A/N: The cave at night
Actaeon Island: The Vulcan Clan
Emma's pov
The cold night air rushed around me, I could hear it whistling in my ear. It was dark, not even the moonlight could be seen. I could barley figure out what was right in front me far less for finding my way back. However despite it all I wasn't afraid because he was here. Snuggled into his chest, I was warm. Though he needed just one hand to hold me he used both not because he was afraid of dropping me but because he wanted to make sure I wasn't exposed to the night's air. With the speed he was running I could hear it whistling around me but I couldn't feel it's cold. Though I should be worried I wasn't. My lycan mate had just jumped off the fortress roof and ran into the dark woods in the middle of the night not to mention my powers weren't fully back yet, I was practically human yet I have never felt so at peace as I did right at this moment, wrapped in his arms listening to his heartbeat.
Suddenly his running slowed as he now held me with one hand as he used the other to climb up, I still didn't know where he was taking me. To start with he was unlike any lycan I have ever seen and with my job as the equalizer I have probably seen more lycans than all the council leaders combined. All lycans normally don't understand the human language they also act on pure instinct which always ends in blood. However, Jake's wolf is different. Ryder should have been dead but Jake's wolf stopped. He listened to me, he understood me. Even though I never said out loud that I wanted Ryder to live, he understood and he comprised by breaking my bond to Ryder and cementing mine to him. Another thing I have never heard of a wolf being able to control the human the way Jake's wolf does. Normally the wolf is present in their minds but Jake's wolf could completely take over and control his human body. I have seen it twice now, when I first woke up and just then on the roof. Jake was there looking on but the wolf was in control. The exact opposite of what normally happens. I wonder, just who is Jake's wolf? He couldn't be the average werewolf. Then again he was my mate, it was a given that he might be different.
As he now reached the top I realized he was actually climbing up a cliff and into the cave that was in it. Pulling us up he once again put both hands around me as he crouched down since the cave was too small for him to walk in. Reaching a ways in where we could still see the night sky and the full moon shining over us he laid down on his side cocooning me with his body heat as he held me in the cradle of his right arm away from the cold ground as his left hand and chest practically covered the rest of me. Though I should be cold, I wasn't dressed for the outdoors yet it was so warm. His body heat surrounded me. Looking up at him beautiful gold hues stared back at me. I realized he may have been looking at me all along. Lightly rubbing his chin on the crown of my head he started purring. He was happy. I was happy. I felt at peace, like I belonged, with him I'll never be lonely again. Though the human was flawed the wolf was so pure. His love and devotion shone bright in his eyes. I could tell he truly cared, from the way he kept checking my health to the way he stopped from killing Ryder. I was his everything. While the same can't be said for Jake, the wolf however had gained my trust. I had finally found my home.
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Actaeon Island: The Vulcan Clan
Ambrose's private study
While steam rise from a fresh cup of coffee there two more empty cold cups left forgotten. Both Ambrose and Deacon we submerged in research. Hidden away in a secret section of Ambrose's library unseen to the naked eyes, there were tons and tons of ancient books, ranging from witches, to angels to mermaids there were everything one could think of. They were Ambrose's personal collection from even when he was the right hand of the witch council.
As each book Ambrose read seemed older and more accident than the one before it Deacon struggled to understand the ancient language waiting from Ambrose's interpretation. Blowing dust off yet another antique looking piece, Ambrose very carefully turned the fragile pages, using his light magic he was able to translate the ancient writings. Since the moment he saw firsthand Jake's Lycan he couldn't shake off the warning signs ringing in his head. Jake's lycan wasn't normal, to understand the human language is one thing but to be able to control himself and adhere to his mate's needs in the most purest form of his beastly instinct and brutality is something else all together. He had done what no other had ever done. Though the gravity of the situation was immense Ambrose realized he needed to quietly figure it out rather than raise suspicion or worry others. Ethan had seemed ready to jump off the roof right behind them and surely to his suicide if he thought he could separate the lycan from his mate. Despite everything Ambrose was genuinely not worried but Emma's safety her lycan would die protecting her no matter who he was.
Turning the pages careful not to tear them Ambrose finally found what he was looking for. Reading then re-reading Ambrose made sure to absorb all the book had to offer before speaking out loud. Noticing the intensity of Ambrose's attention on that one page Deacon gently put aside what he was reading and waited till Ambrose was ready to speak. A thick black book about mate bonds now lay forgotten on the office desk. Though Deacon knew Alice's bond was broken he couldn't help himself when he saw the piece and thankfully it was in English though badly translated from the ancient langue he was able to understand the gist of it. Apparently a mate bond could never truly be broken, Emma's power allow her to destroy it in this life time but not in the others. So the moment one dies the mate bond will reset and they can find each other again. Though Deacon wasn't happy he still took joy in the fact that as long as Jarred was alive he could never be with her again. Suddenly a loud gasp of shock from Ambrose halted his train of thoughts.
