Shane reluctantly pulled away from me and in that moment I wanted to pull him back but low growl coming from downstairs and a second crash along with a scream, stopped me. My heart skipped a beat and my eyes met Shane's dark eyes. His warm body moved away from mine and I unconsciously released a longing sigh, until his hand grabbed mine and we were swiftly walking down the dark hall. From the view at the top of the stairs, the sight was grim.
3 persons stood before the crumbled door, several windows held broken glasses. As we swiftly descended the stairs, Shane's hand released mine and I noticed more strange persons making a mess of the living room and kitchen. "Killian! What is the meaning of this?" Shane yelled as his stepped off the last step of the stairs. Killian was a tall and muscular with a 3 thin scars slicing through his neck. As Shane went to stand before him, I noticed that they stood at roughly the same height. The tension thickened around them as we waited for Killian's response. For a split second I noticed something akin to fear crossed his face. He chuckled, slapping the chest of the guy on his right, a burly man with a large beard. The man joined in on command. "The last I recall, I am the Alpha and this is my land. This house is mine and everything within it…mine," Killian spoke with a latino accent. I glanced towards where the twins and Kylen stood. Kylen was calm and not phased by the wolves taking claim and looting his home. His hands rubbed Chloe's back reassuringly as she hid her face in her father's clothes. Cleo stood arms crossed, glaring daggers in my direction. I felt my heart quickened at this. "This house belongs to me and my family, Killian and I know you know this," Shane replied calmly. "What I know is that omegas such as yourself don't get to own shit," Killian sneered stepping closer to Shane, his aura menacing. I furrowed my brow, narrowing my eyes at Kylen. He said that Shane was a lycan. If he was a lycan, why was he letting a werewolf talk to him like that. 'Lycan by spirit, not completely by blood,' Kylen's voice was loud and clear in my mind. I tilted my head and exhale, keeping eye contact. 'What does that mean?' I struggled to send to him. Survival. A single word was all I heard. Shane had to ascend to truly become a lycan. For now he was vulnerable. "So everything you think you own is mine," Killian whispered to Shane, his green eyes falling towards where I stood on the staircase. "Including her." I glanced away momentarily. "She's the one who attacked us," the rat Roderick snitched, pointing his bony finger towards me. He stepped forward from behind the quiet guy who stood to the left of Killian. Damon also stepped from behind him, glancing towards Cleo with a strange emotion in his eyes. I did not miss the way Chloe flinched when she noticed him. Shane gulped as he glanced towards me, a pleading look in his eyes. One that I didn't understand. "Listen gentleman, can we all just settle this in a civilized manner. I'm sure there is a reasonable explanation for this undoubted misunderstanding," Kylen attempted to fix the situation. I had began to step down the stairs when suddenly a loud roar shook the old building. I paused, my heart rate accelerating as Killian roared in Kylen's direction. All the wolves in the room paused, dipping their head low. All accept Shane who instead glanced away from him, blood vessel in his neck bulging. "What do you want, Killian," he gritted out. Killian turned to him with a glare. It was obvious that Shane was an Alpha wolf, who wasn't easily dominated. That irked Killian. He hated him. "I want justice," he said slowly, returning his eyes to mine. "She humiliated my wolves, attacked them without provocation, if I let such insolence go unpunished then what kind of leader who I be," Killian said through his clenched teeth. "You'd be a merciful one," Shane told him. Killian chuckled incredulously, staring at Shane as if he was a fool. "Cassian Prime Cole Rodriguez," Killian paused furrowing his brow. "Shane is the nickname isn't it. Your baby sister gave you that name." Killian motioned to Chloe and Cleo. A chill fell down my spine, as I noticed a female wolf drawing closer. "I'll make things easier, one of them in exchange for your little girlfriend," Killian said with devious smirk. "Christina Vera Cole…Rodriguez," Shane retorted or I guess Cassian. Killian physically stiffened and all the wolves in the house froze. Who was Christina? Was she his mom? Was she really this scary? "We should take this outside, negotiate something peaceful and calm." Shane said, motioning to the open doorway. "I won't show you this kindness again," he added staring straight ahead. In those words I felt a beast stir, telling the occupants of the room that it was present. Killian nodded slowly, gingerly stepping out of the house. He whistled and the wolves that had forcefully entered the house began to follow him. Damon lingered behind eyeing Shane with curiosity in his eyes. Shane waited until the last wolf left the house before he stepped towards the door. He glanced towards his father and then tilted his head towards me and went outside. My heart skipped a beat as he disappeared into the night. "Girls go upstairs and pack your bags," Kylen said hastily, rushing towards the doorway. "What? We can't leave! You can't leave! They'll find you," Chloe said tears