BLACKFOREST REIGN

CHAPTER TWENTY

A knock on the door made Ezekiel end the call he was on. With a smile on his face,  he darted towards the door.

He could smell Pat right opposite of the door. He opened the door, and was met with Pat's presence.

The person standing in front of him radiated a rather distasteful energy. Ezekiel mentally reminded himself to urge well in handling him. 

"Pat! Funny seeing you here" he stated, "Nevertheless welcome to my beautiful home" 

Pat stepped inside and glanced around, running his eyes around the house.

Ezekiel's house was rather cold, unlike his and Pran's apartment that was warm and lively.

Deciding that there was nothing worthy to be looked at, Pat set his eyes on Ezekiel. The man offered him a glass of whisky but Pat declined. 

"More for me then" 

Looking at him right now angered him some more but he knew he had to control himself,  he didn't want to be reckless 

"To what do I owe the pleasure of you being in my home" 

"You have the nerve to threaten Pran using me" Pat spat out. 

"I'll take it, he told you. Rather bold of him especially after going to such lengths to keep it from you" 

Pat clenched back his teeth, 

"You turned me into a hybrid. A hybrid. Did you even stop to think what it would do to me, to my family, to the vampires and werewolves out there?" 

"I needed to gain leverage, which I did. My pack was dying. We were being looked down upon by other packs. I had to do something and as a leader I did" 

"You did what you had to do" 

"Yes" 

Despite his anger Pat understood as to why Ezekiel had to go to such lengths.

As a leader you are faced with decisions and choices you have to make despite the consequences which in the end you just have to bear them.

Pran did.

All this time Pran had been a leader to BlackForest and he had been doing whatever he possibly could to not endanger his people.

He was only looking out for them and him. 

"I understand. But the thing is, you forced Pran's hand. Each and everyday he was hated by his people and he had to bear it. There was a time I was angry with him wondering what was going on. But all along - " he couldn't finish his statement.

It was overwhelming.

He stepped forward, hands behind him,

"I had to drug him so that he would be able to finally sleep. I had to invade his privacy to find out what he was hiding, and the thought of you getting away with all this makes me sick"

He watched as Ezekiel eyed him carefully, he began readying himself for a possible attack,

"You made me into a hybrid, a monster set to vanquish all creatures, then I guess a hybrid I shall become"

Swiftly he launched onto Ezekiel who had been ready for him. The both of them went on, punching and throwing each other around the house.

In a small amount of time, what had been an organised house was now in a mess. In the process of their dual Ezekiel turned into a wolf and attacked Pat, biting him at the places in order to weaken him but right now, Pat was mad with rage, that the pain was numb to him.

The adrenaline kept him going. The anger inside of him drove him mad to overpower Ezekiel.

Once Pat manoeuvred him in all his attacks, he had him pinned down.

Blood was everywhere, in their faces, chest, even their hands were scratched. 

"If you kill me, you will be turned into a hybrid"

Ezekiel mentioned but that did not move Pat,

"My blood was the werewolf blood used to make the portion. If I die, you will become a full hybrid"

Be stated, as he tried to fight off Pat's hand around his throat.

Both their huffed breaths were heard in silence. Ezekiel watched as Pat raised his hand, his nails became elongated and  sharp around the edges.

He launched his hand inside on Ezekiel's left side. The said man groaned, the pain unbearable. Pat grabbed his heart, it was beating within his palm.

Pat could see as Ezekiel rolled his eyes back, he was in pain.

Then in one swift move, Pat removed his hand out of Ezekiel chest, the heart now in his hand

"Then so be it" he mentioned, throwing the heart next to him. He rose up from the floor and staggered outside. 

"_" 

"Pat, no don't!"

Pran shouted as he woke up from his bed. He looked around the dark room before he took a deep breath to calm his racing heart.

Nightmare. It was all a nightmare. 

"I really ought to stop dreaming about Pat becoming a hybrid now or it would come true" he murmured to himself.

Even as he tried to calm himself, at the back of his mind, he felt worried and fearful, he was freaking out as if something greater was about to happen, a disaster waiting to happen.

He looked around the bed beside him, he was alone. 

"Pat,"

he called out. He slowly got out of the bed and walked barefooted around the apartment, there was no sign of Pat anywhere.

Looking at the time, it was 2 in the morning.

Usually by this time Pat would be at the vampire house, so Pran wondered why he was anxious. He walked to the other room and found Aran asleep with his sisters.

They now lived with them, something Pran abruptly decided on and something Pat wasn't really fond of but at least it was more vampires than wolves and that seemed to put Pat at ease.

Pran slowly shut the door behind and came to sit in the living room to wait for Pat.

Where was he?

"_" 

He didn't know how many he just killed, he couldn't keep count.

All he knew was that he was hungry, hungry for more blood. He needed blood to drink and animal blood wasn't doing much to him.

He could just go home, there were so many werewolves and witches he could kill there and have their blood but every time that thought crossed his mind, Pat had to push it back.

He was not going to fall for that. He knew his mind was setting him up for a trap, and he didn't want to fall into it.

He didn't want to hurt Pran nor anyone at home but slowly he was beginning to lose his mind.

He didn't know for how long he was going to keep doing this. He couldn't resist for far too long.

He felt like he was losing his humanity.

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