"What is it?" Deacon questioned unable to hide his curiosity, he has never seen the older man that shocked before.
"I think... I think I found it." Ambrose spoke slowly but his words carried great weight, it was obvious whatever he said next would change everything.
Deacon waited with baited breath as Ambrose continued.
"There is only one other Lycan who has ever acted like Jake's Lycan, the very first, the original." Ambrose finished as Deacon questioned confused.
"Original?"
"Yes it's an old story so to speak, I didn't think it was real. It's been around for as long as I could remember and a lot more, pasting down the generations like a bed time story. No one knows who first created it but from what this book says it was never a story to begin with." Ambrose spoke stunned before continuing.
"All of god's children were born on earth expect for the very first, the originals, they weren't born but created by him in heaven then put on earth. Stronger than all of their kind they led like gods. There were three, the witch, the mermaid and the werewolf, god's three children apart from the angels, Lord Cassius the original witch, Lord Alexander the original mermaid and Lord Dmitri the original werewolf. They existed peacefully with each until one day Lord Cassius' wife was killed, he blamed Lord Alexander and being stronger killed him taking control of the gates. The mermaids then lost their leader. It was then said that Lord Cassius from the pain and suffering of losing his wife turned dark, joining the evil he opened the gates of hell and descended never returning since. Lord Dmitri as the only remaining original protected the earth and all supernaturals until one day he disappeared, no one knew what happened, if he was killed or simply left and that was the last the world ever seen of the originals."
Ambrose finished looking at Deacon.
"How are they the same though, Jake's lycan and Lord Dmitri?"
Deacon questioned after a few minutes of remaining silent, everything Ambrose said was unbelievable.
"Because, aside from his intelligence and control each original has a certain mark that only pure light beings can see. Though it was blurry and I could have barely made it out. It was there, wrapped around him like a halo the gold energy only a god can carry. Though his was barely released it was clearly there. His power is barely tapped like a baby. Jake is most likely not aware of what he is but it would finally make sense, as to why he was chosen as her mate."
"Don't you think it's a little hasty believing he is Lord Dmitri just because he can glow gold?" Deacon questioned skeptically as Ambrose responded sure of himself.
"No, I can feel it, as a light witch we have a sixth sense for these things. Jake's wolf is Lord Dmitri."
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Actaeon Island: The Vulcan Clan
Somewhere in a cliff side cave
It was warm. Laying in her mate's arms Emma listened to the birds chirping as the morning wind blew around her loudly yet she couldn't feel the cold. Wrapped in his warm arms with her head resting on his chest she listened to his heartbeat.
Thump Thump Thump
Signing softly she closed her eyes drifting off.
Pure gold eyes gazed down at his tiny mate. Looking outside he observed the dark clouds and felt the harsh winds against his back. Although he wanted to stay in seclusion with his mate longer he had to keep in mind her present state, being almost human she was vulnerable. At that thought he gently checked her over making sure she wasn't exposed to the cold before slowly rising. Carefully he climbed out the cave and down the cliff making a slow trek back to the fortress cautious not to wake his sleeping mate.
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Tobago: Crescent Wolf Pack
Alpha Cole sat on the pier staring out into the ocean. The sun was shinning, the wind was refreshing and the sight of the ocean was breath taking. However the beauty of the island before him did nothing for his sour mood. He was barely able to control his wolf. Every second of everyday his wolf either wanted to claim their mate or kill the threat. As the wind picked up the scent of vanilla caught his attention, Brittney.
For a while now she had been watching from afar, afraid to get close. He could feel it, her need was becoming impossible to ignore. Soon she would no longer be able to control herself. Cole was only able to hold on because since that day she came begging for that weaklings life he had never been in the same room as her. He made sure to not just stay far away but to also not look at her. The only reason he still didn't kill the beta is because he knew Jarred was drowning in his own pain and suffering for Alice and hence even went as far as moving out to live alone in the forest. If Jarred knew how to he would have even broken his bond with Brittney as well.
Cole sat for an hour staring out into the ocean while the soft scent of vanillalingered in the air. Cole didn't have to stay but he did, though she was a great distance away this was as close as they could be.
Brittney looked on from the border of the forest line. Her mate was sitting alone on the pier. Recently this was the only moment of peace she could find. When she could look at her mate, though she dare not approach him at least he didn't disappear like with Jarred and Alice.
Brittney came to realize power wasn't everything. She shouldn't have done what she did. Abusing someone just because they were weaker, stealing someone's mate just because she couldn't find her's, becoming the female Beta for the power. If only she knew that one day to come she would meet Cole then she would have waited. She regretted everything and had no idea how to fix it, how to get the one thing she has never wanted more in her life, her mate.
