Edge Of A Blade (Completed)

Chapter 21- One Step Closer To The Truth

Ryan’s POV

‘I love you Ryan, don’t ever forget that,’ I heard his voice say to me through our mind link. I wanted to reply to him, I wanted to tell him who was behind all this but I wasn’t in my right mind. I knew that burning from the bracelet was bad news. When Erik pointed out that the bracelet had all of my guardians on I should have suspected something but I was just too focused on the date.

I knew my eyes were open and moving but I couldn’t do anything, I felt trapped in my own body and my wolf was missing or suppressed, either way I was stuck in this state. I would hear voices but I couldn’t focus my eyes, speak, move or even talk through my mind link with the others.

I was trapped in a shell and there was no way out. I heard footsteps near me, “It seems like your mate has narrowed it down to two people, me and another one of your precious guardians.” That means Erik is looking for me, hope bubbled up in me and I silently prayed that he will find me before this bracelet forced itself deeper and kills me.

“It’s a shame that you can't speak.” He muttered sadly. “I see your eyes are still searching, seems like that witches spell was a little overdone, but oh well, as long as it does what it should do I don’t care.” I wanted to slap him, to yell at him... I just wanted to scream and be free from this but I was stuck with no way out.

“I’ll see you after I dealt with that thing you love.” He sneered and I listened as he walked out of the room. I closed my eyes and just dropped myself into the darkness, I don’t have the strength to save myself and with HIM around Erik won’t be able to save me.

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“A pure soul and wounded touch, a heart with nothing will bleed for less. Bounds will rip and tear when life becomes death and death becomes freedom.” A small voice repeated over and over in my head waking me up from the sleep. I tried making sense of the words or poem or whatever this voice is chanting.

I must have been thinking for hours of what those words might have meant and all I got so far is; that a sacrifice has to be made, well that's what I got from, ‘life becomes death and death becomes freedom’ the life is someone who will die for another to have freedom or something like that but the thing that bother me the most was ‘wounded touch’ I thought it might mean a fighter or someone who causes pain but that didn't feel right so I was trying to think of something that will fit.

After another hours or so I figured that ‘a heart with nothing will bleed for less’ probably means something along the lines of a heart that has nothing to give will give its last beat or love away for another- or something like that. So far the chant or poem or whatever it was means something along the lines of. A clean, untouched soul will give everything to break the bounds by sacrificing itself and freeing another but the ‘wounded touch’ kept bothering me and that was the last piece I need to make sense of this.

I heard him enter the room again, it has become a frequent thing for him to keep me updated as he once stated. “I have good news for you, your mate is still alive,” I heard the anger in his voice and smiled with relieve, my Erik was still alive and will come and find me. “The bad news, the witch is missing and well I lost the vial so you’re stuck like this.” Dread washed over me as his words sunk in, I'm stuck like this, I wanted to cry and scream but I was nothing more than a vegetable on the outside. A small pebble stuck in a shell.

He just walked out again, not even saying anything else. My wrist with the bracelet started burning again, I was actually glad my skin was wounded from all the cutting I did, my skin wasn’t so sensitive to the touch anymore, the wounds and scars took care of that. Wait, wounded... skin-touch...scars. Holy crap! If I am right then the ‘wounded touch’ is scarred skin...like mine.

So far I deciphered the chant to mean; One with a pure heart and scarred skin will break the bounds when they sacrifice something dearly. But how was I suppose to do anything when I couldn’t even move or speak or even communicate through mind link?

He came back and took my wrist. “I might not be able to take away what I did to you but, I have a witch of my own who made a vial that will make you wake up in ways.” He stated and I felt cold liquid enter my mouth and dissolved as it touched my tongue. A prickly sensation started from my wrist and moved up my arm, then it started from my feet up my legs, then my other arm and when it combined and stopped in my chest, I could move, focus... I was me again!

I blinked a few times and the sat up, looking around the room my eyes landed on HIM and I pushed myself as far away as I could get from him on the bed. He smiled and clicked his fingers in the air and just disappeared.

Hesitantly I stood up and made my way towards the door, thinking I was free when something suddenly yanked on my leg and caused me to fall face first onto the floor. I turned over and inspected my leg, frowning I pulled at the golden-glowing chain that was around my ankle and tied to the wall. Taking a deep breath I tugged at the chain as hard as I could, only for the chain to burn my skin, a painful gasp left my lips and I dropped the chain to the floor. The fire stopped, looking down at my ankle I saw the faint burn marks the chain made when I pulled.

Tears started streaming down my face, this wasn’t supposed to happen. I finally get control of my body and then this has to happen? I'm still a prisoner, not of my own body but of this place. I kept crying, sobbing, yelling out curses towards HIM and then threatening him because he wouldn't even show up after I called him a ‘heartless, dead, empty waste of space’. I was exhausting myself and it was not a good thing.

Not good at all.

Erik’s POV

Wiping off the blood on my hands and pulling the buck towards a tree I left it there for other hunters to eat. The others came walking out of the forest into the clearing after they got dressed. “Erik, I think you should come smell this,” Alex said motioning for me to follow. I followed them to a deep part in the forest and then Alex pointed towards a fallen tree. I walked over to the tree and sniffed the air, a growl left my lips and my hands started to shake. This was the same scent I found near the house and it was mixed with Ryan’s scent.

“Come on,” I growled, determined to find my heart. That’s what she was to me now, my heart. Even though our mating didn't go as it should have, she became my everything the moment my wolf’s teeth sunk into her neck, marking her as mine.

Emmett, Alex and Jason headed in the direction the scent came from to see if it leads towards the house and Scott, Jarred and I made our way towards the scent’s stronger trail. We had shifted after splitting up, since our wolves’ smell was stronger than our humans’.

‘Erik, we followed it and you were right it goes straight towards the house.’ Emmett stated and I could feel them running back towards us. ‘Okay, so we’re on the right trail,’ I said and pushed my legs faster, we needed to find Ryan before it was too late.

Two hours later we found ourselves at a dead end, near the road that leads to the supernatural world. I growled and shot into the road running down it, not waiting for the others. I jumped over a bush as I ran into the forest again, taking a short cut.

‘Erik, slow down. We need to be careful.’ Scott said, trying to put reason back in my head but I was far from thinking things through. I wanted to rip their heads off after making their death painful, for what they did to her and for taking her.

I knew where Martin lived, since he was a werewolf I could follow his scent. I stood at the fringe of the forest looking out at the market, the witch-shifter’s stall was empty now and closed off. I knew they killed her after she gave us a vial, I wouldn't say she deserved to be killed but I was just so angry that I shrugged her death off.

I sniffed the air, trying to locate the scent I wanted. The others came up behind me, sniffing the air as well. ‘I got his scent, you go after the other one. One of them has to have her,’ I stated to them. Martin didn't like her from the start so he obviously had to take her, right? But if I was wrong then Edwin was the only other person I suspected of taking her.

They nodded and split up, I ran not caring who caught sight of me as I sprung from the forest and into the street heading to the house I really hope my Ryan was in.