My Stupid, Annoying, Possesive, Alpha Mate

Chapter 23

BLAKE'S P.O.V

Mist drifts around me, carelessly swooping and dancing inside some wind that my skin could not feel, my face was dry as a desert... my tongue fell lazily in my mouth and my eyelids hung low, I was dry... the life within me was gone... I fell to my knees, looking down I saw no ground... I tried to yell but could not as I stumbled face down into a ditch, at the bottom dry sand started to suck me up slowly... there was a pain in my legs, I looked up, hoping for some way out... then I saw a person... through pain and torment I called out for help. The person wore a hood, they lowered it... a face appeared, a girl... a face that looked so familiar.
'I-I- know you...' I coughed.
The girl shook her head, sadly so, 'no Blake Oathford, I don't belive you do.'
She drew a bow and arrow, aiming the steel point at my head, I started to say a word, I do not know what it was.... 'Ke'' and the arrow hit me.

I opened my eyes.

The next morning I stood out on the highest deck of the boat, first class, bar, jacuzi, spa, everyone was at my beck and call. Veressa was down speaking to a werewolf about our plans for the assassination of her father.

'Blake.' Veressa was behind me, her face was serious and dark.
'What is it?' I questioned.
'A priest came to your werewolf scout earlier, Jakeb, his name was, he said that their was a 'holy disturbance' in Italy, just like your enchanters predicted, there is an angel by the Blood Sisters pack, right next to my home... aren't we lucky?'
'So we're just going to kidnap this angel...?'
'No, you're going to kill it.'
'It? Come on, Veressa, you're nicer than that.'
Veressa scoffed at me, 'if you want to feel sympathetic for victim I know that it's a 'she' and I know that you're going to stab the bitch before it can hurt any of us... angels are dangerous Blake, very powerful creatures.'
'I can take her.'
'hmph, you say that now, when you come screaming with an arm or a leg blasted off I will laugh.' then, as if to justify her point, she went, 'ha-ha.'
I sighed, looking out at the ocean.
Veressa... my mind went to ease whenever I thought of her... but whenever I thought of her my mind went back to the girl in my dream, her face held more and more sorrow... I knew her, I know her... I know I do... 
Veressa came and stood next to me, leaning on the edge of the ship.
'You know there are mermaids out there, right?' She told me.
'They're in werewolf lore.'
'Ha! I bet you killed them, didn't you, every bloody werewolf song or poem or chant I hear involves you trying eliminate a threat, that's were all the wood-fairies went you know.'
'Maybe we did try to kill all the mermaids.' I shrugged.
Veressa nodded.
'But only because they tried to kill us.' I continued.
'I know that.'
I stared at her, 'you do?'
She nodded, then began to sing,
'So 'ere the threat from depths below,
Where tailed threats do flow,
And so, swim down, to the depths below,
Where merfolk blood will surely flow.

They'll kill your king and eat your wife,
They'll drown your son and take his life,
So come, now wolf, to the depths below,
And from your jaw their blood will flow.'

She had a beautiful voice, soft and sweet, I saw calm and serenity in her face while she sang... she seemed to be at peace, I understood she was a hybrid but I did not understand until now how deep werewolf blood actually flowed in her veins.
'You wouldn't have killed the mermaids?' I asked her.
She looked at me. 'Werewolves are a proud race, Blake, very proud. They fancy themselves honourable, would they write a silly a song about some lie about fish people killing their people? Just for honour?'
I blinked at her, 'make your point.'
'I have swam with mermaids on the coasts of Italy, spoken to them. Before the Dwarven Wars, no merfolk ever picked up a blade.'
'You think the mermaids never killed my people, then why would we kill them?'
She smiled at me, 'to write some silly poem?'
I stared at her again, her face was calm and her point was made, to her at least, whatever point she tried to make I couldn't fathom.
Then she left, walked back into the ship, leaving me alone to drown in my thoughts.