but,” Her heart started to freeze in her chest. Strange, she would think of him at this moment. “The person I left behind to attain that dream.” Her heart started to ache in her chest. Leaving him behind, it was the hardest thing she ever had to do.

“It wasn’t worth it.” Raven admitted. “The feelings we shared for each other.” She placed her hand on her heart clinging to her memories of him. “They can’t be replaced by a title,” She chuckled. “No amount of wealth could ever buy those feelings.” She added. “I’m not going to marry someone unless it is for love.”

“I don’t recall giving you an option,” Lord Grimm retorted. “You will marry my son,” He rose from his throne. “You will bear his children,” He walked toward her. “and you will do as you are told.” He showed the contract she signed stating Erika Ravenheart, her former self, was killed. “You are only alive because I allow you to be.” That’s true, Lord Grimm could kill whenever he pleased. “About that boy, you share feelings for,” Raven glared into his eyes. Lord Grimm better not threaten his life. She won’t let anyone hurt him. “That was in your human life and should be forgotten like we agreed in the contract.” She accepted her defeat on the subject. “Either you marry my son or,” He glared into her eyes. “I will make you regret the day you joined our ranks. Do I make myself clear?”

“That’s not fair,” Raven countered. “You can’t make me marry him.”

“Fair,” Lord Grimm laughed. “My son used to say that to me. Would you like to hear what I told him?” He offered. “Life isn’t fair,” He took a seat on this throne. “I am merely doing what is best for my fellow werewolves.” He snapped his fingers. The two guards entered the room. “Get her out of my sight.” The guards grabbed her by her arms forcing her to leave, Raven struggled to get free of their grasp.

“Best for the werewolves,” Raven laughed, “Or,” She removed her arms from the guard’s grasp. “Best for your son.” She stormed out of the castle. The door slammed behind her as her anger continued to build. Lord Grimm, the only person who could help her, had abandoned her. There was nothing she could do, she had to marry Lycan.

“Sister,” Claire approached her. “How did it go, is Lord Grimm going to help us?” Raven’s eyes drifted away. “I see,” She let out a deep sigh. “I guess we’re on our own. Come here,” She grabbed her, embracing her. “We’ll figure something out. I’m not going to give up and you can’t either.” Raven tried to fight but no matter how hard she tried. The tears continued to flee her eyes. “We’ll get through this.”

“You’re right,” Raven wiped the tears from her eyes. “There has to be something else that we’re missing,” She has only skimmed over the werewolf handbook. She could try to read over it. She could find some sort of loophole to marrying Lycan. “We just don’t know enough yet,” If that failed, she could ask the other pack members. One of them at least had to know something that would help her.

“That’s true,” Claire put her hands in her jacket pockets. “Speaking of not knowing things,” She half smiled at her. “Did you show Lord Grimm the medicine we found on that vampire?” No, she never got the chance. Even so, why would she give it to him when he refused to help her? Perhaps a vampire needed to break into the castle and take care of him. She would make a point to be friends with the vampire that did kill him. “Give it to me,” Claire held her hand out. “Lord Grimm needs to know about it.”

“No,” Raven refused. “I’m not going to help him if he’s not going to help me.” Claire snatched her bag. “That’s mine,” She tried to take her bag back. Claire faced her back toward her. She pulled out the bottle of Sun Repellant IX throwing Raven’s bag back to her. “Bitch,” Raven caught her bag closing it.

“I’m only as bitchy as my sister.” Claire put the Sun Repellant in her jacket pocket. “You wait here, I’ll deal with this.” She proceeded into the castle. Claire walked up the stairs to the shrine of the wolves.

“Stop,” The guards blocked her path with their sharp spears. “You must first state your rank and the name of the pack you were assigned.” Her rank wasn’t high enough to see Lord Grimm but, this is important.

“I’m the Medic of Nightshade,” Claire answered.

“Another member of Nightshade,” The guard glanced over at the other guard. “Like we told your friend. You must be of the Beta rank or higher to see Lord Grimm. The fact you are even here goes against werewolf code.”

“It’s important,” Claire replied. “Please let me speak with him.” Her navy-blue eyes stared deep into theirs. The guards once again glanced over at each other. They shrugged their shoulders, moving their spears aside and opening the door for her. Claire stepped into the shrine of wolves bowing before Lord Grimm.

“You are from my son’s pack,” Lord Grimm spoke. “My son must have lost his head allowing the lesser of his ranks to meet with me. I will be sure to discuss this matter with him. I will not allow my son to disrespect me like this.” He crushed the cup in his hand, shattering it to pieces. The red wine spilled out on his unscathed hand. Claire gulped imagining that cup was her skull being crushed. “What is your purpose?”

“My purpose is,” Claire reached into her jacket pocket. “This,” She tossed the bottle of Sun Repellant IX to him. Lord Grimm caught the pill bottle. His eyes began to focus on the label. “That medicine allows vampires to be out during the day. I saw the effects first hand on a vampire by the name of Patience.”

“I see,” Lord Grimm continued to examine the bottle. “You are, Claire, correct?” She replied with a nod. “I must say unlike your sister. You never fail to impress me. In your short time as a werewolf. You have healed dozens of our kind and now you bring me this.” He smirked at the pill bottle in his hand. “Excellent work,”

“Thank you,” Claire’s eyes wandered around the throne room. There was only one area that caught her attention, the ceiling. The ceiling had a gap used to boost the effects of sun and the moon by forcing the light down to the throne room. This medicine rendered this last piece of defense useless. “What do you intend to do about this medicine?” She asked. “I can tell that you have been relying on their weakness to the sun to gain the advantage. Now that this advantage is gone, this can only be bad for us.”

“Here,” Lord Grimm tossed Claire the meds, she caught it. “I trust that you will be able to create an antidote for the medicine. In the meantime, I need you to find out how long it lasts. That way I can devise a temporary strategy for it.” Claire replied with a nod. “You’ve done a great job so far, I doubt you’d start failing me now.

“Of course not,” Claire put the Sun Repellant IX in her pocket. “I wouldn’t want to risk disappointing you.” Lord Grimm snapped his fingers. The guard entered the room escorting her out.

“Oh and Claire,” Lord Grimm called out. “Do try to control your incompetent sister.” She replied with a nod. She took her leave of the castle being escorted out by the guards.

The doors to Luminous castle shut, Claire stepped outside where her sister was waiting for her return. “How did it go?” Raven crossed her arms. “Were you able to talk to Lord Grimm?” Claire replied with a nod.

“I think it went well,” Claire answered. “We should head back to camp before Lycan throws one of his infamous temper tantrums.” That is the last thing they needed, Lycan had a bad habit of taking his temper out on the other pack members. The sooner they got back to camp the better.

Chapter 05:

Dreadful News

Angel’s training session with Lord Alexander had at last ended. Just like he did every day after training, He took a nice refreshing shower. He started to scrub the ravishing strands of his hair with shampoo. The water droplets continued to pour down his hair to his haled chest further down to his chiseled abs. As he cleansed himself, his mind continued to think about Patience. There was still no sign of her or Brandon for that matter. This Supply Run. It’s taking much longer than usual. Something’s not right.

“Where could they have gone?” Angel turned the knobs of the shower stopping the flow of the water. He stepped out of the shower grabbing a towel to dry off his soaked skin. He started to wrap the towel around his waist but as he did, the door to his bedroom opened.

“Blaire,” Angel groaned as Lord Alexander’s daughter walked over to him. Her lips began to tease his tender neck. Her hands trailing down his chest heading toward the towel. “You rarely come to my room, is there something you need?” She started to remove the towel, Angel gripped it keeping it on.

“I just wanted to tell you that,” Blaire placed her hands on his chest. “Brandon has returned from his mission.” -Mission?!- “It’s not important right at this moment, we can deal with it after you remove this towel.” Angel jerked away as she reached for the towel. She tried to touch him, he moved her hands aside.

“We’ll discuss this now,” Angel glared at her. “You sent Brandon on a mission without telling me,” He raised his voice at her. “I’m the commander and that is my team you’re sending out. You have the nerve to send them out without so much as telling me first.” He opened his drawer taking out a pair of black boxer briefs. “I can’t believe you’d do that.” He slammed his drawer in anger.

“Your team,” Blaire laughed. “They belong to me,” She placed her hand on her chest. “You are nothing but a figure head.” She glared at him. “Don’t forget your place dear, I’d hate to remind you who’s in charge.” She started to reach for the towel, he smacked her hands. “I thought we had this discussion already.”

“Yeah, well,” Angel walked over to his closet. “Think again,” He searched through his clothes for something to wear. “You dare call them yours.” He threw a black muscle shirt on the bed. “I’m the one looking out of them.” He took out a black jacket with a grey skull on the back, placing it on his bed. “Selene’s the one training them.” He grabbed a pair of distressed blue jeans, setting them on the bed. “The only thing you seem to do,” Angel grabbed his memento necklace off his dresser. “Is,” He put his necklace around his neck. “Sit your fancy ass down on a throne while we do all the work.”.

“You don’t have a right to send my team on a mission without telling me.” Angel pointed at his chest. “I don’t give a damn who your father is,” He shouted. “I will protect my friends.” Blaire punched him in the jaw, he endured the strike. He turned his head to face her with a defiant glare in his eyes. “Hit me all you want,” He wiped the blood from his lip. “I’m still not going to give you what you want.” Blaire punched him in the jaw once more. He wiped his lip walking toward his bed.

“Since when did you get the balls to stand up to me?” Blaire raised her voice. “Perhaps I should tell my father just how disobedient you are.” She blocked his path keeping him from getting dressed. “Take off that towel.” She ordered. “You are mine, if I say have sex with me then you have sex with me. Do you understand or do I need to remind you?” Blaire balled her hand into a fist. She went to hit Angel, he caught her fist gripping it tightly. “You son of a,” Angel gripped tighter, hurting her.

“I normally don’t like hurting women, but,” Angel replied. “If you ever send my team out again without telling me.” He gripped tighter. “I will not hesitate to use my training on you. Woman or not, you will not endanger the lives of those I care about.” He released her hand. “Now get the hell out of my room.” He pointed towards the door.

“My father will hear of this,” Blaire opened the door taking her leave. He removed the towel from around his waist getting dressed. Once dressed, Angel made his way to the throne room where Brandon would be making his report.

“Commander,” Lord Alexander spoke as Angel walked through the doors. Blaire sat there on her throne next to him. His teammate Brandon stood there at the center ready to give his report. His argument with Blaire caused him to be late. “It’s good of you to finally join us.” Blaire moved out of her throne making a spot for Angel to sit.

“My apologies, Lord Alexander,” Angel kneeled before him. “I got sidetracked.” He explained. The king motioned toward Blaire’s throne. He walked over to it taking a seat, Blaire took a seat on his lap. He started to feel the anxious hand of Blaire reaching toward his spiked belt. “Are you serious?” He whispered in her ear. “Your father is sitting right next to us.” She unfastened his belt.

“Shut up and enjoy it,” Blaire advised. “I could have you removed from the room and you won’t get to hear Brandon’s report.” Angel let out a sigh of defeat. Blaire began to shove her hand down his jeans caressing his jewels. He continued to allow her to play as Brandon started to give his report from the mission.

“Lord Alexander,” Brandon kneeled before him. “I ugh,” His hands were shaken, his eyes were trying to hold back tears. “I have returned from-,” The doors to the throne room opened.

“I heard you were back.” Selene walked into the throne room. “That took quite a while for a supply run.” She leaned against the wall. “Where’s our sister?” She asked. “Let me guess,” She groaned. “She’s still mad at me over our last conversation. She’s such a pain in my ass.” Brandon’s hands continued to shake like he was holding back anger.

“Selene,” Angel spoke. “It appears Brandon wasn’t sent on a supply run like we originally thought.” He answered. “He was sent on a mission.” That still didn’t explain where Patience is. “Lord Alexander, may I ask where Patience is?”

“She was sent on the same mission as Brandon.” Lord Alexander answered. She’s not with Brandon giving the report. If she’s not here then, no, Angel didn’t want to think that. Brandon’s report he had to hear it. Just to be sure.

