Xavion Silverfate

Chapter 41 | The Workshop

My eyes couldn't leave the duffel bag where I buried the tail. My mind and heart are racing, clutching my legs in front of me as I sit in the corner of my bed, it reminds me of how vulnerable I was back in the cottage.

My thoughts flew back to the cube where he wrote 'First Kill' Does he remember the wolf's name he's killed? I'm sure of it, he knows the wolf, he knows where he killed him and he knows the exact situation and how it happened.

Should I ask him?

I bit my lip and tightly closed my eyes. That thought of asking him will never result in anything extraordinary. He only shares information that he wants to share.

I walked to the cliff for a fresh breath of air, he made a wood overhang against the strong rocks, perfect for looking at the sea and the sky. A sense of familiarity washed over my thoughts. My eyes flew to the shining tower as series of questions drove me off to insanity.

What else is he hiding? Why tails? Is he driven by vengeance, or something darker? What could be the reason for collecting so many tails?

Velveteen did share, he killed them to protect them, and he traps rogues hurting them and injecting silver into their bodies. And cuts off their tail?

For what?

I touched my tail, a part that expresses what we feel. If it's tucked between our legs then we're scared, if it's wagging then we're happy. And cutting it would make us, inferior, we'll have no dignity.

Is that what he sees in rogues?

"hugh," My gaze lowered to the rocks below, the waves crashing unto it.

Is that what I'll be to him, once I became a rogue?

I looked back at his workshop, it was quietly standing, a few flowers sprouting near it, makes me think about what else could he be hiding in there. Have I touched things that belong to another person?

The best thing that I could do right now is to observe him. And make sure, he doesn't suspect me about anything that I know.

On top of all of this, how could I care for someone who might be hiding something so... cruel?

"Circe..." I called for her, she didn't say anything but she's all ears.

"I just feel weak still. I may have gained muscles, and knowledge about fighting, I can probably take a rogue at this rate but, I still feel weak."

"I feel incomplete like whatever I am doing is just to get by. I'm not doing—really taking action in saving you."

"I'm still vulnerable, Circe. You're the strong one, and without you, I am nothing. But don't worry, I'll try my best to become a primordial wolf to save you." I whispered to myself, I've done so much now, I've gained so much now too.

I'm still a ticking bomb, but an armored one now. And I still have hope...

After a few moments of enjoying the ocean's breeze, I returned to the cottage and packed my bags.

Xavion and Akolyn return from the woods, their boots coated in dirt and arms heavy with bundles of herbs and freshly killed meat. I watch them from the cottage window, the cool sea breeze drifting through the open shutters.

A tension I can't shake lingers in the air, and it's not just because of the upcoming journey. My mind is still swirling with the discovery of the tails hidden beneath Xavion's workshop. The images of them pinned to the walls, preserved like trophies, make my skin prickle with unease.

I massaged and caressed both of my arms, goosebumps were becoming visible.

I glance at Xavion, his expression calm as he stows the meat away, preparing for the long trek ahead. Shaking the idea of asking him. Besides, I fear that I won't like what I hear.

Instead, I keep my silence, watching him closely, looking for any hint of the truth.

"Where's Xavion?" I asked when Xavion didn't enter the cottage.

"Miss you boyfriend already?" I looked at him unamused. "Seriously, Xianne. Why do you take Xavion's answers so seriously?"

"What do you mean?" I thought he was playing with me, but I have to remember, Akolyn is a sorcerer too.

"You can feel it too, the pull." He rested the basket full of herbs on the table and filled the pot with water to boil the smaller meat.

I was too shy to answer, but I know my face gave it away.

"And your blight slows down whenever you're together. I know you've noticed it by now." His tone sounded pointing out the obvious.

"So I am wondering why you don't pursue him?" It was getting harder and harder to avoid his heavy gaze.

He waited...waited for my answer...that I never delivered.

"He's at the workshop, he's showing off his wagon." I almost tensed when I heard workshop.

"Are you done packing your things?"

"Yes."

"Then help Xavion get his wagon ready."

Fine.

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