Hunting the Creator

Chapter 37 Déwei

Waking up early in the morning Karim stretched his long body, he was now used to sleeping in his body's original form. It was only natural he shifted back to his beastly form once sleep was needed. He sat back down and was about to get off the uncomfortable bed when a hand slithered around his furred waist.

"What do you think you're doing?" Karim spoke with a look as his paw settled on the arm and his claws rested on the tender flesh.

But the claw did not phase Déwei as he pulled the panther closer and snuggled into the warm and soft fur. The panther twisted in the arms and the two were soon face to face. The panther had become a man once more and his flawless flesh became a dangerous skin contact to the prince who had a habit of sleeping naked. Their eyes locked and for what seemed like an hour neither pulled nor shied away from the others' intense gaze.

There was a story behind those eyes, at least behind the golden ones, the dark eyes held loneliness and an urge to never let go, but unfortunately, they had places to be and people to govern.

"Let's stay like this forever." Déwei spoke, whether he was playing around or serious, Karim did not figure it out because of the sudden pull to his slave collar, he knew that his master was calling for him.

"My master is calling for me." Karim said sarcastically. "You should know them, it's the same human what your father placed upon me."

Déwei took no offense to the glare of the young Werecat, of course his father held that power for the mean time and once his side of the plan continued, he would make it out on top with his beauty on his lap.

"Not for long, you shall be free soon." Déwei gave a cryptic answer as Karim jumped off the bed and jumped out of the conveniently opened window.

The young panther scoffed as he groomed his fur. "Hurry and meet up with us, this human you placed on me is rather dull, you're more interesting to hang out with." Karim complimented as he left soon after when another pull came from the collar.

Karim made sure he wasn't seen and kept into the shadows as he went towards a different hotel and entered the only open window. There stood Mikhail with a towel around his waist, his hair wet, the water droplets falling to his toned and fit abs.

They weren't as impressive as the panther had given a hard gaze to that prince that slept naked. And glancing slightly at the faint outline of the towel, down there was not much of a competition as well. Mikhail would have lost in a long shot in comparison.

"Good you are here. Where did you go?" Mikhail feigned worry.

Karim knew very well that this so-called hero is trying to bond with him so the two could extract more power when in combat.

Guess I will give him what he wants. He thought with mischief in his tone.

"His pain in the ass Highness was dragging me everywhere." He thought as he projected it into the mind of Mikhail, making his eyes widen.

"How did..." He trailed off still in shock.

"Talking to you? You're alright for a human, so I granted you the honor to speak to me." Karim spoke with his head lifted.

"They said you were shy." He asked confused.

"They say many things." Karim circled around the hero as if assessing his body. "How my mother screamed in agony as she died for our well being, how you and your sister are disgusting abominations, do you believe them?"

"Of course not, we are just people who love one another, I do not see what harm we bring to this world." Mikhail looked down then held a confused look. "But your mother isn't dead Night, she's alive."