“Wait,” Selene laughed. “You sent her on a mission.” She laughed harder. “I mean sure Brandon’s capable but her.” She put her hands on her hips. “Patience was never cut out for that kind of work. Even Brandon’s not skilled enough to go on a mission with her. Whoever goes with her has to carry her through the mission.” She laughed. “I bet it ended in failure, you should have sent me ins-,” Brandon fist struck the ground shaking it.

“That’s just it,” Brandon screamed. “Selene,” His fist continued to shake. “You could have gone,” His eyes started to build up tears. “You could have saved her. You and Patience had a connection. You can sense her in ways I can’t because you’re her twin. You’re faster, you could have got there before she-.” His eyes filled with tears. No, Angel couldn’t accept that there’s just no way. Patience is here at the castle, she’s not. “Lord Alexander,” He forced a swallow. “My sister Patience,” He wiped the tears from his eyes. The tears continued to drip onto the floor. “She’s dead, she died during the mission.”

“No,” Selene shook her head. “You’re lying,” She accused. “There’s no way, there’s just no way. Patience would never,” Her eyes started to build with tears. “She’d never be foolish enough to.” She fell to her knees. “It’s all my fault,” She lowered her head. “Damn it,” Selene struck the ground. “I was so cruel to her, I was just trying to help her, I didn’t mean to.” She rose to her feet. “I can’t be here, I have to go.” She rushed out of the throne room.

“Patience is,” Angel felt a familiar pain in his chest. “I see,” He closed his eyes. “Forgive me Brandon.” He lowered his head. “It was my job to keep her safe. I failed and for that, I’m sorry, If I had known I would have,” Brandon ignored him leaving the throne room. “I’m really sorry.” He gripped the arms of the throne in anger. “Blaire, a word, now.” He pulled her hands out of his pants.

“Are you giving me orders?” Blaire removed herself from his lap. He gripped her arm taking her out the throne room. “You must have a death wish,” She used her ability to wield small amounts of diamond to forge a sword. “I may not be able to strike with my fist but I’m sure I can hurt you with this.” She held the blade to his throat. Angel gripped the blade covering it in a curse that caused rapid aging. The sword started to wither until shattered into tiny shards.

“You don’t get to threaten me.” Angel corrected her, “Because of your actions, someone I care about is dead.” He reminded her. “If you had come to me and told me you were going to send Patience on a mission. I would have told you not to send her.” He approached her. “I would have told you that her mind wasn’t in the right place to send her on a mission.” He explained. “Even if you had sent her and told me after, I could have pulled her from the mission or saved her from that situation. I would have done that even if it cost me my life.”

“I don’t need your permission to send out my team.” Blaire argued. “Here’s a word of advice, stop trying to be some kind of hero.” She glared at him. “This is a war,” She shouted. “People are going to die.” She stressed, “I hate to burst your bubble but,” She crossed her arms. “You can’t save them all.” That doesn’t mean he couldn’t at least try. “Patience is nothing but another casualty.” She smirked. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to have a word with my father about the replacement.” Blaire walked into the throne room.

Replacement, Angel didn’t like the fact Patience was already going to be replaced. It felt like it was much too soon. However, Lord Alexander told him during training that the war is at a crucial point. If casualties occur, they need to be replaced as soon as possible. Angel couldn’t argue with that logic. It didn’t change the fact that Patience is dead. Her kind heart would no longer be there to listen and guide him through his pain. He had to deal with it on his own before it was an option but now, he had no choice.

Angel placed his hand on the door to Patience’s room. He shut his eyes as a curse started to form marking the door with an elegant black rose. This curse had no special traits, it only marked the graves of those he cared about. He opened the door to her room taking one final glance at her bedroom. Her room, this was the place she would hold her counseling sessions, he never went to them. He only had one session with her and it served as the day they met. Scythe wasn’t the only one who saved him that day…

The sunlight, the burns, he could still feel them tormenting his skin. The harsh rays were tearing at his skin leaving nothing but bone. The flames, the horrid flames, he thought he was ready to die but he found a reason to live. He had to live for…her.

“No,” He jumped up, feeling his skin. The burns from the sun, they were gone. He’s alive, he let out a sigh of relief. He checked his hands remembering that they were once burned until they were nothing but bone. His hands were back to normal, how could that be possible?

“You’re finally awake,” His eyes shifted over to the woman’s voice. This woman was a vampire just like him. Her beautiful blonde hair was tied up into a ponytail held by a pink hair tie. She dressed in a pink long-sleeved shirt and faded blue jeans with a butterfly design on them. She sat in a pink chair with a clipboard in her lap.

“Where-,” He stared at his hands once more. The burns, how could they be gone? The sun had nearly killed him but. He was here, alive. It was like it never happened. “I don’t-,” He stammered on his words. “Wha-,” She placed her hand on his.

“It’s okay,” She assured him. “You’re safe now.” She smiled at him. “You see the sun does burn us but once we return to the shadows. The damage disappears after a couple of minutes.” She explained. “Lucky you huh,” She laughed, he replied with a nod. “Where are my manners,” She chuckled. “I’m Patience,” She placed her hand on her chest. “I would like to ask you a couple of questions if that’s okay.”

“Ugh,” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sure,” He positioned his body to sit on the side of the bed. “Is this your room?” His eyes wandered around the pink walls of the bedroom. She replied with a nod.

“Could you tell me why Lord Alexander insisted I take you on as my patient?” Patience tapped her pen against her clipboard. He knew the answer, he tried to kill himself. If Scythe hadn't gotten there when he did, he would have succeeded. He counted three taps before she spoke again. “Perhaps we should start simple,” She offered. “Could you tell me your name?” His name, the person he once was had died in the flames. He had a new purpose now, a new reason to live. That name would no longer serve him.

He sat there in silence thinking about his new purpose. He lived to see his best friend again. She left him behind long ago. He could still remember every moment they spent together. The feelings he had for her remained there in his chest after all this time. His lips could still taste hers. That farewell kiss, the effects of it never faded. He continued to search his memories of her for the answer to Patience’s question. What is his name? The title to his new purpose. -Of course?!-

His name, he placed his hand on the edges of the angel wing tattoo on his back. The wings were spread in for protection. This tattoo was a drawing made for him by her. He told her to draw something that made her think of him. This was her answer, angel wings. Why? She told him it was the only thing he was missing. In her mind he could do no wrong. He was perfection yet. That rang false.

He was no angel, he had done unforgivable things in order to survive as a vampire. These wings, they could symbolize his new reason. He got the tattoo so when she saw it, she would know that he had returned to her. He would once again be by her side, to protect her, to shield her, and to cherish her just like he had done in the past. His answer…

“My name,” He placed his hand on the tattoo on his back. This would be more than a name, more than a title for his purpose. It was what he would aspire to be like from here on out. Despite the darkness, he would search for light, the light left by her for him. He would search forever and face whatever pain this life would offer. He would be her, “Angel,” He whispered to himself.

“What was that?” Patience leaned in to hear his answer. “Would you mind repeat-,” He cut her words. His pale hazel eyes glanced up at her filled with hope. He had given up before but no more. His story was far from over, Blaire tried to break him but she failed. He found his strength and she wouldn’t take it away this time.

“My name, that is what you asked for,” He reminded her. “It’s Angel,” His lips from a confident smirk. “You can call me Angel.”

“Patience,” Angel took a seat on her bed. That was his last and only session with her. She helped him discover who he is and what he wanted to be. She was there to pull him out of a dark place. It’s a shame that he couldn’t do the same for her. “I’m sorry that I failed you.” The door to her room opened. “Selene,” He put Patience’s pillow on her bed. “I was just leaving.” He started to walk out of the room.

“It’s okay for you to hurt,” Selene spoke. “Sometimes it’s better to feel sadness than it is to keep it bottled inside.” She closed her eyes. “Not like, I should be the one giving that lecture.” She walked toward the bed.

“I’d rather not feel anything.” Angel replied. “It makes it easier when people I care about start to die.” He left the room, shutting the door behind him. He headed toward the throne room to join in on the discussion about the replacement.

“Sorry,” He walked into the throne room. Blaire was sitting on her throne, her father beside her. “I needed to take a minute to myself.” He searched the shrine of bats for the replacement. “Where is the replacement?”

The door opened, a man with dark blue hair styled in a gothic fashion stepped into the room. “You’re late,” Lord Alexander glared at him. “You were supposed to be here the moment you were summoned.” The man dressed in white muscle shirt with a black dragon designed on the front of it. He wore distressed faded blue jeans and blue converse shoes.

“I was in the middle of a project in the medical lab.” He explained. “I didn’t get your summons till just now.” He raised his brow. “Oh great,” His voice filled with sarcasm. “She’s here,” He glared at Blaire. “How’s it going Blaire, still being a crude ass bitch?” He groaned. “I still can’t believe we share the same master.”

“What’s the matter, Fate?” Blaire teased. “Still pissed that you place second to me.” She crossed her legs. “It’s okay, Scythe did train me first. It’s great knowing I’m not only the boss of you but, I’m also your senior in training. That makes me better than you.”

“I’m sorry,” Fate apologized. “I couldn’t hear you over the sound of my dick in your mouth.” He smirked. “Come down here bitch,” Fate gripped his sword. “Let’s see who’s better.” Blaire rose from her throne in anger prepared to fight him.

“Enough,” Lord Alexander spoke, Blaire returned to her seat. “Angel, I would like you to meet Fate,” He turned to face him. He could already tell, his strong dislike for Blaire is going to be the start of a great friendship. “He will be the new healer to your team. He is a first-class healer and an excellent swordsman.”

“Let me just put this out there,” Fate put his hands up. “Under normal circumstances, I would not be replacing anyone’s healer. Normally, I would remain in the castle and let the team deal without a healer. However,” His pale blue eyes shifted to Angel. “Patience wasn’t just a great healer. She was also,” He paused. “My girlfriend.” He turned to face Lord Alexander. “I wouldn’t be doing this for anyone else but her.”

“I understand,” Angel put his hands in his pockets. “I’m glad you are willing to step up and take her place. Also,” He placed his hand on Fate’s shoulder. “I’m sorry for your loss, I won’t make that same mistake again.”

“Patience,” Fate let out a sigh. “I was glad to have her by my side. It wasn’t easy to accept her death but,” He shrugged. “I have seen my fair share of deaths.” He started to leave the throne room. “Commander,” He stopped. “Come with me, there is something I’d like to discuss with you in private.” Angel glanced over at Lord Alexander. He replied with a nod giving him the okay to follow him.

“For future reference,” Angel started to walk down the hall with Fate. “You can just call me Angel.” He put his hands in his pockets. “I don’t like titles of supremacy.” He opened the door to his bedroom. “Let’s talk in here,” Fate walked into his room. “What did you want to talk about?”

“I don’t like having to disclose this but,” Fate took a seat on his bed. “I’m in a relationship with Scythe.” That’s odd, he just said he was Patience’s boyfriend but he’s dating Scythe too. “I’m what you would consider a bisexual.” He laid on Angel’s bed. “I can date both men and women. It’s mostly because I don’t care what gender my spouse is.” He leaned forward. “I only told you this so you’d know about me and Scythe.” Fate rose to his feet. “Before I join the team, I need to know,” He walked up to him. “Is my relationship with your tactician Scythe going to be a problem for you?”

“That depends,” Angel crossed his arms. “Can you handle it if something were to happen to Scythe?” He asked. “For example,” He leaned against the wall. “If Scythe were killed on the field.” Fate glanced over at him. “How would you react?”

“Scythe has already trained me for that.” Fate put his hand on his hip. “It was one of the lessons he taught me early on.” He explained. “Scythe tried to kill me and told me in order to survive I had to be willing to kill him. It was hard at first but,” He gripped his blade. “I passed his test.” Fate walked up to him. “Not to worry, you can count on me to keep a clear head. Scythe and I. We have fought alongside each other before. This won’t be any different.”

“Very well,” Angel accepted. “I have no problems with you dating Scythe.” Fate opened the door to his room. “Fate,” He stopped him. “Thank you for telling me this ahead of time.” Fate replied with a nod. “I look forward to working with you.”

