BLACKFOREST REIGN

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

The mask that covered his face was removed and Pran immediately squinted his eyes trying to adjust to the light.

He looked around and saw four men standing at the corners of the room keeping guard.

His hands were tied to the back of the chair, and he could already feel the pain of the ropes around his wrists.

In front of him, he saw Ezekiel, his legs crossed and puffing out smoke, a cigar in between his fingers.

Pran maintained eye contact as Ezekiel leaned forward. 

"Pran Parakul. An alpha to the wolves and leader to the BlackForest town. And Pat's husband"

He stated as a matter of fact,

"Tell me, how does it feel being married to a vampire? As a wolf, isn't that demeaning?" he asked. No doubt he was trying to get a reaction from Pran. 

"That's the difference between you and me. You look at it in a negative way, I look at it in a positive way. Married to one means I learn from his perspective and see the world the way he does"

But Ezekiel laughed

"That's a very good one, honestly. And how was that working for you when he beat you up? When he landed you in hospital? Did you by then see the world from his perspective?" 

"Why am I here Ezekiel?" Pran asked, ignoring his taunting statements. 

Ezekiel settled back into his chair 

"I brought you here because I figured you can be the only one to understand my desperate need besides Pat nor those old members of the High Council" 

"And what is that?" 

"I will soon tell you, but let me align the dire situation you are in as well as that precious town of yours"

He cleared his throat,

"The day you found Aran in those woods. It was planned. We set a trap for you without realising it. Aran was just one of the many people of mine that infiltrated BlackForest. -"

" - My people have been observing you, monitoring your every move, what you did and everything that happened around town. They have been sending me information and I can tell you right now, where your family members are and what they are doing"

Pran shifted in his seat, "But I won't lay a finger on them, if you agree to my terms and conditions" 

"That's not possible. Aran's mind was infiltrated. A witch went through his mind and saw -" 

"That witch did a shapeshifter. She was the one keeping track of Aran. The rest was easy " 

"Tell me what's stopping me from ripping out your head right now" Pran asked

"Because of Pat"

Ezekiel answered as Pran frowned,

"From the blood you have been sending him as a way to make amends - pathetic if you ask me - one of my men has been adding a mixture potion made from dark magic - "

"- That mixture potion is made from a wolf's genetic material and 2 distinctive blood lines of a vampire and a small amount of hybrid blood. So as he's been drinking the blood containing this mixture, his body has been undergoing some changes "

Pran's eyes did not move away from him as he explained. 

"Right now the only thing stopping Pat from becoming a full hybrid is me. The moment I get inside his head and command him to kill whose blood was used to mix the portion, it will be game over for him"