Of Wings And Claws

CHAPTER 6

Days go by slowly and as each day passes it reminds me that time and tide waits for no man.  After being couped up in my room forever, I finally master the courage to go out and explore Lord Lycidas's pack lands.

My hands are sweaty as I stand rigid infront of the closed door. I'm a strong girl, I can handle whatever comes my way, I repeat in my head trying to convince no-one but my own damned self. I exhale audibly through my mouth rubbing my sweaty hands on the short green mini skirt I'm wearing. I did find a little amount of clothes that day after Anwar had told me to look for them in the closet. Clothes that would last for three days till you needed to do the laundry again.

As my hand reach out to the handle the door flies open almost knocking the daylights out of my face. I'm quick to step back and watch as Ariel's hopeful face pops up. 

"Whoa, chill out girlfriend. I'm only showing you around pack lands not  Pitus Ernesto. I can hear your loud thoughts from downstairs." He says grinning like a fool and I resist the urge to roll my eyes.

"Haven't heard that name in a thousand moons." I mutter rolling on my feet. Pitus Ernesto was a famous name when I was younger. After I escaped from the orphanage I searched for any trace of people I knew, related to or atleast somebody who would know where I came from. One day I read a book at the library about a once famous abomination, Pitus Ernesto, who was a notorious self-made hybrid. By self made I mean that he blackmailed a witch to use black magic to mix his blood with the cold blood of two deceased supernaturals he had viciously murdered and drained their blood and left just the amount he'll need for the ritual. A siren and an unseelie court fairy. This ritual caused quite the uproar as this resulted in him losing any humane emotion and turning into a total nightmare. As he was a natural royal werewolf the only thing that was left of his wolf during the transition was that he was still able to shift. He would stay near the seas and sing like a siren and lure innocent woman into the water, sometimes he would attack local traders in the South where fairies ruled and kill them for fun.

"Just how old are you?" He asks taking my hand and pulling me out of the room.

"Fairies stop aging at twenty one. I thought you already knew that Mr know it all" we continue down the hall and it's only till we reach the steps that I start hearing noise. People talking, plates clicking, children laughing, the pitter-patter of others running. This causes a sudden terrible headache to form at the sides of my temples making me pause mid stairs.

Ariel seems to notice my discomfort and he squeeze my hand gently. "Hey, tune the noises out and breathe. Focus on me" he says smiling softly. I nod my head breathing slowly, the noise starting to fade. It's only until somebody clears their throat that I start looking around again, but I suddenly wish my eyes would have  stayed shut.

There he was in all his glory, shirtless in only sweatpants as a tall lady sits perched on his lap. Her eyes are on him while his are on me, or me and Ariel's entertwined hands rather. I see a shift in his eyes as they become darker. I quickly let go of Ariel's hand in fear of what he might do to him. The lord alpha was an unpredictable male.

"Baby what do you say we finish what we failed to finish yesterday. It's been hours Cida and I'm craving your touch" Her long legs bounce against lord Lycidas', she's wearing a red silk robe and her nails are painted red. Her hair is an eery black color and it shines all the way down her curvy hips. I continue assessing her until her voice starts to sound familiar. She called Lycidas Cida, like the woman in my dream who was with Lycidas as they did whatever they were doing on that bed. The image of their intertwined bodies flashes in my head making my breath hitch. Was it even a dream though? Or a vision.

My mouth turns sour and my stomach churns painfully threatening to push out the lovely breakfast I shared with Emily this morning.

Suddenly the whore stops seeking the lord's attention and follows his line of gaze. When her eyes lands on me there's a sudden shift in the atmosphere, like a buzz of electric impulses, a foreign dark energy that's disguised with something lighter, like a cover up.