“Don’t be,” Fate advised. “There is a reason Lord Alexander has chosen to keep me in the castle for as long as he has.” He closed his eyes. “I just hope for your sake.” His pale blue eyes shifted toward him. “You never find out why,”

Chapter 06:

Conversion

Night had fallen in the forest, the young woman continued to run past the trees. The gorgeous stream of her platinum blonde hair danced with the wind. She had her hair tied up with a pink hair tie in a curly ponytail which, draped by her left ear. The moonlight shone down on her slightly pale skin. She dressed in a white button up shirt with a pink skirt that had floral designs on it. She wore long black socks with pink rose designs on them. Around her neck, she wore a chained necklace. The ring attached to the necklace read: “Jake, my protector.”

“The humans shouldn’t be too far from here,” She ran through the forest, her black combat boots crushing the fall leaves. “Whoa,” She fell off a small cliff landing into the muscular arms of her protector.

“Vanilla,” Jake let out a sigh. “You’re so clumsy sometimes,” He set her back on her feet. “You should try being more careful.” He has a point, she was just so excited about joining up with the humans. That’s if they’d accept her even though she’s a vampire. It was worth a shot, right?

“I guess you’re right.” Vanilla agreed. “We aren’t at the safety of the cabin anymore.” She put her arms behind her back. “I’m just so used to not worrying about the war.” She continued to walk through the forest. “Sometimes, I tend to forget about it.” She explained. “I guess it’s different for you.”

“Yeah it’s pretty hard when my job is to protect you.” Jake ran his fingers through his mid length black hair. He wore a solid black muscle shirt to cover his sculpted frame. “We should probably get a move on.” He put his hand in the pocket of his black jeans. “Don’t forget to stay behind me.” Jake pulled out a pair of fingerless gloves with a durable steel plate over the knuckle. “This way,” He put on the gloves taking careful steps through the trees. The chain necklace around his neck rattled as he moved. The ring that was attached to it was engraved with the words “Vanilla, My girl.”

“I’m not helpless Jake,” Vanilla extended the small metal piece in her hand into a full metal staff. “I told you. I wasn’t going to let you protect me all the time. I want to fight alongside you.” She put the staff away. “Now let’s get moving.” She took his hand walking deeper into the forest.

“Could you tell me why you’re so set on joining the humans?” Jake asked. “You get that they are the weakest and their numbers are only slightly higher than that of the werewolves. It’s only a matter of time before that changes.” He had a valid point but still.

Once the war began, it didn’t take long for humans to start to feel the effects of two powerful supernatural beings facing off. There was no warning, one moment the humans were safe, the next. A war broke out, werewolves were converting them to boost their numbers and vampires were feeding on them. No matter where the humans turned, they were being hunted. They were given two options.

The first and most popular option, they could take refuge in town. Once inside the town. They were safe whoever was hunting them would stop in their tracks being paralyzed by an overwhelming fear. Nobody knew what was scaring them off but whatever it was. It kept the humans inside the town safe. Soon after entering the town, the person that entered would also forget about the war and the fact, werewolves and vampires existed. This allowed vampires and werewolves to enter the town to get supplies. There was only one law made to them. Both sides had to keep their existence a secret from the humans inside.

The second option, they could defend themselves. Some humans chose to build a stronghold of their own. They had only one goal, they sought to help the humans that were being hunted. As the war progressed, their numbers started to drop drastically. What started as a rescue project became a fight for survival. This was the group Vanilla wanted to join. She felt that they would benefit from her help the most. She also had another reason.

“Come on,” Jake leaned against a tree. “What’s your reason?” He shrugged. “I’m willing to join them with you but. I need to know why we’re doing this.” He was going to think she was being silly. Still, he had a right to know.

“Okay,” Vanilla took a seat in the soft grass. She patted the grass next to her urging him to sit with her. Jake walked over taking a seat beside her. “I have been having this dream lately,” Her blue eyes looked up at the stars. “It’s more than that,” She corrected. “It’s a reoccurring dream that I’ve had since I was a child. I’m not sure why but I can’t help but feel like.” She clinched the necklace around her neck. “It has to mean something.”

“It could be just another girlish fantasy.” Jake draped his arm on her shoulder. “This dream,” He brushed her hair back. “Tell me more about it,” She rested her head on his shoulder. Her eyes remained on the stars.

“In the dream I was standing on a ledge.” Vanilla explained. “There was this man holding a sword. I turned to face him. The only thing I could make out was this tattoo of “P” that was placed on the right side of his neck. Each time, I try to piece the image of him together but that’s all I can remember.” She rose to her feet. “I stood there on the ledge of a horrid cliff ready to defend myself. Seconds before I do, he,” She placed her hand on her shoulder. “He strikes me with his sword leaving a brutal cut. I start to fall from the ledge into sharp rocks below. I thought I was going to die but,” Her lips formed a smile. “This woman comes in and she saves me at the last second.”

“Is this woman the reason you want to join the humans?” Jake questioned, she replied with a nod. “Do you have any idea of what she looks like?” He walked up to her. “It’s not like you need her. I can protect you. I took an oath, remember?” He pointed at her necklace. “I promised to keep you safe. After all, we’re going to get married.”

“I know that Jake,” Vanilla let out a sigh. “It’s just,” She put her hands behind her back. “I can remember the image of the woman who saved me so clearly. The rest is a blur but her. It’s like my dream is telling me to find her.” She clinched her necklace. “I tried to search for her picture in the vampire roster when they were going to recruit me. She wasn’t there and judging by her skill she’s too good to be hiding in the town. That only leaves one place,”

“Are you sure she isn’t a werewolf?” Jake offered.

“She had slightly pale skin like me,” Vanilla answered. “She wielded a unique sword and had this strange glowing rose colored hair. Her eyes had this unusual pink glow in them almost like they were shining. I could tell right away, she was powerful.” She let out a sigh. “I know it sounds bizarre and the chances of me finding her are rare. It’s just, I have to try Jake,” She turned toward him. “This dream, it has to mean something.”

“It’s definitely bizarre,” Jake agreed. “I can tell this is important to you so,” He let out a sigh. “We’ll join the humans and try to find her. This is the only place she could be right?” Vanilla replied with a nod. “If she’s not there then it will confirm that your dream was just that, a dream.” He took her hand walking with her. “I still don’t understand why you dropped the break up bomb like that.”

“I didn’t want to drag you into this.” Vanilla explained. “I figured if I told you my reason for joining the humans. You wouldn’t understand. So,” She let out a sigh. “I decided that I should go on my own but,” Her lips formed a sweet smile. “During the harvest festival when you proposed to me,” She clinched her necklace. “I started to realize just how much I care about you. I never wanted to leave you, I just wanted you to be safe.”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Jake put his hand in his pocket. “I like being here to protect you. I would follow you into hell without thinking twice about it.” He draped his arm on her shoulder. “I love you Vanilla,”

“I love you too Jake,” Vanilla smiled back at him. “I can’t believe it,” Her feet stopped. The long white post with a cross at the end had served as her guide to the human stronghold. The post was now in plain sight located next to a church. The human stronghold, she found them. After what felt like a long journey, her destination was now in sight. “We’re actually here,” Vanilla ran through the grass plains running toward the church.

“Vanilla wait,” Jake reached out for her. “There could be-,” She continued to run toward the church. “Traps,” He let out a sigh. “She’s really something,” He raced into the plains after his dearest Vanilla. “So,” He stopped at the church where Vanilla waited for him. “Do you see the girl in your dream?”

“I don’t understand,” Vanilla’s eyes continued to search through the line of humans gathered at the entrance. There wasn’t a single person here that had the same description as the woman in her dream. “She’s not here,” Her heart sank in her chest. She was certain she’d be here.

“She might be inside,” Jake offered. “Let’s get in line.” She took her place in the line of humans. “What are you going to say to this woman when you find her?” He asked. “You can’t exactly say you’re the woman in my dreams. She might think you’re a few screws loose.” Vanilla didn’t know what to say to her. She figured the words would just come out. “It’s okay,” He put his hand on her shoulder. “Let’s just focus on finding her,” They stepped forward as another human was let inside. This line, it was like they were going through some sort of inspection before being let inside. -Inspection?!-

“Jake,” Vanilla whispered. “That woman,” She motioned toward the tanned skinned woman guarding the entrance. “I think she’s checking to make sure those she lets inside are human. I don’t think she’ll let us in, we’re not-,” Jake cut her words.

“We’ll just have to lie to her.” Jake answered. “If she doesn’t let us in.” He punched his hand. “We’ll just have to break into the church ourselves. Either way, we’re getting inside that church.”

“I don’t think breaking into their stronghold is a good idea.” Vanilla argued. “We want to join their side.” She reminded him. “If we attack them, they’ll never let us join them. We need a better plan.” The next human was let inside, they stepped forward in line. She searched around the church for a way for one of them to sneak in. “I don’t see another way inside,” She whispered. “What are we going to do?”

“Let me handle the talking,” Jake offered. “I’ll get us inside.” The woman guarding the door began to check the couple in front of them. She started by examining the pupils of their eyes for any signs of change. She felt at their skin to check body temperature and even checked to see if they had fangs or bite marks. There was no way they were going to get past her.

“All clear,” She opened the door for the couple, letting them inside. “Next,” The woman was dressed in a blue battle robe that left her right shoulder exposed revealing a tattoo. The tattoo on her shoulder reminded her of the waves of the ocean. The robe also left her right leg exposed and was cut to reveal her toned stomach. This woman had to have quite a bit of combat experience.

“This must be a joke,” The woman brushed back the strands of her long black hair with blue tips. “You must either be dumb or flat out stupid which is it?” She crossed her arms at them. “You’re both clearly,” She stopped herself before she said the word vampires. “Why don’t the two of you just run along,” She reached for the sharp spear sheathed on her back. This spear, it was well designed. It had seen some use but was still in great shape.

The edge had engravings of the initials K.F. on it. The craftsmanship of the blue pole attached to the blade was remarkable and without a doubt sturdy. What really tied the beauty of the weapon together were the feathers that were tied around the tip of the pole. One feather was blue with white accents and the other white with blue accents.

“Let me explain,” Jake spoke before she drew her spear. “You’re right we’re,” Her blue eyes formed a glare daring him to say the word out loud. “Different.” He corrected,“We still want to help you.” He offered. “There isn’t a rule saying that we can’t, is there?”

“Trust me,” Vanilla stepped forward. “Jake and I,” She placed her hand on her chest. “We’re on your side.” She explained. “Please just give us a chance to prove ourselves to you. One chance, that’s it, if we fail, we’ll leave. I promise.” The woman leaned against the door shrouding herself in thought.

“This really isn’t my area of expertise,” She let out a sigh. “I’ll tell you what.” She jammed her spear in the ground. “My partner is out in the forest protecting our operation from,” She urged them to come closer. “Vampires.” She whispered. “If you two could go and get my partner. The two of us can have a chat and give you our answer.” She held her hand out to them. “The name’s Kassandra Fang. You can call me, Fang.” Jake shook her hand.

“I’m Jake,” He introduced. “This is my fiancée Vanilla,” He motioned towards her. “What is your operation anyway?” Fang didn’t answer. “Right, I guess it wouldn’t be wise of you to share that information with us just yet.”

“We’ll go and get your partner,” Vanilla took Jake’s hand. “Let’s get going.” Jake replied with a nod following her into the forest. “I don’t remember Fang telling us where her partner is?” The stars served as their only light source, it was going to be hard to find one person in a forest this size. “Where should we-,”

“I have a guess,” Jake’s finger pointed at the star filled sky. Every few seconds streaks of lightning flashed across the sky above them. Each flash was more vibrant than the next. “Stay here,” He tightened his hands into fists. “I’ll go check it out.” He started to walk toward the location where the lightning was coming from.

“I’m coming with you,” Vanilla raced to his side. “I can fight too, remember,” She pulled out her full metal staff. “Shall we,” She smiled, Jake replied with a nod.

