Lycan Soulmates #6: Wolves of the Dawn [18+]

Chapter 3

Chyronex's POV

I sit in the tavern with my Venatores. We sit at the back near the ale garden, with windows looking out into the green nursery. I sit on the sill, in my yellow dress, I drink wine and eat plain bread with a slice of cheese... I didn't have much of an appetite.

I chew slowly, while a butterfly lands on my big toe and instead of feeling uplifted, I see two red eyes in the wings, before it flutters off.

Yet another warning.

I stop chewing, then force myself to swallow.

I almost choke and drink more wine.

I put the empty cup on Andoll's head as she sits just below me at the table. She happily takes it off her head before dramatically throwing it at the nearest bar tender who is innocently strolling by.

The cup hits him in the eye, and he cries out and falls to the floor.

"Where is my goat?!" Andoll yells at him, "I paid for it two moons ago, you thief!"

"That's not the goat seller," I roll my eyes in exasperation, "For the last time, Andoll, that's his twin."

"Apologies, the cute nut is persistent in getting that goat," Lixar forks out a gold coin and tosses it to the injured bar tender who catches it with one hand, "May you have better luck with this coin. But I do suggest you get her that goat soon because... well... Andoll will eat your brother alive if he does not follow through... and I may delight my nut in joining her in such a tasty meal – is that clear?"

"Yes, yes... very clear, yes, I will speak to him again... I am very, very sorry... I do not mean to hinder the Venatores... please... I will do something about it," the bar tender holds his eye and bows to Lixar in thanks of the gold coin, then he walks out to the back for a breather.

"I smell deceit and it smells like moldy cheese," Andoll whispers, leaning into the pillows and kicking up her feet onto the long bench, she looks up at me with a warm smile, "Cheer up, Draconess. We are the Hunters. We will burn all the bad omens. Then we will create our own luck. It will help when I receive my goat."

"Mmhmm, I wish it was that simple, dolly," I look over her and opposite me, Lixar and Rey sit. Zarcar was there but now he is gone.

I immediately search for him, wondering where he went to, and I spot him walking out the back door into the garden, to come up to my window on the outside.

He offers me a hand.

"No fucking in the daytime!" Lix calls out playfully.

"We're going for a walk," Zarcar leans in and growls at Lix, "Shut up and drink your ale."

"I need more blood," Rey whispers, and his voice is husky, "I'm going to find As... and I hate these fucking crowds... neither can I tolerate your embarrassing rages," Rey hisses at Andoll, "We are a Venatores, not goat collectors."

"...neither can anyone tolerate your murderous nature, leech," Andoll flips Rey off, and he scowls and stands up.

"Look who's talking, the little innocent who rides a horse c –"

"SHUT UP! If you must know so badly, I require the goat for As's birthday," Andoll admits, tearing up, "Okay?! That's my secret. I am two months late. He will be so sad if he thinks I forgot."

Rey's eyes widen, soften... then harden... as he leans over the table and his long black locks flow over into Andoll's cup of wine, soiling it, "He is a herbivore, darling," which is a joke as Asmodeus did have a mortal form.