streaming down her face as she hugged herself tightly. "Dad, this is your house, isn't it?" Cleo asked stepping towards her father. "It doesn't matter if its mine or not. We need to leave. You girls need to go back to school and this place is no longer safe for us," he said gripping his daughter's shoulder, his gray eyes focused on hers. "What about Shane?" I finally spoke. Kylen glanced at me briefly and turned his gaze towards the door. "He'll be fine," he muttered under his breath absentmindedly, his mind traveling to some far away distant land. "You don't deserve to call him by that name. This is all your fault! If you hadn't mind your own bloody business and stayed out of our lives, my brother wouldn't be paying for your mistakes," Cleo turned her wrath towards me, taking slow threatening steps towards me. "Cleo stop," Chloe tried to calm her. "No, she's the reason why he got bitten by that creature and weakened. Only friends and family are allowed to call my brother by the nickname that I gave home and your not friend or family," she said angrily. With furrowed brows I watched her come to stand before me. Why was she so angry at me? Did she really like Damon that much? He was a little asshole, who was bullying her sister. I opened my mouth to defend myself but Cleo wasn't done. "I knew that you were bad luck the second I saw you and now my brother will pay the price." She said, staring at me as if I was something distasteful. "If you ever pry into my mind again, I will break yours," she whispered to me and then ran up the stairs. Chloe followed closely behind muttering an apology for her sister. It wasn't a good feeling, knowing that her anger was justified. All I had ever wanted was my magic–lies, all I had ever wanted was power and to be glorified. I wanted to be the powerful unbeatable hero, who everyone loved. I miss used my magic and lost a potential friend and…maybe even a boyfriend. I clenched my jaw, I hated myself. "Don't worry he'll be fine. He'll probably be back in the morning," Kylen finally spoke with uncertainty. He turned towards me and sighed as he noticed the guilt on my face. "Its not your fault, Taiti," he told me with sincerity. So he was listening but made no effort to stop his daughter from dragging me through the mud. "Shane…Cassian has always had a complicated future. An accident when he was younger altered it, an accident of which I was the orchestrator. So if anyone is to be blamed its m–," "My father," I stopped him from finishing his sentence. "Xerxes is the reason why I am here…I need to stop him and save my mother," I told him, my eyes glossing over with unshed tears. Kylen stared at me for a few seconds before he nodded and sighed, glancing around at his once beautiful and neat house. "I really did like this house," he muttered closing his eyes. "Are you just going to leave it," I asked appreciating the change of conversation. Kylen shrugged. "I might sell it to an old friend, he collects haunted houses," he stated casually, scratching his cheek. "What!"Shan-Cassian didn't return home. Kylen had managed to salvage what was left of the front door, using ropes to hold it in place and old blankets to cover the open spaces. I helped him to cover the windows with some old boards that he had in the garage. "I was going to build the girls a treehouse," he had said and then drifted into the depths of his mental archives. When we finished boarding up the windows it was pass midnight. I found myself leaning against a broom staring at the front door. Kylen had said that he would be fine but that didn't mean that something bad wouldn't happen. Suddenly a scoffed brought me from my thoughts. Cleo stood a few feet away from me. Her arms crossed and her eyes glaring daggers into the back of my head. I shook my head and glanced away from her with a snort. "I guess your here to tell me that this is all my fault," I gave her back the same energy that she was giving to me with a hint of 'I don't care'. Cleo scoffed. "And it isn'
"That's childish," Kylen commented walking off into the living room. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I followed closely behind him. He grabbed a small backpack and a brown paper bag with food. I took the time to wear the backpack that he had handed me properly. "Where are we going?" "We are going for a walk through the woods and hopefully make it unto the main road without being detected, hitch a ride from a beautiful woman who has a crush on me into town and to my new home we go," he listed, checking his watch. I was a baffled, blinking idiot. "Aren't you married," I nearly yelled but found some self control. Kylen glanced at me briefly and then at an empty space at the wall. "It's complicated," he eventually said softly. His brows were furrowed and a deep frown was on his lips. I nodded. "Anyways, we have an hour and 3 minutes before she passes by," he explained, walking towards a door that I hadn't noticed before. It was a second entr