Together they rushed toward the fighting. Vanilla stopped as her eyes met with the long gorgeous strands of the woman’s rose-colored hair. She dressed in a white vest, she wore fingerless gloves with a steel plate over the knuckle. She had on a short grey skirt with black combat boots. In her right hand was a sword with butterfly markings and the name “Raine” carved on the base of the steel blade. The edge of the sword shimmered in a faint pink aura that could barely be seen. The woman was flipping from vampire to vampire, cutting them down at rapid speeds. While she fought, flashes started to flicker in Vanilla’s mind. She recalled the woman who saved her in her dream. It was…

“It’s her,” Vanilla lowered her staff. “It’s really her,” She fell to her knees. She was right, her dream, it was more than just a dream. Her dream was telling her to find this woman. Now that she found her, she had to find out why.

“Are you sure it’s her,” Jake asked her, Vanilla replied with a nod. “All right then,” He readied his fists. “Let’s help her out.” Vanilla readied her staff. “Take this,” Jake jumped into the air. He struck the ground with his fist. The woman leaped into the air as his strike caused a massive earthquake to bury a large mass of vampires. “She-,” The woman landed on her feet beside him. “Just how strong are you?”

“Are you sure you want to know?” She snapped her fingers. A bolt of lightning struck her, once it did, surges of electricity began to run though her body. She entered a spin cutting down vampires in a swift circle. She unleashed lighting streaks from her body, shocking them after cutting them. The vampires tumbled back trying to get back on their feet. “Had enough yet?” The vampires charged at her.

“Guess not,” Jake rushed in punching a vampire in the jaw. “Vanilla, now,” She replied with a nod, spinning her staff at rapid speeds. A green aura built around her staff cloaking it in paralysis.

“I hope this works,” Vanilla blocked a vampire’s attack before he struck Jake. The aura enveloped the vampire’s body, paralyzing his entire body. “Jake, get him,” She ducked, Jake’s fist went past her striking the vampire through several trees. “We got him,” She screamed as another vampire tried to attack her. Jake punched the vampire knocking him back before he attacked her.

“Let’s end this,” The woman snapped her fingers, lightning struck her. She charged in cutting up the vampires at rapid speeds. While she was attacking, electric energy continued to build in her hand. “Take this,” She hurled a massive amount of lightning at the vampires. “It’s over,” She performed a back flip as a huge burst of lightning struck the ground. Jake grabbed Vanilla jumping out of the way of the attack. The bright flash faded, as the ground shook violently. The vampires were reduced to mere ash.

“Seriously,” Jake raised his brow. “How strong are you?” She didn’t answer.

“Thanks for the help,” She sheathed her sword. “I take it, Fang sent you to find me.” She leaned against a tree. “That must mean, you are here to join us.” She walked up to Jake. “Let’s see, you pack a mean punch,” She knocked on his chest. “Sturdy body frame, you can take a beating. Glad you’re on our side.” She held her hand out to him. “The name’s Raine,” Jake shook her hand.

“I’m Vanilla,” Vanilla held her hand out to her. “It’s nice to meet you, Raine.” Her lips formed a smile. “I was glad that I could help you.” Raine took her hand, shaking it.

“You’re not half bad for someone who hasn’t fought before.” Raine released her hand. “I’ll cut to the chase,” She urged them to follow her. “First, humans can travel in daylight. So,” She tossed Jake a pill bottle. “We must do the same.”

Vanilla couldn’t believe it. Raine didn’t give her a pill bottle. That could only mean, Raine already knew her secret. She’s only a half vampire. That means she could be out during the day. She didn’t understand. How could Raine possibly know that?

“Second,” Raine turned to face them. “Do not drink from the humans we protect. That could turn them and sucking the venom out isn’t an easy task. So, if you need to drink blood,” She tossed them two blood packs. “You drink these. The humans we protect don’t mind sharing their blood in exchange for protection. Just don’t overdo it,” Jake replied with a nod. “Lastly, I’m your leader.” She added. “If you follow my command, we won’t have any problems. If any of this is a problem for you. I suggest you leave now.”

“No problems here,” Jake draped his arm on Vanilla’s shoulder. “I must say I wasn’t expecting someone as strong as you to be working with the humans.” He walked beside her. “How come you aren’t with Lord Alexander?” He asked. “I thought he recruited all the powerful vampires.”

“I could ask you the same but I’m not,” Raine replied. “I respect your privacy. All I ask is that you respect mine.” She’s not one for sharing, is she? It wasn’t going to be easy to figure out why her dream pointed her toward Raine. Still, there had to be a reason. “We should regroup with Fang.” She instructed. “From there, you will be given a guided tour and be assigned to your new room or rooms whichever you-,” Raine’s feet came to an abrupt halt.

This presence, Vanilla couldn’t quite describe it but, it was like someone was in the forest watching them. She didn’t know who or what was watching them but she could feel a strong presence lingering in the shadows. “Jake,” She tapped his shoulder. “Do you feel that?” She asked.

“I don’t feel anything,” Jake answered. “Why did we stop?” His eyes started to wander the forest. “What’s going on?” Raine gripped her sword.

“We’re not alone,” Raine replied. “Jake, you should take Vanilla and leave. You’ll only get in my way.” She drew her sword. “I know you’re watching us. Why don’t you just come out? It’ll make my job easier.” They started to hear applause coming from the trees.

“Impressive,” A woman with gothic style grey hair came out from the shadows. She was dressed in black crop top and black distressed jeans. The heels on her black leather boots were made of a steel sharp spike. She had a sword sheathed on her back. “Well done,” She stepped forward. “I must say you three handled those vampires pretty well.”

“Jake,” Vanilla hid behind him. “Look,” She pointed out the “P” tattoo located on the center of her chest. It was almost the same as the man who attacked her in her dream. The only difference was that hers is written in cursive.

“Sorry Raine,” Jake held up his fists. “I can’t let you deal with this woman alone.” He glared at the woman. “Who are you? And what’s the deal with that tattoo on your chest?” She smirked.

“Oh this,” She pointed at the tattoo. “It’s none of your business.” She pulled out her sword. “The name is Siren. Remember it well,” Her blue violet eyes shifted between the three of them. “One of you will be given the opportunity to be my pet. I just can’t decide who to pick.” Siren placed her finger on her lip. “I guess I have no choice. I’ll just have to fight you and see which one I’m supposed to pick.”

“Are you sure you want to do that?” Raine tightened her grip on her blade. “Personally, I don’t really care who or what you are.” She walked forward. “You’re a threat and that’s reason enough to take you down.” She glared at her. “Vanilla, Jake, leave this to me.”

“Forget it,” Vanilla drew her staff. “I’m not going to let you fight her alone.” This woman. She’s a lot stronger than those vampires they fought earlier. She could tell by her blue violet eyes that she wasn’t human. Her eyes weren’t of a lighter shade which means she isn’t a vampire. Werewolves were known for having a darker shade in their natural eye color. She didn’t have that either. “What are you?” She asked her. “I want answers.” She demanded.

“Too bad,” Siren readied her sword. “You’re not going to get any,” She disappeared, striking at Vanilla’s staff. She blocked, the sheer power of her attacks left gashes on her staff. She hooked Vanilla’s feet causing her to trip. “Pitiful,” She kicked Vanilla’s staff aside and held her sword to her throat. “It’s almost sad that I have to kill you.” She swung her sword, Jake jumped in the way.

“Not going to happen,” Jake blocked her sword, receiving small gashes on his arms. “You have to get through me first.” He struck her with a powerful punch. Siren dodged his fists as he continuously tried to hit her. “Damn it,” She dodged his punch, striking him with a powerful kick. Jake blocked being pushed back by her strength. “What are you?” He asked.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Siren blocked Raine’s attack with her sword using one arm. “I haven’t forgotten about you.” She pushed Raine back, striking at her sword relentlessly. Raine continued to deflect her strikes. They were both moving so fast, it was hard for Vanilla to keep up. Raine struck her in the jaw with a backflip curling into a ball landing on her feet. “You’re good,” Siren smirked. “I might enjoy this.”

“Don’t count on it,” Raine snapped her fingers, a bolt of lightning struck her body supercharging her. She charged at Siren moving so fast, Vanilla could see at the least three of her moving. Siren continued to match her every strike until they stopped in a deadlock. Their blades interlocked as Raine tried to push her back. “Face it, you are out of your league.” Siren’s heels started to move across the grass.

“Is that so,” Siren’s feet continued to skid back. “You forget,” Her lips formed a devious smirk. “I’m only using one hand.” She grabbed Raine’s throat with her free arm, choking her. Raine snapped her fingers, the lightning cloaking her body began to react. Siren was shocked by the electricity surrounding Raine forcing her back. Raine gathered the lightning in her hand hurling it at her. Siren unleashed a loud scream, the sound waves from her vocals met the lighting blast cancelling it out. “I never thought I would have to use that.” She rubbed her throat. "It’s a real throat sore,”

“Try this,” Jake struck the ground creating a massive earthquake. The wave of earth came at Siren like a tidal wave. She inhaled and unleashed another deadly scream to neutralize his attack. She continued to scream using the power of the sound waves to push him back. “Damn it,” He covered his bleeding ears.

“Now you’re starting to piss me off.” Siren rubbed her throat. “What part of that shit hurts don’t you understand?” Raine held her ears, also being affected by her attack. It was so loud, what were they going to do against an attack like that? Vanilla forced herself to stand clenching her ears. “I’ll finish you off quickly.” She jumped into the air, jamming her sword into the ground. The power of the collision pushed all three of them back. She charged at Raine, slashing at her, Raine deflected her attacks. “You’re a persistent bitch, why won’t you die?” She yelled.

“Sorry to disappoint you actually,” Raine dodged her attack, she spun striking Siren with a lightning- fueled punch to the jaw. “I’m not really all that sorry.” She gathered flames into her hand. “Now do us a favor and die.” She flung the flames at her, Siren prepared to unleash another scream. “You need a better strategy.” Glowing pink butterflies started to gather around Raine’s right arm.

“Butterfly,” Raine cloaked the butterflies in roaring flames and powerful electric currents. “Kamikaze.” She snapped her fingers. The millions of butterflies swarmed toward Siren creating explosion after explosion. The amount of power Raine possessed was beyond belief. How could anyone survive an attack with that much power?

“There’s no way she’s getting up from that.” Jake pointed out. The explosions cleared as traces of pink particles scattered to the wind. Vanilla lowered her staff. The fight was finished. It would be absurd for even someone like Siren to survive that. “I’m glad you’re on our side.” He patted Raine’s shoulder preparing to leave, she gripped his arm.

“Wait,” Raine gripped her sword. “She’s not dead yet,” Vanilla turned toward the smoke clouds formed by the attack. That can’t be right, Siren had to be- Impossible! – The smoke cleared, Siren had her sword jammed into the ground using it to help her stand. Her skin was covered in burn marks, gashes and electric currents danced across her body.

“This can’t be,” Siren glared at Raine. “I’m superior to your kind. You shouldn’t be able to hurt me. Who are you and how are you able to compete with me?” She pulled her sword out of the ground. “I don’t understand, you should have been dead by now.”

“That attack should have killed you.” Raine stepped forward. “No vampire or werewolf has ever survived after being hit with it. That could only mean you’re not like us. You’re something else and you’re going to tell what you are. Or,” She readied her blade. “I will just finish you off. It’s your decision.”

“You think you can kill me,” Siren yelled. “That does it,” She jammed her blade into the ground. “I’m sick of toying with you.” Clouds of darkness began to gather in the ground. She pulled something out of it like it was a portal. “My leader told me to be gentle but,” Siren held a guitar with skull designs in her hand. “You managed to piss me off to the point I no longer care.” She pulled a guitar pick from her pocket. “Die Bitch.” Siren strung the strings of the electric guitar creating a brutal shockwave to knock all three of them back.

“Vanilla,” Jake caught her, preventing her from crashing into a tree. “You okay,” She replied with a nod, getting on her feet. “Raine,” He started to check on her, she rose to her feet snapping her fingers. No way, a light blue aura cloaked her body healing her from the damages inflicted by Siren. “You can heal,” He gasped. “Seriously, what can’t you do?” He questioned.