But the shame and guilt of her actions burned red hot at her conscience. She doesn't deserve Cole. He may never want a mate like her, she believed it was only a matter of time before Cole will reject her. It was something she was struggling to come to terms with. As her heart ached her need for him grew. It was why she would secretly look at him like this. She knew this was as close as they can ever be.
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Bermuda Triangle: The Mermaid South kingdom
Alaric sat leisurely on the throne sipping from a gold trimmed cup as he listened to grand piano being played not more than ten feet away. Since he became king he had put an air bubble over the entire south kingdom. It took a great deal of dark magic but he saw it necessary in order to bring more dark witches. Since Cain went back he needed more man power. A chance like this wouldn't come again so soon, he needed to make sure he was ready. As he sipped at the earl grey his execution head came forward. Alaric had placed the entire execution team in charge of 'King' Zander's transformation, seeing that the head was here meant there was new development. Kneeling down in front the throne the witch council's execution head spoke.
"Council leader, the transformation is complete." He proudly announced.
Alaric couldn't help the smirk that slipped across his face. 'Wonderful', he thought before rising. Stepping down he walked out the throne room to the dark dungeons of the south kingdom with the execution head right behind him. After numerous gates some pure silver some layer with magic binds Alaric finally reached the last one that stood between him and Zander. The rest of the execution team stood outside eyes closed arms extended towards the cell chanting as the air crackled with dark magic. Zander or what was left of him stood with hunched shoulders, head bowed as black magic wrapped around him like chains, restraining him. He didn't even try to fight yet all four of the execution team members were struggling to hold him in place. The immense dark power radiating from him pleased Alaric greatly. He had succeeded in making something superior to Cain's little werewolf pets or the walkers as they were widely known throughout the council. However Zander was more than just superior, being as strong as he was alive Alaric could only imagine how strong he would be now, by far he would be the strongest ever created. With a flick of his wrist Alaric order the others to stop restraining Zander as he snapped his fingers the cell door opened slowly swinging open.
The execution team knew better than to try and stop him so they inched back away from the scene as Alaric stepped forward undeterred and totally calm. Very slowly Zander moved, his head lifted up as pure blood red eyes stared back at Alaric. Rather than attacking which greatly surprised the execution team Zander just kept observing Alaric who reached into his jacket producing a small vile of thick red black liquid, his blood. Though he pretended not to be interested in the walkers, he was. Alaric had longed for an army as loyal as Cain's, which was why he found out how Cain made them.
Opening the lid he lifted the vile towards Zander's lips slowly coaxing him to drink. Slowly Zander lifted his right hand taking the vile from him. With one sniff his nose wrinkled in disgust before he flung the vile away. Suddenly the execution team behind Alaric was on high alert seeing Zander's violent attack they quick to restrain him from hurting their leader however with one hand Alaric stopped all their magic.
"Enough." He commanded softly as to not alarm Zander. Though hesitant they stopped trying as Alaric thought over all the steps to creating a walker all the while observing Zander. What was he missing? Why didn't Zander drink his blood? It was then he noticed Zander's gaze, blood red eyes focused on the slow pulse at Alaric's neck. It was then Alaric realized with Zander's power a simple small vile of stale blood wouldn't be enough. Taking small steps back Alaric slowly exited the cell causing for the first a reaction from Zander as he reached forward trying to grab at Alaric to keep him inside. Alaric flicked his hand as the gates shut and black magic crackled on the bars burning at Zander's hands. Smiling softly Alaric was satisfied, he did the right thing it was just that with Zander being as powerful as he was certain changes in the steps were necessary. One thing was for sure, Zander wanted his blood, even in such a state he can tell who the strongest was.
Extending both hands forward Alaric starting chanting as dark magic once again bind Zander however this time Zander struggled, fighting against it but he was no match for Alaric. Finally Alaric was able to hold him still. As he continued chanting a slash along his forearm appeared as blood leaked out and travelled to his fingertips before becoming airborne. A string of blood floated towards Zander before reaching his lips, with one sniff he obediently opened his mouth drinking it in and licking his lips seeking more. His blood red eyes glowed brightly as they focused on Alaric in hunger but more importantly in acknowledgement. The bond was formed, Alaric was now his master.
However a few drops of fresh blood weren't enough to sate Zander, Alaric knew sacrifices need to be made in order to achieve his end goal. With a few more chants one by the execution team disappeared to reappear inside the cell sealed by Alaric's dark magic. When all five was in there with Zander in one swift moment Alaric simultaneously slit all of their throats and released Zander from his hold. Rushing forward at an in human speed the first victim was the execution head as rows of fangs extended and Zander sunk his teeth into his neck drinking greedily. Alaric was a bit disheartened by having to loss his execution team but it was a necessary evil. If he were to ever kill Emma he needed Zander, but more importantly Alaric knew Zander was one of the few people who could find her.
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A/N: The next chapter is already written and will be coming tomorrow :)
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