Sam and his soldiers took us safely to the main road. They waited patiently with us until Kylen's ride came. I caught a glimpse of a photographic memory reminder that Sam took. He was most definitely going to check if we were actually students at Elverton. I was hesitant to give my name but Kylen quickly fixed that, blurting it out before Sam even opened his mouth to ask. I didn't mind being around the man because admittedly I did think of a future with Cassian and if that future became real I really wanted to get along with his family. Which meant that I had to fix things with Cleo–on second thought, I think I'm just going to let fate do its thing and then I do mine. Kylen hopped into the front passenger seat and I hobbled into the back, placing my duffle bag beside me. I closed the door and glanced towards the driver. Her large blue eyes were piercing mine. I raised my brow and glanced towards Kylen, who had thankfully dropped the glamour. "Oh, this is Vanessa. S
When I grow up, I wanted to be a superhero. Someone who protected the innocent and imprisoned the bad but as if this moment I preferred the term vigilante. I did good things but by my own rules. I would steal from the rich and give back to the poor. I would break self-righteous idiots who thought of themselves as better than me for my own selfish need to feel power. "Kneel," I commanded. Derrick had no choice but to fall to one knee. After all, he was proposing to the love of his life. "How does it feel, Derrick? To kneel before your master," I exaggerated, watching as he struggled to make sense of the strange thoughts in his head. "Get the fu–," "Language!" "Out of my head, fuk–itch!" Damn, he was strong but I was juiced up. I pushed back forcefully, sending him flying into a tree. I felt sorry for the tree when its roots rose above ground. A few students ducked out of the way as it went tumbling down. It erupted into flames a second late
It took us 17 days to clean up the library and even after our job was done we had to help the workers build a new set of stairs through the hole in the ceiling and when that didn't work out, we had to make a raised platform thats triggered by weight. We literally made it for ourselves since it could only carry a maximum of 3 people and our initials were pasted on its glass walls. Always Phoebe, Medaline and I were the first to ascend to the second floor in it. It was a short ride but it was so satisfying! "We make such a good team," Medaline commented, staring towards the sky as we entered the outdoor courtyard. "We are good at fighting crime together, creating good art as well as destruction but then again from chaos comes order. We're really good at chaos," she said squinting slightly. "Uryah is not going have us replant that tree, is he," Phoebe asked with a tired sigh. She had dark circles under her eyes and usual bright skin was pale. "Are you okay," I asked
"Wait," Medaline suddenly said, as I hooked my arm around hers. "We need to change first," she said, pulling me in the opposite direction. I caught Phoebe rolling her eyes. “Harris might be there and I can’t let him see me like this,” she said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. I released a groan, throwing my head back to stare at the sky. I could feel the confidence that I had found slowly leaving my body, replaced by the thought that maybe Cassian would be at the party too. It had been a very long time that I had seen him and this morning when I glimpsed him, let’s just say that I really wanted to know if he was okay. There may have also been a longing in my chest, most nights I felt as if I was dying. I would remember crying myself to sleep and not know why I was crying. I knew my mother was okay, for now but the pain that I had felt in my chest wasn’t because of her. I missed him. I took a deep breath as we walked across the south hall, with every step
Madeline stopped by a grey bedroom before we went back down stairs. She cringed as she had struggled to see inside the dark room but I found my sight perfectly adjusted. There was no one in the room, after a few seconds of squinting into the shadows she closed the door and we went downstairs. We found Phoebe munching on a bowl of cereal, cuddling a pillow on the couch. Medaline gasped at the sight and I found myself dying of laughter as I sat beside her. "Seriously, you weren't even making an effort," Madeline said loudly, staring at her friend with wide eyes. Phoebe gave a careless shrug, slapping my fingers away from her cereal. I pouted and folded my arms. "I knew you would come to your senses soon enough," Phoebe said curtly, causing Madeline to roll her eyes. The sound of someone entering the house, directed our attention to the front door. There was a tall handsome man entering the house. He was tall with dark hair and his eyes were blue.
What did poor little defenseless Taiti Malcolm do to her great and powerful father Xerxes…she existed. History books speak of creatures similar to the Cider wolves that pass down their power to their offsprings. If an alpha Cider wolf had a wolf pup, the alpha would lose its alpha powers to the pup. As the pup grew so he or she would take their parents power slowly. Xerxes was a Cider wolf alpha and I was the pup. His power transferring to me was as a result of our similarities and the universe balancing itself. One man should not hold too much power but neither should one woman but we do it so well, nobody bats an eye. Xerxes didn't want to lose his power so he wanted to kill me before the majority of it was transferred to me. At least that was what I had gathered after reading several history books on darklings/ dark fae. There was also some old wives' tale about how they used to eat their first born children. I sighed, falling into the table, unwilling to go on.