“This isn’t the time for that,” Raine readied her sword. “We need to get close to her and take her down.” She bit her lip. “I hate to admit it, but I’m going to need your help to do that. Jake, you can take more damage than me. I need you to shield me long enough to get close to her. Think you can handle that?” Jake glanced over at Siren.

“I got it,” Jake’s lips formed a confident smirk. “Vanilla,” He placed his hands on her shoulders. “I need you to get somewhere safe. I can’t protect both you and Raine at the same time. Please don’t argue with me and just do what I say.”

“Okay,” Vanilla kissed his cheek. “Be careful.” She hugged him. Vanilla ran over to a tree taking shelter behind it. She hoped Jake could pull this off, Raine was skilled but unless she did something about that guitar. There was no way she could deal any significant damage to Siren. That is unless she did that butterfly trick again.

“Wait,” Jake pulled Raine aside. “Can’t you just use that butterfly attack?” He asked. “It worked the first-time, right?” She checked from behind the tree keeping an eye on Siren. “Well,” Raine turned her attention to Jake.

“It wouldn’t be hard for me to use it again,” Raine answered. “The thing is I can’t.” Jake started to ask, she interrupted him. “I have my reasons.” He replied with a nod. “Now get me close to her.” Jake started walking toward Siren, Raine followed behind him. Siren strung her guitar striking them with a powerful shockwave of sound. Jake held up his arms blocking her attack. He tried to hold his ground even as his feet started to skid back.

“I’ve got you.” Raine cloaked her hand in healing energy. She continuously healed Jake, keeping him from falling back. “Push her back,” Jake forced himself to walk forward, breaking through the sound waves. Siren readjusted the dials on her guitar striking with an even stronger wave. Jake screamed as the waves struck him trying to force him back.

“Don’t even think about it,” Siren strung her guitar creating wave after powerful wave. Jake tightened his hand into a fist.

“That’s enough out of you,” He struck the ground creating a massive earthquake to combat the sound waves. Siren tried to push the tidal wave of sand back. He kept punching the ground adding more and more earthquakes. “Raine, do it,” Jake jumped into the air, he struck the ground using the last of his strength to blast Siren back with an earthquake.

“On it,” Raine flipped into the air over the earthquakes. She landed on her feet in front of Siren. Before she could play another note, she kicked the guitar out of her hands. She held her blade to her throat afterward.

“Jake,” Vanilla rushed over to him. “Are you okay?” She crouched down taking notice of the wounds covering his body. Even with Raine healing him, it was still a lot of damage for him to endure. He was struggling to even move.

“I’m fine,” Jake tried to force himself to move but dropped to his knees. “I just need a few minutes before I can get back on my feet.” Vanilla started to cloak her hand in healing energy to help him. “Don’t,” He warned. “You’ll draw attention to yourself.” She replied with a nod.

“Talk,” Raine glared at Siren as she held the sharp edge of her blade to her throat. “Or would you rather I finish you off?” She held the blade closer to her neck. Siren started to laugh like she told a joke.

“I have a better idea,” Siren kicked Raine’s sword out of hand. She spun striking Raine with a powerful kick. She pulled her sword out of the ground rushing toward Vanilla. Jake fought to get up to defend her. Vanilla drew her staff only to have it cut in half by Siren’s blade. She kicked Vanilla, knocking her on her back. Raine went to charge at her. “Hold it,” She held her blade to Vanilla’s throat. “You come near me and she dies.” Siren threatened.

“Hostages,” Raine stepped back. “I was under the impression that was beneath you.” She glared at Siren. “Just know, the second you hurt her. I’ll end you.” She tightened her grip on her blade.

“Jake,” Vanilla tried to crawl away from her. Siren grabbed her by her shirt, lifting her up by it. “Let go of me,” She tried to break free of her grasp but Siren was too strong. She couldn’t get free. “What are you going to do to me?”

“I’m going to make you my pet.” Siren answered. “Like I said before. One of you is going to be my pet. I admit there are better options.” Her eyes shifted over at Raine and Jake. “But,” She shrugged. “You’re the easiest target.” Vanilla struggled to get free but couldn’t. She had no idea what being Siren’s pet meant and didn’t want to find out. She had to get free but, how?

“Jake,” Vanilla continued to struggle. “Help me,” She was afraid of what Siren was going to do to her. She couldn’t be her pet. “Please,” She began trembling in fear. “Don’t let her take me.”

“Damn it,” Jake struck the ground. “Raine,” He closed his eyes. “I need to talk to you for a second.” He got behind a tree, and she followed him. “There’s something I need you to do for me,” He showed the tattoo on his arm bearing the mark for earth. “I know you know what this mark does.” She bit her lip. “You bear the marks for fire and lightning. that’s how you are able to use them.”

“Figured it out, did you?” Raine unzipped her vest showing him the mark for lightning on her chest. The mark for fire was located on her hand underneath her gloves. “I had a feeling that you had one. The question is,” She zipped up her vest. “Why are you telling me this now?”

“I need you to,” Jake stared down at the marking on his arm. “Burn the marking off my arm.”

“Earth is the only element. We don’t have,” Raine argued. “We need that marking, you’re the only person who has it. If I burn it, it’ll no longer work.” She explained. “I think I’m starting to understand.”

“If I don’t have this,” Jake pointed at the marking. “I can’t use it on you in the future.” He explained. “I’m going to trade myself for Vanilla.” She figured as much. “If we meet again,” Jake paused. “I might have to fight you and if that’s the case.” He placed his hand on the marking. “I don’t want to have this on me to use against you. I need you to get rid of it while you have the chance.”

“This might sting a bit,” Raine ignited her hand in flames touching the mark. Jake bit his lip as the flames left a burn on his skin. The mark for earth on his arm became nothing but a mere scar. “It’s done,” The flames dispersed on Raine’s hand. “Jake,” She glanced down at the ground. “I’m sorry, this is my,” He placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Don’t blame yourself for this,” Jake encouraged. “You fought hard, Raine,” He yanked his necklace off his neck. “Do me a favor,” He placed his necklace in her hand. “Protect Vanilla for me. If you do that then, we’re even.” He patted her shoulder. “I guess this is goodbye Raine.” He walked up to Siren.

“Let Vanilla go, take me instead.” Jake offered. “I’m the one you’re after, aren’t I?” Siren’s eyes shifted back and forth from Vanilla to Jake. It was clear that she couldn’t decide which to choose. “This offer does have an expiration date.” He warned.

“Jake no,” Vanilla struggled to get free but couldn’t. She knew what he was trying to do. If Siren discovered that she could heal then, she’d choose her. Jake for as long as she could remember served as her protector. She didn’t know why but he said that his sole purpose was to keep her safe. “You can’t,” She couldn’t let him sacrifice himself for her, he’s her fiancé. They were going to get married.

“I accept,” Siren released Vanilla’s shirt causing her to fall on her butt. “No tricks,” She held her blade to her throat. “If either of you try anything, she dies.” Raine put away her sword. Jake removed his gloves and set them on the ground.

“No tricks,” Jake kept his hands up. “I’ll go with you but, you have to let her go.” He stared into Siren’s eyes. “Those are my terms.” Siren urged him forward, Jake walked toward her. Vanilla ran over to Raine hiding behind her. “You have me now let’s-,” Siren slashed his cheek with her sword leaving a gash.

“Don’t give me orders,” Siren glared at him. “I’ll leave when I damn well please.” She held her blood stained sword to his throat. “Before I go, there’s something you must do to prove your loyalty to me.” She smirked. “Kiss me,” No, Jake, he couldn’t, that’s her fiancée, Vanilla’s chest started to ache. “Do it or else,” She threatened, Jake grasped her neck bringing her lips to his. The mere sight left Vanilla in shambles. “Now to ensure that they won’t follow us,” She glared at Vanilla. “Denounce her,”

“What,” Jake stepped back. “I kissed you just like you asked.” Siren held her sword to his throat. “As you wish,”

“Vanilla,” Jake forced a swallow. “There’s something I’ve been afraid to tell you. I don’t think I was ever going to tell you to be honest,” His eyes lingered on the ground. “When you broke up with me,” He tightened his hand into a fist. “I met this woman, I was so upset that you left me and I’m really sorry but.” That can’t be, he’s lying, Vanilla refused to believe that Jake would do something like that to her. “I slept with her, it meant nothing, I proposed to you in order to make up for it.” He explained. “I’m sorry Vanilla, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She fell to her knees.

“That has to be a lie,” Vanilla shook her head. “You would never do that,” She clinched her necklace. “You proposed to me because you were afraid of losing me and you wanted to be with me. That’s what you told me.” She glanced up at him. “Which is it?” Vanilla asked. “Did you propose because you felt guilty for hurting me or did you actually love me?” She rose to her feet. “Which is it Jake?”

“Both,” Jake answered. “What I told you just now and what I told you when I gave you that ring. They were both true,” Raine placed her hand on Vanilla’s shoulder. “Raine, take care of her for me. I’m no longer fit to protect her.”

“It’s been fun but,” Siren smirked. “It’s time we left,” She started to walk away. “Come, Jake,” She summoned. “Oh and,” Siren stopped. “Don’t even think about following us. If you do,” She held a blade to Jake’s throat. “I’ll kill him.” She lowered her sword. “Jake,” She called out. “I said we’re leaving.” He replied with a nod following her.

“Jake,” Vanilla clinched her necklace. “Raine,” She turned toward her. “We have to get him back.” Raine placed Jake’s necklace in her hand. “I don’t care what he’s done, I just want him back.”

“We’ll get him back,” Raine assured her. “Right now, we need to focus on getting back to church. It’s only a matter of time before Lord Alexander sends more vampires here.” She explained. “If we aren’t inside before our leader puts up the sacred barrier. We’ll be trapped outside with an army of vampires.” She started walking toward the church. Vanilla followed her inside. This wasn’t over, Vanilla would find a way to free Jake from Siren.

Chapter 07:

Entrapment

Part

I

The two sisters continued to walk back to the Nightshade campsite. Raven’s plan to have Lord Grimm help her with their Alpha Lycan had failed. She knew Lycan was going to be enraged by her visiting his father. She not only left without telling him. She went somewhere that was forbidden by pack rules. There was no telling what he was going to do to her when she got back. Either way, she had to return to camp, perhaps she could ask Jay for-What the?!- Her foot triggered a trap which caught both her and her sister in a net.

“Hey,” Claire screamed trying to get free. “I don’t remember there being a trap set here. What’s going on?” She shouted. “Now, I do want to point out that you,” She shifted her gaze to Raven. “are the one who triggered it so,” She smacked her in the back of the head. “Nice going sis,” She said, her voice filled with sarcasm.

“Don’t hit me,” Raven smacked her sister back. “I didn’t mean to trigger it, it just,” She shrugged. “Happened.” She started to cut the rope with her claws. That was until a young woman cartwheeled out of the bushes. She was dressed in a pink tank top with black pants. Her brunette hair was tied up in a ponytail using a pink hair tie.

“Ha, you fell for it.” She accused, pointing her finger at them. “I knew if I set my trap here it’d work.” She pulled out a single Sai which had weird markings on it. “Now before I make you into my pet,”

“Pet,” Claire retorted. “Hold on just a second there,” She yelled. “I’m nobodies pe-,” The girl pulled out a spray bottle shooting her in the face with water. “Did she just-,” She sprayed her with more water in her face. “That’s it, I’m going to-,” The woman sprayed her again. “Raven, I’m considering murder.”

“Quit talking while mommy is talking,” She scolded. “That’s a very bad dog, no treats for you.” Claire growled, the fumes of anger steaming out her nostrils. “Now then,” She cleared her throat. “As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted.” She shifted her green eyes to Claire. “I need you to ask you some questions before making you my pet doggies.”

“Doggies?,” Raven raised her brow. “Who the hell are you calling a dog,” She glared at her. “I’m a wolf,” She corrected her. “There is a-,” The young woman readied her spray bottle. “I swear if you even think about-,” She sprayed her in the face with water. “That’s it, this girl is getting her ass beat.”

