Change Of Fate

Chapter - 30 More Truths

MIKAEL'S POV

All this time watching through the windows while the coronation is going on, my heart beat has raced upto an unbelievable fast pace, for two reasons- first, I just found out that my son whom I had to give up is here, my little Victor is here. And second is the woodsy and forests scent. The scent is making me frantic, it's kind of heating me up.

"Um..... Mika" Skoll suddenly spoke in my head.
"You finally had the time to wake up and answer my calls! Huh.. " I said to him.

"I know what you mean by that. It's just..... I don't know what to say Mika. You know I was awake the whole time. Just had the connection off. In the morning I was a bit confused about something so I thought not disturb you with it, cause you already have to deal with everything, the scent of the wolves, our father and the talk about leaving and James tagging along. It was already enough for you , I just didn't want to burden you more. I was going to talk to you the moment we arrived here, but then the scents here had my mind in a turmoil. Then the murals, the visions, seeing Victor and now this forest scent. I know what it is. I was almost about to shout it in your mind what this means which was so, much easy and instinctual, only I know how difficult it was to not to." He said.

"I know mate." I told him and my words were true, I know what this scent means. I know what he must have been through while having those visions and seeing those murals. Those murals were about Hati - the soldier under Moon Goddess, the one clad in all black. The murals depicted his story before he was cursed and spent many lifetimes on earth, and strangely and unfortunately I knew who that white wolf was the moment I saw it in the murals. It was too easy to connect the dots. That white wolf was definitely Skoll. There is no other possible connection here.

Alicia thinks that I read the story of Hati somewhere and that's how I narrated it to her when she was little, but the truth is I have never read any of those stories in detail. At least not when 10 years ago. I only read whatever information Vanessa brought me when I told her about all this. I had remembered all of this since I was able to remember anything. These stories were like memories carved at the back of my brain since forever, just like memories of my past life.

"I have the same thoughts as you Mika. We both kind of knew it, but have always ignored it. Our heat was always in line with nights of new moon. We knew we had some kind of powers, that were always the most active and powerful on the new moon night. We both knew from the very starting of our lives that I was the white wolf that the legends talk about, and just to ignore the facts we never uttered a word about it. Not even to each other. Now our situation is like this. I am the Skoll the Legendary White wolf, The Devourer of the Sun and the Whole Cosmos, I am Hati's lover, the one who cursed the Moon to loose it's shine. The one who is standing on the the pedestrian and is being coronated is non other than our -"

"NO.... Don't say it. Please don't say it. " I interrupted Skoll. I heard him. Every word of it. What he says is only the truth. I look through the glass window straight at the newly coronated King. Tears are dripping down my face. The only thing I can think about is him, even if I don't want to. I don't want to even look at him but somehow I can't take my eyes off of him. My hand goes up my neck to grip the ring I was given by someone. Someone who loves me. Someone who treats me like I am all he has, like he will die without me.

I watch as the king is looking through the crowd as if trying to find someone, he is searching for me. He knows of my presence just as much I know of his. Just before the king look towards the balcony where I am, I turn my back towards him, not having the courage to even make an eye contact.I grip the ring even tighter. I love him. I love Damon so much. I miss him. I wish I hadn't come here. It is true what they say about curiosity killing a man. My curiosity is what had landed me in this situation. I am so much engrossed in this situation that I didn't felt the presence of someone until a hand grips my shoulder and turn me around. Suddenly I gag, I gag too hard that it hurts my stomach and throat. Something wants to come out of me through my mouth but there is actually nothing that could. I hadn't had the time or energy or mood to eat anything after having breakfast with James and Alicia in the morning. My stomach is empty and nothing comes out of it when I gag.

When I am able to control myself enough and look at the person who gripped my shoulder, I freeze at his sight. Blood drains my body and I am not able to move. The only thing my sense organs can sense is that awful, disgusting stench of a particular son of a bich werewolf. The stench of my rapist. I don't remember the face clearly, but I remember the stench. It was all I could smell for a few weeks after the incident. That stench of alcohol was what my body smelled like for weeks and I couldn't get off of me no matter what I did.