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This chapter is intense, and I hope it's executed properly. I was just so excited to post this. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter~
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN | AMARA
It feels like the world froze to a pause.
His eyes fell onto mine and my breath catches in my throat. A chilling fear seizes my veins. Seeing Jace pulls me back to the reality that I've known, it feels like I've been trapped in an in between for a century.
But he may be the catalyst that rips me from normality.
"Jace?"
His clothes are nearly torn to shreds, a haggard appearance, disheveled hair. Through the shreds of his shirt revealed a large tattoo through the expanse of his back. The figure of which I can't make out.
He looks like he's been through hell.
"Amara," His tone drops into a certain tone of peace. As if a weight was lifted from his shoulders.
The crowd that previously ran feverishly around me had dissipated. My feet is glued to my spot.
"Seize the half breed!" Someone snarls. I turn to the source and see Troy.
The army of wolves begin to close in, but as they take a step forward, Jace steps closer to me. I turn to run from the fight- It's like bringing a knife to a gun fight, what benefit could I bring?
However, once again- fate has other plans.
An arm wraps over my shoulders. My breath hitches in my throat as I fight to steady my breathing.
With a swift movement, my hand is enveloped in his grasp. He turns my palm upward, exposing it over his own hand. With careful precision, he drags a single finger from his claw across my open palm.
I wince at the feeling, it was a light pressure but nonetheless blood begins to run from the cut. He does the same to his own hand, allowing the blood to run from his wound too. My eyes widen in confusion.What is he doing?
The question is short lived, as he clasps his hand in mine. A warmth spread throughout my veins, before it erupted into heat. It engulfed my eyes and I closed it tightly trying to rid myself of the feeling. This discomfort, it's a familiar feeling- but when?
"Look at me, Amara." He says, gently.
A tremor seizes my being, but despite myself I open my eyes. The same violet eyes that haunted me, meets mine.
Gasps erupts throughout the crowd, before there's an uproar of voices.
Impossible.
It couldn't be.
People whisper amongst themselves.
"I am not the enemy." Jace shouts, looking towards the soldiers and crowd beyond us.
"If you're not the enemy, then why're are you holding me like a hostage?" I spat under my breath.
He leans down with his lips behind my ear-"I need you, and I'm not letting you get away from me again."
I furrow my eyebrows at this, my lips curl with disgust and confusion.
The army of soldiers and wolves alike, stand on guard before us but pause with an uncertainty. Then suddenly, they part evenly, creating a walkway between. Ezra emerges from this, His usually composed features are set in a steely expression, eyes ablaze with an intensity that can pierce a person.
Despite the chaos surrounding him, Ezra's focus remains unwavering, his attention singularly fixed on Jace.
"You again," Ezra snarls, his eyes a blazing ember. A contrast from his usual warm honey gaze.
Jace releases me, and steps forward to meet Ezra.
With a clenched jaw, Ezra's fist hurtles through the air with the force of a thunderbolt, aimed squarely at Jace. But Jace- With a swift motion, catches Ezra's fist in his hand, his grip firm and unyielding despite the force behind the punch.
Gasps erupts through the crowd, and for a split moment Ezra's expression mirrors the cumulative confusion. Jace is silent, His eyes deepen into a darker Violet, as he withholds Ezra's punch.
With a swift and decisive motion, he counters, landing a solid blow square onto Ezra's jaw. The impact reverberates through the air, the force of the strike echoing like a thunderclap amidst the chaos of the fight. Shock flickers along Ezra's gaze and his lips pull into a small smirk as he laughs almost incredulously. He brings the back of his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his lips. Despite the surprise attack, Ezra's determination remains unwavering, his resolve strengthened by the challenge.
Ezra executes his next moves with the precision I've observed in our fight classes. Each strike is calculated and precise. His muscles ripple beneath his skin, coiled with tension and poised for action. His features are etched with determination, his jaw set in a firm line, eyes set with fierce focus.
Ezra exudes a quiet confidence, radiating an aura of power.
And this wears on Jace as the fight progresses. His earlier ablaze Violet eyes, now fade into the deep brown that I've met him in. He struggles to dodge each of Ezra's attacks.
"Enough," Ezra roars, in irritation. Swiftly as another blow is dodged, Ezra sweeps a grip onto Jace' neck and proceeds to lift his body until his feet dangle from the ground. I watch his expression, as his anger protrudes from him in waves. Teeth gritted firmly together, with a clenched jaw as he focused on the now gasping Jace in his grasps.
"Know your place, Half-Breed." Ezra spat, through gritted teeth.
"Drop him."
The words come as a low warning. Ezra looks up in irritation, as Ryder makes his way through the guards. Beside him stood a smaller woman. Silvered hair frames a weathered face marked by the passage of time, while eyes gleam with the depth of a lifetime's worth of experience. Despite her age, she moves with grace and strength, commanding respect and reverence. The crowd proceeds to bow their heads as their presence approaches.
"This is my fight brother-," Ezra begins aggravatingly. "I don't care about what he could be."
"You are leading with your emotions Ezra." Ryder asserts," and that is why you are the Beta."
His words leaves the area in a hushed quiet, I look towards Ezra but his expression is unreadable. In that moment, Jace is tossed aside like a rag doll. Released from Ezra's earlier firm grip and he takes this moment to catch his breath.
"He has been touched by an Original, Alpha. Our Original." Speaks the elder woman. Her attention then turns towards me, a gaze that feels like it stares directly into my soul. "And so was she."
"Impossible!" A woman exclaims from the crowd. There is a chaotic rumble of conversation amongst everyone.
What does any of this mean? What is she trying to say I am?
"He is a danger," Ezra snarls through his teeth.
"They are intertwined." Ryder states firmly, "They will both remain here." He commands. With a swift motion he orders the guards to scoop up Jace.
Intertwined.
Meaning- I am connected with Jace... something that isn't human. What does that make me?
Ezra shakes his head at this and briskly strides towards me. Upon reaching me he grasps my hand firmly and pulls me from the scene. I turn and see Jace's form is slumped over the soldiers grasps. A solider on each arm attempts to hold his figure up, but they practically drag him away.
"Where are they putting him?" I ask, softly.
Why do I even care? He almost killed me a few days ago.
"I would like to put him in the grave, but Ryder has other plans." Ezra advises, irritably.
"His plans of which you need to explain to me. Now."
END OF CHAPTER
This was INTENSE. I wanted to update this asap, but I wanted to make sure it was executed properly... will probably edit again though lol.
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