“Could you please just let us go,” Claire asked. “If you do, we’ll be your friend.” The woman sprayed her in the face. “She’s really starting to annoy me.” She wiped the water off her face. “Can we please just cut the rope now?” She asked in an annoyed tone.

“Not yet,” Raven at least wanted to give this human girl a chance to consider her options. If she was smart, she’d let them go. This girl would never last in a fight against both of them. Even if she’s annoying, killing her would be too cruel.

“First question,” The young woman put her hands on her hips. “What’s your favorite color?” She can’t be serious. Well, she’s obviously not smart. Still, Raven could not believe she was foolish enough to be caught in a trap by someone like her. So humiliating.

“Black,” Raven answered. “My favorite color is black.” The woman made a loud buzzer sound. “Oh, come on, you asked for my favorite color. How could I get that wrong, when it’s about me?” She asked.

“Black is a shade not a color,” She replied. “I can’t buy you a black collar, it's so generic. I need something flashy and unique.” A collar, this woman is going to buy her a collar. Is she out of her mind? That is insulting to werewolves everywhere. “Try again.” She put her hands on her hips.

“Okay,” Raven crossed her arms thinking to herself. “I guess if black is out then I’d say purple.” She answered. “Does that work for you?” The woman nodded. “Now can you let me go.” She shook her head. “Damn it.” She was trying to be nice here.

“Your turn,” She faced Claire. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Blue,” Claire answered. “Now please just-,” The woman stuck her tongue out at her. “What did I say?” She groaned. “I told you my favorite color. Why are you making that face?” She raised her brow.

“Blue,” She repeated. “Are you serious?” She shook her head. “I mean come on, blue. That’s like the lamest color of all.” She let out a sigh. “I can’t get you a blue collar. People are going to think you’re a boy dog. Have you been to a baby shower?” The woman asked.

“I’m not a dog,” Claire screamed. “Blue also happens to be an amazing color for both boys and girls. If I want a blue collar, I can have a blue collar.” She paused. “I mean, I don’t want a collar,” She yelled. “I can’t do this,” She rubbed her temples. “I can literally feel my brain cells shrinking just by being near her.” She let out a sigh. “Can you please just let us go?”

“Second question,” The woman held up a second finger. “I haven’t had dinner yet,” Raven groaned. “I can’t decide if I want a taco, spaghetti, steak or a salad. I love tacos but they give me gas. I like spaghetti but it’s so messy.” She paused. “I could do steak, but I’m supposed to be on a diet. So, I’m thinking, salad. What do you think?”

“Salad,” Claire answered. “I’d probably take it easy on the dressing, it packs loads of calories. You’ve got to stay true to your goals. The other stuff is a distraction.” She advised, Raven raised her brow at her. “What, that is the best answer.” She pointed out.

“Don’t listen to her,” Raven countered. “Sure, salad can be great but,” She smirked. “Nothing is better than sticking a nice juicy piece of meat in your mouth.” Claire’s mouth dropped. “Go for the steak, trust me.” She winked at her. “What?” Raven looked over at her sister.

“Do you hear yourself when you talk?” Claire asked. “That sounded so sexual,” She added.

“I’m talking about steak,” Raven replied. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Claire rolled her eyes. “Look,” She clinched the ropes. “If you don’t let us go, our leader is going to come looking for us. If he finds you, he’ll kill you.”

“Forget it,” The woman threw her Sai in the air, catching it. “You are my pets now. I’m not letting you go.” Raven didn’t want to do this but the woman asked for it. She slashed the rope with her claws landing on her feet followed by her sister.

“Finally,” Claire let out a sigh of relief. “I was on the verge of doing it myself.” She dusted herself off. “Let’s teach this girl a lesson.” She charged at her, Raven followed her. The woman kicked dirt at them striking them both in the eyes.

“Damn it,” Raven rubbed the dirt out of her eyes. “Where did she go?” She searched the forest for the woman. She picked up the scent of flowers, it must belong to that woman. “This wa-,” Claire placed her hand on her shoulder.

“She’s not worth it,” Claire pointed out. “The longer we keep Lycan waiting the worse things are going to get.” She’s right, Raven ignored the woman’s scent.

Together they headed toward the Nightshade campsite. By the time they arrived stars filled the night sky. Lycan had just finished giving a report from his father. A report, they weren’t present to hear. The Alpha’s dark brown eyes directed a rage fueled glare toward Raven. The entire pack turned their focus to them.

“Raven,” Lycan’s voice was shrouded in anger. “I would like a word with you in my cabin.” He walked toward his cabin, Raven took a deep breath following him inside. Claire started to go with her.

“Claire,” Jay’s cheeks reddened. “I was ugh,” He forced a swallow. “Um ugh,” He rubbed the back side of his neck. “How can I say this ugh,” His twin brother Jayson let out a loud groan. Claire could smell and nervous sweat starting to arise from Jay.

“You’re so pathetic,” Jayson smacked him on the back of the head. “See this right here is why no girl wants to fuck you.” Alejandro walked up behind him, his red eyes formed a glare at him. He pointed a sharp finger to Jayson’s tent. “Okay, Okay,” He stepped back. “I get it,” He let out a sigh. “I’ll go to bed.” Alejandro slipped on a latex glove.

“Aw man,” Jayson slouched over. “You can’t be serious,” He complained. “Come on, dad, I need those.” The Beta glared at him once more. “All right, fine, you win,” Jayson went into his tent. He came out with a box full of dirty magazines. “There. You happy?” He placed the box in Alejandro’s hands. “You took away my porn.” Alejandro set the box down holding out his hand for another magazine. “Aw man, come on, that’s so not fair. You can’t be taking a man’s porn.” He stormed into his tent handing him one more magazine. “Well shit, might as well, get some sleep. Not like I can do anything else.” Alejandro patted him on the head before he went inside. “I know, I love you too but you’re a real pain in my ass.” Alejandro picked up the box of magazines carrying them to his tent for the night.

“So, um, Claire,” Jay cleared his throat. “I was wondering if you’d like to come to my tent.” His tent, what kind of woman does he think she-, “No, it’s nothing like that,” He put his hands up. “I just want to talk to you in private I swear.” He placed his hand on his heart. She followed him into his tent.

Claire was amazed by how clean Jay’s tent is. For a teenage boy, it was flat out impressive. There were no signs of clothes on the floor. His blue sleeping bag was folded, his bag of clothes was set in the corner. “Want something to drink?” Jay opened the small blue ice chest that rested next to his sleeping bag.

“I’m good,” Claire explored his tent taking notice of a lone picture frame. In the picture, the twins were just kids. The two of them were dogpiled on top of Alejandro. She could hardly believe it but in the picture, Alejandro was smiling. He never smiled or showed any emotion for that matter. “Alejandro had shorter hair then,” She laughed. “I guess you two must really care about him.”

“He’s the best,” Jay pulled out a bottle of water from the ice chest. “Alejandro, he’s our hero. He stepped up and raised us even though we weren’t his kids.” He took a drink from his water. “We didn’t make it easy for him. That’s for sure.” He set his water down. “So, um, there’s something I need to ugh,” He fondled his fingers together. “Ask you.” He gulped.

“What is it?” Claire grabbed a box off the floor checking inside. The box was filled with several different kinds of movies. She continued to search through the organized movies. Jay had great taste. She needed a movie night with him.

“I’ve never done this before so um,” Jay took a drink from his water. “Here it goes,” He took a deep breath. “Claire, would you like to be my date for the Lunar Ball?” He forced out, “It’s tomorrow and,” His cheeks reddened. “I know I shouldn’t ask, it’s just you’re a girl and I like you and-,” She dropped the movie she was holding in her hand.

“Are you asking me to be your date?” Claire accused, he replied with a nod. She did owe him a date for helping her find Lord Grimm. The least she could do is go with him to this ball. “I’m not saying yes,” She let out a defeated sigh. “I’m not going to say no either but,” She paused. “I want to know what the Lunar Ball is before I go.” Jay laughed.

“You have to go,” Jay answered. “It’s mandatory, Lord Grimm wants everyone there. That’s what Leader Lycan was telling us during the report.” Oh, then she is going so she might as well just make it a date. “The Lunar Ball is a werewolf celebration to honor the blood moon. We have done this for as long as I can remember.” He set his water down. “You remember when I told you that our bodies can feel the moon changing.” She remembered him saying something like that. “Well, the blood moon has an effect on us like the full moon does. But, it’s a bit different.”

“What does it do?” Claire took a seat next to him. “Do we change into a different form or something like that?” He shook his head at her.

“Nothing like that,” Jay replied. “I guess you could say it’s a werewolf mating moon.” He explained. “The blood moon stimulates our sex drive setting everything to their peak performance. The whole point of this ball is to take advantage of the moon’s effect on us and find our mate.” Claire was starting to understand why Jay wanted her to be his date. He thought that she was his mate.

“I know you said that,” Jay placed his hand on hers. “You weren’t ready to date, I respect that. It’s just Claire if you go with me to this dance.” He turned to face her. “It’ll be the best night of my life and I promise,” He placed his hand on his heart. “I will dance with you the entire night. I will get you the coolest flowers and well, I have to wear a suit so, ugh,” Claire pressed her lips softly against his cheek.

“It’s a date,” Claire rose to her feet. “I have to go right,” Jay replied with a nod. “I might as well enjoy it.” She put her hands in her pockets. “So, um, you’re wearing a suit, I’m guessing black outer parts but for the undershirt. I’m going to need you to wear blue to go with my dress. Can you pull that off or,” Jay walked over to his bag.

“Blue happens to be,” Jay reached into his bag. “My favorite color.” He showed her his blue dress shirt. “Oh and,” He grabbed a portable movie player out of his bag. “Give that to Alejandro for me. He’s right outside the tent waiting for you to leave.”

“Got it,” Claire accepted the movie player. “What happens if two werewolves have sex underneath the blood moon?” Jay’s cheeks turned dark red. “Oh no,” Claire put her hands up. “We’re not,” She laughed. “I got a purity ring.” She pointed at her necklace.

“Oh right,” Jay rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah,” His cheeks reddened. “Purity ring,” He smiled at her. “Got it,” He gave her a thumbs up. “Sex is off limits.” He put his hands in his pockets.

“For argument’s sake,” Claire walked up to him. “Say we had sex after the Lunar Ball. What would be the outcome of that, like if you were to-,” Jay jumped back in shock. “You’re not going to make me say it are you?”

“Well, if it were us. I have condoms. So,” Jay pointed toward his bag. “We’re good.” He shrugged. “I get what you’re trying to say though,” He walked her over to the exit of his tent. “If we had sex and I wasn’t being safe then,” He put his hands in his pockets. “The blood moon would significantly increase your chances of getting pregnant. Tests show that the odds are doubled, sometimes even tripled based on the person.” So, if Lycan were to have sex with her sister then. “Anyway,” Jay rubbed the back of his neck. “I’d better get some rest. We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”

“Good night, Jay.” Claire pressed her soft lips against his. She walked out of his tent just like Jay said. Alejandro was standing outside his tent.

“Here,” Claire handed over Jay’s portable movie player. “He told me to give you that.” Alejandro took it and started to walk into the tent. “You know,” He stopped. “For what it’s worth,” She half smiled. “I think you raised the twins well, both of them really seem to like you.” He made a simple nod toward her entering Jay’s tent.

Raven followed Lycan into his cabin, the second she walked in. She felt the tight grip of his hand grab her and slam the door behind her. “You do realize the rest of our pack is asleep,” She pointed out. “Right, I forgot you don’t care. You only seem to care about yourself.” Lycan struck her, knocking her to the floor.

“Don’t assume you know anything about me,” Lycan retorted in anger. “I have worked my ass off to keep Nightshade’s reputation.” His eyes formed an evil glare. “This pack is my life,” He shouted. “If you think for a second, I’m going to let some bitch ruin my hard work with her disobedience to the pack rules. You are out of your damn mind.” He grabbed her arm, slamming her back against the wall. “I hope you enjoyed your little field trip,” He growled at her. “It was me that had to pay the price for your incompetence.” Lycan growled.

