Revelation

-Twenty-

Vex

My favourite smell is one of sweet lilacs and tulips with a hint of citrus. The freshness and warmth of it whenever I inhaled that smell through my nose would bring peace and content to my wolf and I. He would stop growling to take the time to prolong the alluring smell while I would shut myself away from reality. I would no longer be surrounded by society's term of perfection but instead, my own. 

Who is the source of this intoxicating scent?

Isn't it obvious?

The person behind the most alluring smell on this earth is the person who has been just hours ago taken away from me. 

My soul mate, my anchor, is gone. 

She has been kidnapped and my mind is in turmoil. Hence why am I pissed, beyond words. I pace back and forth in the hotel lobby of the castle. At the rate I'm going at, I should imprint a hole in the marble floor in no time. 

On a couch not to far away from me, my brother and dearest friend sit as they watch my every move, waiting for me to crack. Keith, with his grim expression, has his arms crossed over his chest while Nat grips her hair in her hands.

"This is all my fault," Nat mumbles in despair.

I clench my jaw, preventing myself from speaking. Deep down, I know that Raylea's disappearance is far from Nat's fault. The one who is at fault is the one who thought they could get away with it. How I can't wait for the shock on their face when I find them and end their pathetic excuse for a life. Yet, even with these thoughts swarming in my head, the rage has me wanting to take my frustration out on Nat. To yell the living shits at her until she is on her knees, begging for my forgiveness.

I don't want to cause any pain to Nat, not when she is also suffering from Raylea's disappearance. Over the short time period Raylea was with us, Nat began to build a relationship of sisterhood with her. Sure, they didn't act as the best of friends but Nat and Raylea were beginning to gain trust in each other which for Raylea, is a huge step up.

Keith gently places a hand over Nat's shoulder, "don't say that Nat. You are the last one here to blame."

Keith is right. If there's anyone here to blame, it's me for sure. I was the one who drove Raylea away. The lies I kept from her had finally caught her. That sort of betrayal would have repelled anyone therefore, I don't blame her actions. It was I who continued to throw lies at her. I was the one who didn't man up and tell her the truth. I was too big of a pussy to fess up.

Now I will forever regret it. 

Nat shrugs Keith away, "yes it is. Don't you get it? She was at my house. My house! A f*cking sorceresses house and yet she managed to get smuggled under my nose." 

Keith shakes his head, "the element of surprise can be a powerful weapon when used accordingly. Our opponents were ready. They knew."

"But how? How Keith when no one else knew besides us." Nat desperately begs for an answer. The mere fact that she was beaten doesn't seem to make sense to her; to any of us for that matter. 

Keith sighs, "that's the part we're trying to figure out."

Nat flies off the couch in a next second and glares at Keith, "face it, it was my fault. I should have enforced my fields. I should have double-no, triple checked on her instead of going straight to bed. I should have scanned the area for threat but what did I no? Nothing because I thought I was a powerful sorceress who no one would even think of messing with." Nat chuckles darkly as she catches her breath, "I guess I was terribly mistaken."