Gabriel walked through packs and packs of trees as he looked for the manor. And the only thing he could think of was that something wasn’t right.
He had gone and searched everywhere for Carlisia and the only place that was now left was the Valentine manor.
He remembered the manor as if it was just yesterday when he was there. It was old, vintage and beautiful. It was all the things he had admired with a friend he had admired but feuds bonded with blood always got the best of everything.
Nothing beautiful every lived and nothing enthusiastic ever survived. This is the world. This is life.
He remembered every single detail leading to that hidden manor, but yet something wasn’t quite right. Not that anything ever was now a day, since Carlisia was taken but he felt lost.
In order to get through the manor was a kilometer walk through the forest to the clearing where the unmistakable manor was situated but he had been walking for some time now and the forest didn’t seem to thin.
He was sure it should thin by now, hell; he should be at the manor by now.
He heard a crack and looked down to see a twig crushed underneath his feet. He looked at the twig in frustration and rubbed his face thoroughly with his hands. The twig was crushed into two.
He continued to walk for another twenty minutes.
“Where the hell is that bloody god damn manor.” Gabriel muttered.
He was alone and barely paying enough attention to his surroundings while the rest of his pack did the perimeter check.
He heard the familiar sound of twig breaking underneath his weight and he fleeting looks down at the crushed twig but all of a sudden he was interested in it.
The twig was the same he had stepped on minutes ago with the only difference that the twig which was earlier in two was now broken into four parts.
He grabbed the pieces of the twig with curiosity and examined them carefully. They were the same.
What if……… What if he was in some sort of loop?
It wasn’t unheard of yet it was complicated and only can be cast on by warlocks, which were practically the endangered race of the current era, not to mention they were quite expensive providers.
Gabriel turned around and looked at the forest. Before he got an idea and took of the hoodie he was wearing.
He tied it to one of the trees securely and kept his eyes open. If this was a loop then there was some hope that maybe he was getting closer to Carlisia because otherwise Carson would never use magic to astray him.
Gabriel continued to walk north for quite some time again keeping a close eye on everything.
For some time he had lost hope when suddenly he saw the familiar piece of clothing on the tree leaving him shocked.
He was right.
It was in fact a loop.
But now the problem was to break the loop.
He took out his cell phone from his back pocket and dialed Ruben’s number.
“Alpha.” Ruben answered on the first ring.
“Get me a warlock.”