“I wouldn’t have gone if you weren’t being such a prick,” Raven jerked, forcing him to release her arm. “What else was I supposed to do? Lay down and be your bitch.” She glared into his eyes. “I got news for you,” She pointed a sharp finger at him. “That is never going to happen. I refuse to let myself be tied down by someone like you. I’m not going to marry you and I’m not going to bear your child.” She walked up to him. “You won’t break me,” She assured him. “So,” She tightened her hand to a fist. “Stop trying.” Raven yelled, she walked toward the exit eager to be done with this conversation.

“My dear Raven,” Lycan laughed. “That was me being nice, but this,” He grabbed a handful of her hair stopping her, “Is me trying to break you.” He chunked her clear across the room causing her to crash into his dresser. Raven forced herself to get back on her feet after breaking his wooden dresser.

“Is that all you got,” Raven tied her hair up in a ponytail. “Let’s see how you like it when I start hitting you back.” She charged at him, striking at him with her fists. He caught her arm twisting it, she screamed out in pain. His tight grip continued to crush her arm attempting to break it. Lycan chuckled at her.

“You kill one vampire and you think you’re some bad ass.” Lycan smirked. “You killed one,” He brought his lips to her ear. “I’ve killed hundreds.” He released her arm, Raven spun striking him with a powerful kick to the jaw. “Interesting,” He turned his head to face her, her kick barely hurt him.

“Now tell me,” Lycan started to walk toward her. “Was that supposed to hurt?” Raven tried to punch him, he dodged her fist. “I think it’s time that you learned your place,” His dark brown eyes formed a menacing glare.

Lycan punched her striking with the full force of his fist. The impact knocked her off her feet. While Raven was trying to get up, he grabbed her by her shirt forcing her to stand. He struck her in the stomach knocking the wind out of her. Raven arched over gripping her stomach collapsing to her knees gasping for air.

“F-Fuck,” Raven rose to her feet taking hold of the glass lamp behind her. “You,” She struck him with the lamp. The force was so great the lamp shattered into tiny glass pieces on the floor. The lamp shade was bent out of the shape, the light bulb broken, the cord was yanked out of the wall in the process.

“Foolish girl,” Lycan rubbed his cheek as if she had barely hurt him. He gripped her throat, choking the life out of her. His eyes continued to burn with anger as he choked her. Raven revealed her sharp claws. Before she could act, Lycan threw her out of his cabin. Raven broke through the front door tumbling across the grass.

“That’s it,” Raven rose to her feet. “Come on,” She challenged. “Some big strong man you turned out to be.” Lycan walked up to her, slapping her across the face. The impact was so great, she was knocked off her feet. “Who slaps,” She touched the large red handprint that rested on her cheek. “Really?”

“You have tested my patience long enough,” Lycan glared at her. “You will go to the Lunar Ball as my date,” He ordered. “You will marry me, and you will bear my child.” He grabbed her arm, forcing her to stand. “It has become clear to me that nothing I do to you will work. So,” He brushed the dark strands of her hair back. “Let’s try something else.” He brought his lips to her ear.

“If you refuse me,” Lycan whispered. “I’ll kill your sister.” Claire, she couldn’t let him hurt her. She had to do what he said. “I’ll see you at the Lunar Ball,” He pressed his lips against hers. “You’ll be wearing white.”

“Damn it,” Raven stormed off to her tent in defeat. Once she got inside, she found her sister waiting for her. “Claire,” She untied her hair, letting the black strands fall to the center of her back. “I’d rather not discuss what happened with Lycan,” She couldn’t tell Claire that Lycan threatened her life. It would only encourage him.

“But you are because,” Claire took a wet towel wiping her bleeding lip. “Lycan hit you again.” She added. “I can’t exactly do anything to him but,” She dipped the rag in water. “I can help get you out of the situation. In order to do that,” She started to wring the rag out. “I need to know what happened.” Claire continued to clean her up.

“Nothing happened,” Raven took the rag from her. “We just had an argument and fought.” She put the rag back in the water. “Now you can leave,” She handed her the bucket. “I need to get some sleep.”

“Let me have a guess then,” Claire set the bucket down. “Lycan asked you to the Lunar Ball.” Raven turned to face her, how did she-, “Jay asked me to the ball,” She smiled. “That’s why I know about it.” She took a seat next to her. “I’m willing to bet Lycan intends to have sex with you after the ball.”

“Then we’ll just have sex,” Raven grabbed her blankets. “I’m done fighting with him.” She started to make a pallet on the floor. “I might as well marry him and get it over with.” Raven covered up in her blankets. “Not like I have a choice in the matter.” She turned her back to her sister.

“So that’s it,” Claire rose to her feet. “You’re just going to give up.” She yanked the blankets off her. “I won’t let you do that,” Raven tried to pull her blankets back. “No,” She pulled back. “We’re going to discuss this, what happened?” She yelled, Raven tugged on the blankets. “Tell me, what happened?” She asked again. “Why aren’t you fighting this, what did he say to make you such a coward.”

“I’m not being a coward,” Raven retorted. “I’m trying to protect you.” Claire released her blanket. “I,” Damn it, she didn’t mean to tell her, it slipped. “Look, forget it, it’s over, Lycan won. I can’t do anything.”

“No,” Claire argued. “He’s only won because you’re letting him.” She pointed out. “Lycan threatened to kill me. Is that what this is about?” Raven replied with a nod. “No, I won’t let you marry Lycan in order to protect me. That’s not going to happen.” She tossed her blanket aside. “We’re going to fight this, you can’t let him win.”

“So, what,” Raven shrugged. “Lycan kills you and you’re fine with that.” She rose to her feet. “I’m not okay with that.” She yelled. “I’d rather marry him and be miserable than to lose my sister trying to fight it.”

“Right,” Claire half smiled. “Well,” She picked up the bucket of water. “I’d rather die than be forced to watch my sister be miserable.” She started to leave. “You can’t sleep with Lycan after the ball.” Raven picked up her blanket. “If you do,” She opened her tent. “You really will bear his child.” She let out a sigh. “Not like it’s up to me, I don’t know why I thought things were going to be different between us.” Claire turned her gaze to her sister. “I guess it was just wishful thinking.” She let out a deep sigh.

“Claire, wait,” Raven reached out for her but she was gone. “I’m trying,” She let out a long defeated sigh. She knew what Claire wanted. She wanted to be close to her like her brother Eric was. This was difficult for her. She couldn’t find a way to bond with her sister. The two of them were just so… different.

Chapter 07:

Entrapment

Part

II

Deep underneath the ground of Dusk Castle existed a secret training ground. Known and used only by Lord Alexander himself. This is where he and Angel would hold their private training sessions. The training grounds were set up like a huge arena. The ground was now covered in small craters, diamond shards scattered the floor. Angel’s shirtless body was covered in small cuts. He concealed himself behind one Lord Alexander’s many large diamond spikes, staying out of his line of sight. If he could just get close to him, he might have a chance.

“Very good, Angel, use the environment to your advantage.” Lord Alexander’s eyes wandered the arena. “Find a way to make your enemies special abilities work for you. If you can do that then you can defeat any advisory.” Angel rushed over to another spike before Lord Alexander spotted him. However, just as he was about to take cover. Lord Alexander smirked. He snapped his fingers. Diamond chains shot out of the ground wrapping around Angel’s neck like a tight collar.

“Sh-shit,” Angel grabbed the chain, cloaking it with a curse that aged it into weak graphite. He freed himself, ripping the graphite off his neck. The chain broke as a result. Lord Alexander lifted his arms, diamond spikes shot out of the ground. “I’ve got this,” Angel placed his bare feet on each spike, careful to cut himself. Each time his foot touched the spike, it broke becoming weak graphite. He grabbed a steel sword that rested on the ground and swung it at Lord Alexander’s throat. He cloaked his hand in diamond, caught the sword and pushed Angel back with a palm strike using his other hand. The impact was so great it knocked Angel on his ass. “I’m not finished yet,” Angel jumped to his feet with a handspring.

“I believe you are,” Lord Alexander tried to create a straight line of diamond spikes. However, nothing happened. Angel grinned. He shifted his gaze over to the curse that rested on the sword. It was marked with a crossed out S. This curse prevented Lord Alexander from using his special ability. “So you’ve learned.” He tightened his grip on the sword. “If it’s a sword fight you want then, I’ll give it to you.” He tossed Angel the sword. He picked up another sword that rested by his feet. “Come,” He urged Angel forward.

“As you wish your highness,” Angel kept trying to slash him but Lord Alexander blocked his every strike. He tried to slash Angel, he bent back dodging the cut barely. He ducked under his arm and tried to slash him. Lord Alexander moved back to avoid the attack. Angel tried to catch him with a fast leg sweep but he jumped over it. He tried to cut him this time, Lord Alexander caught his wrist and twisted it. Angel dropped the sword and was hit with a powerful backhand that busted his lip wide open. The impact knocked him to the floor laying on his back. He tried to do a handspring to get back on his feet. Before he could, Lord Alexander held the blade to his throat. “Damn it, I was so close.”

“You are getting better,” Lord Alexander reached his hand out to him. Angel grabbed it and was helped to his feet. “You’ve got great instincts Angel, you just need to trust them is all.” He snapped his fingers. The diamond shards disappeared into dust.

“Let’s go again,” Angel encouraged. “I know I can beat you. I just need one more chance.” Lord Alexander laughed. “I just need a better strategy like ugh,” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Next time, I’m hiding. I could use my invisibility curse that’d work much better.” Lord Alexander laughed harder. “What?”

“You have so much to learn, Angel,” Lord Alexander continued to laugh. “The key point to having a combat strategy is that the person you are facing is unaware of it. See now I know you’ll be invisible so now I just need to find a way to counter it. Which I assure you, will not be hard to do.” He patted Angel on the shoulder. “That’s enough training for today.”

“There is something we need to discuss,” Lord Alexander picked the sword up off the floor and hung it on the wall. Angel grabbed his shirt, slipping it on. “Come,” He touched a brick in the wall causing the secret pathway to open. “The Lunar Ball is tomorrow night,” He spoke as Angel followed him through the dark labyrinth underneath the castle.

“The Lunar Ball,” Angel grabbed the torch that was located by the entrance. “What is that?” His eyes narrowed. “I’ve never heard of it.” He continued to walk with the vampire Lord using the torch to light their way. “Is it important?” Lord Alexander touched another brick which created a secret entrance. Angel placed the burning torch beside the entrance and followed him inside.

“It’s a formal dance for my brother Grimm’s werewolves.” Lord Alexander readjusted the statue of himself to conceal the secret passage. “They have celebrated it for centuries.” He walked over to his throne taking a seat. “The importance of it should be of no concern. It is the ball itself that we need to discuss.” He explained. “We won’t be able to make any moves against my brother during the ball. He and his wolves will be in town which is,”

“A neutral zone,” Angel finished for him. “So in other words, we can’t do anything unless we want to start a war with whatever is guarding the town.” He leaned against the wall. “What do you want us to do?” He crossed his arms. “We could always ambush him once he leaves the safety of the town. A well launched attack toward his wolves could end the war.”

“A valid strategy,” Lord Alexander noted. “I have other plans for the war.” He tapped his finger on the arm of his chair. “The fact is we are expected to attend this ball as we have done in the past. My brother has agreed to halt all actions regarding the war. He asks that we do the same in exchange for our cooperation.” He tossed Angel the invitation they received allowing them to participate in the ball.

“He wants a temporary truce.” Angel closed the invitation. “This truce has been in place since the war started.” Lord Alexander replied with a nod. “I understand,” He handed Lord Alexander back the invitation. “I will make sure everyone attends the ball.” Which means, Angel would have to take Blaire to the Lunar Ball as his date. He cringed at the thought.

“I was thinking after the ball,” Lord Alexander rose to his feet. “It would present the perfect opportunity for you and my daughter to marry.” That’s right, the wedding. Angel tried his best not to think about it. He thought he could fight it but now that it has been mentioned by Lord Alexander. The wedding could be delayed no longer.

“I suppose you’re right,” Angel replied but as he said these words. He felt the freedom he had left slip away. “Excuse me, while I go inform the others of the ball.” He walked out of the throne room, his eyes fixated on the engagement ring on his finger. This ball served as his final moment of freedom. Once it was over, the cage door would slam shut, locking his heart inside a cage of eternal misery. He’d be trapped there forever.

“There you are,” Brandon draped his arm on Angel’s shoulder. “Bro, I was just going to ask you if you wanted to get a bite to eat.” He didn’t answer. “Come on, don’t you ever get tired of drinking from blood packs?”

“It’s fine,” Angel removed Brandon’s arm from his shoulder. “Blood is blood, it doesn’t matter where it comes from.” He put his hands in his pockets. “Besides,” He let out a sigh. “I’m not hungry.” The thought of marrying Blaire had him depressed. He couldn’t even think about nourishment without getting sick to his stomach. “You might want to get a suit,” Angel advised. “We’re attending a formal ball tomorrow.” He continued down the hall searching for the rest of his team.

“Angel,” Ziek stopped in the hall. “You don’t look so good.” He placed his arm on his shoulder. “Let’s talk,” He brought him to the side. “Is everything okay?” His voice was filled with worry.

“I’m fine,” Angel answered. “You don’t need to worry about me.” He forced a fake smile hoping Ziek wouldn’t notice. “There’s this formal ball tomorrow, we are expected to attend.” He informed him.

“I guess that gives me an excuse to wear my favorite suit.” Ziek said jokingly. “Look Angel,” He placed his hand on his shoulder. Angel wasn’t surprised. Ziek could always tell when he was faking. This time would be no different. “If you ever want to talk about it,” He offered. “I want you to know that I’m here for you.” He smiled. “I knew you as a human and I’ve always considered you to be like a brother. That hasn’t changed.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Angel took Ziek’s hand off his shoulder.

“Why don’t you go to your room for the night.” Ziek suggested. “I’ll go tell the others for you.” He pulled a blood pack out of his pocket handing it to Angel. “You should drink this while you’re in there.”

“Thanks,” Angel accepted the blood pack. “I just need to be alone for now.” He let out a deep sigh. He tucked the blood pack into his pocket and headed toward his room for the remainder of the night.

“Let’s see,” Ziek walked down the hall in search of the others. There was no need for him to tell Scythe about the ball. He might already know about it. If Scythe knew then odds are Fate and Jayden would hear about the ball from him. That means the only person he needed to tell was. Selene wasn’t going to like this. Still, it was fitting that he would be the one to tell her.

Ziek made quiet footsteps over to his bedroom cracking the door. His pale blue eyes wandered the halls. The coast is clear, there weren’t any signs of Brandon. He quietly entered his room, shutting the door behind him.

“You’re late,” Selene pressed her lips against his.

“We have got to stop meeting like this.” Ziek ran his fingers through the delicate strands of Selene’s blonde hair. He pressed his lips against hers taking hold of her nice firm hips. Her finger slowly traced his protruding collar bone as their kiss intensified in meaning.

“You’d rather deal with my brother.” Selene ran her fingers through his raven colored hair. “I’m sure he’d like to know that his best friend is secretly fucking his sister.” Ziek wanted to tell Brandon but he didn’t see the point of telling him. They were only seeing each other for sex. If he did tell him, it would only upset him. “I think we can both agree.” She pecked his sensitive neck, driving him mad with lust. “This is nothing that we should concern him with.”

“You have a point,” Ziek ran his finger down her neck. “I’m just a guy that has been put in one of your cleverly placed traps.” He pressed his forehead against hers. “Tell me again,” He pecked her lips. “How is this considered vampire training?” He raised his brow. “In my world, we call this fucking.” Selene laughed.

“What can I say,” Selene shrugged. “You’re a great looking man,” She traced his lips with her finger tip. “I’m merely a woman who has been taken in by your handsome features.” She pressed her delectable lips against his. Ziek’s tongue glided over hers as his grip on her waist tightened. Selene separated their lips, lifting her arms. Ziek removed her shirt taking sight of her sweet breasts which were covered by a white lace bra.

“You’re lucky that,” Ziek peeled off his muscle shirt. He felt the sensation of her touch wandering down his sturdy chest to his hardened six pack. The lower she got, the more he ached for her. “You’re so damn hot.” He pinned her over to the confines of his soft bed. His lips continued to taste her lips as his deft hand unhooked her bra. He placed his soft grip on her exposed breasts. He let out a hungry groan as his ache for her started to grow. He could feel his erection poking in his denim jeans. He lightly kissed her sweet breasts while his stern hips started to push against her letting her feel his need for her.

“Oh, Ziek,” Selene cried out, he tugged at her jeans sliding them down her slender legs. He sunk down to his knees hooking her panties with his fingers. He slowly slid them down to her ankles. Ziek teased her legs with light pecks from his lips each time getting closer to her cleft. He buried his head between her legs, tasting her with his tongue. “Ungh,” Her tight grip pulled at his raven hair as he licked her cleft. “Ziek,” She dug her nails into his hair, his fingers playfully teased her forcing her to cry out of him.

“Ughnn,” Selene gripped his locks forcing his head to taste her once more. Ziek began to wrestle with his spiked belt as her cries only fed his desire to fuck her. Just as he was about to enter her. He felt the weight of his strong back collide with the wall.

“Se-,” Ziek watched as Selene tugged off his belt forcing his denim jeans to fall to his ankles. She lowered his boxer briefs, passed his knees exposing his aching pride. He forced a swallow as her hand felt his heft balls. Her zest lips drew close to his ache, he bit his lip as his pride dipped into her sodden cavern.

“Shi-,” Ziek gripped her sunflower blonde hair as her tongue teased the slit of his aching pride. His hips were almost instantly filled with the sudden desperation to thrust hard in her mouth. “Fuc-,” Ziek shifted his eyes to the ceiling trying his best not to watch as the beautiful Selene sucked his-. “Ungh,” Ziek forced his eyes shut as her relentless tongue tortured the slit of his pride. He couldn’t take much more of this, he had to take and fuck her now!

Ziek pressed the weight of his bare muscular body against Selene forcing her to meet with the comforts of his bed. “What’s the matter,” Selene hitched a laugh. “Were you about to beg?” That bitch, she was torturing him on purpose. “Or were you about to do something else?” She ran her fingers through his hair. “It’s so fun messing with you.” He spread her legs apart, positioning himself between them.

“You’re so damn evil,” Ziek reached into his night stand taking out a condom package. “It makes what I’m about to do to you that much easier.” He went to open the package, Selene stopped him. “Um, kids,” He reminded her. “I’m pretty sure we don’t want that.”

“Ziek,” Selene took the package from him. “We’ve been over it.” She put it back in the drawer. “Unless you know how to do a reverse surgery, I can’t get pregnant. I made the decision to never have kids a long time ago. So, you don’t need those.” That’s right, Selene told him that she only cared about protecting her brother and her dream to be commander. She didn’t want a relationship or a family of her own.

“Right,” Ziek shut the drawer. “I keep forgetting about that,” He ran his fingers through her hair. “I’m just so used to-,” Selene crushed their lips together, her tongue wrestled with his as he positioned his body over her. She wrapped her arms around him, running her hands along his strong back. “Fuc,” Ziek’s palms clinched the silk bed sheets as he felt the tender head of his pride enter her. His heart started to race as his stern hips pushed into her pleasurable cleft.

“Oh, yes,” Ziek gripped tighter on the sheets, “Selene,” He let out a soft grunt, so close, his heart jumped from one beat to the next, his hips struck harder. The bed began a violent shake as his powerful hips struck at her.

“Ziek,” Selene cried out her nails lightly scraping against his upper back. He tasted her sweet breasts, his hips forcing out her sensational cry for him. He could feel her succumbing to her release. He placed his hand on her lower back feeling a slight arch, each time he pushed into her slick cleft. Her cries got louder, those cries like fuel to the flames of his everlasting lust. “Oh, Ziek,” Powerful flashes struck him, he clinched the sheets as the forceful current of his release shot into her. “Ughnn,” Selene wrapped her arms around him squeezing him to her chest, he kissed her lips as her sweet release poured out of her.

“Selene,” Ziek ran his fingers through her hair. His pale blue eyes stared deeply into her as he took her hand. “There’s something I’d like to ask you.” He brushed her hair to the side. “There’s this ball tomorrow and-,”

“Wait,” Selene placed her hand on his chest. “You’re talking about that stupid Lunar Ball, aren’t you?” He replied with a nod. “Damn, it’s tomorrow,” She laid her head on his pillow. “That means, I have to wear a stupid dress.” She complained. “I hate dresses. Why are we forced to go to that damn ball anyway?” She climbed out of bed.

“Well um,” Ziek wrapped his lower half up with his blanket. “I was thinking that we could go together.” Selene stopped in the middle of zipping up her jeans. “It can be like our first date. It would also present the best opportunity for us to tell Brandon about us.” Selene slipped on her bra. “Come on,” He walked up behind her, fastening her bra. “Go with me.”

“Forget it,” Selene put on her shirt. “I’m not going to that ball with a date. Besides,” She fixed her hair. “We’re not together, this isn’t a relationship, it will never be a relationship. If I were you, I’d just drop it.” She went to leave, Ziek leaped over his bed blocking her path. “I warned you.” Selene glared into his eyes. “Now you can find a new girl to fuck at night. We’re finished.” Selene’s words were filled with anger.

“I’m not moving,” Ziek challenged. “Not until you tell me why this can’t be a relationship?” She refused to answer him. “Whatever,” He walked over to his underwear. “I’m so tired of being your dick to ride on.” He put on his boxer briefs. “I want more,” He threw his sheet aside. “I can’t pretend that I don’t have feelings for you.” Selene started to leave but stopped herself. “I care about you, I always have but you just push me aside like I’m nothing to you. Why is that?” He walked up to her. “You have to give me something, otherwise, I can’t do this anymore. So, what’s it going to be?”

“You want answers,” Selene crossed her arms. “Fine, I’ll give you answers.” She grabbed his sheet off the floor. “I have a younger brother to protect,” She threw the sheet on Ziek’s bed. “I have a war to prepare,” She stressed. “I have enough to worry about. I don’t need to add a boyfriend to the mix. I already failed to protect my sister,” She opened the door to his room. “I can’t take anymore losses,”

“Selene,” Ziek shut his door. “You’re not going to lose me.” He brought her closer to his chest. “I can take care of myself.” He brushed her hair back. “I’ll even help you protect Brandon.” He offered. “I mean,” Ziek laughed. “We’re practically best friends. That’s what friends do. They protect each other. I also want,” He brought his lips close to hers. “I want to protect you, Selene.” She turned her head. “I understand that you want to do everything on your own. The fact is, you don’t have to, let me be there to help you.”

“I don’t need your help,” Selene stepped back. “I can take care of my brother and myself on my own.” She opened the door. “The ball,” She shifted her eyes toward him. “We should go together.”

“We should,” Ziek agreed. “I’ll tell you what,” He ran his fingers through her hair. “The Lunar Ball could be like a test date. We go together to see how it goes. Afterward we go back to this if you want. That’s only if you want to.” He offered. “I mean,” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not going to lie, I enjoy having you in my bed.”

“Easy there,” Selene placed her hands on his chest. “I wouldn’t want you to get all worked up.” She brought her lips close to his. “Test date it is, you better not disappoint me. Otherwise,” She ran her finger down the center of his six pack. “You might be sleeping alone tomorrow.”

“I’m not worried,” Ziek leaned against his doorway. “I’ll have you begging for it before the ball is over.” He brought his lips to her ear. “Don’t underestimate me or my manly charm,” He whispered. “I have been known to impress.” He smacked Selene’s firm ass while she was walking away from his room. Selene quickly turned and shot him an evil death glare. “Wasn’t me,” He held his hands up, she shook her head walking away. “Man,” He let out a sigh of relief. “This Lunar Ball thing is going to be fun,” He shut his bedroom door.