For a few seconds, the man was calm. But soon, the calmness turned into something else when the screams of people reached them.
Ava immediately knew that the man was scared.
"Let the others go." The man said.
She could feel his eyes on her.
"Sir, we need to leave now." The woman said.
"Can’t you identify the attacker?"
"No.."
"Useless!" the man hissed. "Useless bunch of people! I want you to release the captives. Since they really want to fight, then let’s give them a fight!"
"I understand. However, you need to leave. The madam wanted us to assure your safety..."
"Tsk." Ava heard something break. Almost immediately the smell of blood wafted through her nose.
She frowned.
Then she heard footsteps receding.
Did they really just... left?
She had no time to think about it.
When she didn’t sense anyone near her, a ball of fire appeared on her palm. She used it to melt whatever it was that was binding her hand.
After freeing her hand, she removed the blindfold and immediately adjusted her eyes on the view in front of her. The candles and the blood were located near her feet, just at the base of the bed she was tied to, they looked especially intimidating but she had no time to think about it.
She got up and removed the cloth that covered her mouth. After looking around, she realized that she was located inside a room. She had been lying in a canopied bed, a dresser could be seen to her left. Her feet landed on a reddish rug just as she heard some yelling and more footsteps. She eyed the wooden door.
The room looked like a normal suburban bedroom. The black out windows were wide open, revealing the darkness outside.
It was nighttime.
She steeled herself. Then she checked out the windows. Layers of snow covered the area that she could see. Was that a lake? Where is she?
The sound of fighting soon became clearer.
Cautious, she opened the door and realized that she was kept in an attic. The third floor.
She used the stairs to access the second floor and opened another door. The moment she opened it, she was surprised by the smell of blood, the emotion of despair and anger welcomed her.
The hall was completely made of wood, paintings could be seen adorning the paneled walls. Her heart raced as she took a step forward. Just how big was this house?
She bit her lower lip.
It didn’t take her too long to reach another stair that should lead her to the first floor.
But this time, she didn’t move.
She couldn’t.
Not when she saw the sea of blood and bodies on the first floor.
Another bang echoed and this time, she clearly saw who was causing all the chaos.
It was Matthew.
She knew it was him. Even if he wasn’t looking at her. Even if he had his back on her. Ava knew it was him.
The moment she saw him, magick hummed inside her body. She could feel it thrum, making it’s presence known.
Ava stilled. It was as if something hot exploded in her. She staggered and used the frame of the stairs to support herself. She closed her eyes, her heart drumming so loudly against her ribcage.
What the hell is wrong with her?
When she opened her eyes again, Matthew was already staring at her. No. To be more specific, his golden orbs were staring at the blood on her clothes.
Ava freezed on instinct. Her eyes widened as she stared at his ripped clothing that showed his bloodied muscles. The sight made her heart skip.
Anger immediately reared its head. Seeing him like this made her angry.
Something dangerous brewed inside her body.
And she didn’t like it.
It was as if something was trying to pull her towards him.
She blinked, confused.
What was happening to her?
As if on instinct, she suddenly raised her right hand and sent a shifter that was approaching Matthew, stumbling out of the door with a zap of electric shock.
Her own action seemed to trigger Matthew’s as he lifted his head and let out a loud dangerous growl that seemed to make the house shake.
In the midst of the chaos and the people who ran towards him with guns in their hands, Ava just stood there, staring blankly. Something about Matthew felt different. It felt warm and cozy and a part of her wanted to melt into him. The other part wanted to engulf him in an embrace.
It was confusing her.
"Miss!"
Ava’s thoughts were interrupted by Simon. She turned to her left and saw the man throwing a human down the stairs.
"You need to stop the master." Simon’s face was pale as he removed what looked like a tranquilizer from his arm.
"What’s happening? That— "
"His wolf... It’s coming out."
"Without his mate, he won’t be able to control his wolf." Ava immediately said. Lycans and Werewolves were quite the same when it came to their mated one. Usually, a fully transformed Lycan cannot transform into its human form without their mate.
Because of this not many Lycans can actually transform into their wolf. While they were stronger and still feared by many, they couldn’t really assimilate with their wolves without their mates.
Then the realization of what Simon said dawned on her.
"You mean..."
Simon’s expression was serious. "Only YOU can stop him."
She gulped.
Mate?
A witch can have a mate?
How is that even possible?
She doubted Matthew’s words then. But now... her body’s own reaction betrayed her.
She looked at Matthew, her heartbeat continued racing. The smell of blood around them was suffocating. Yet something about it was intoxicating her.
It didn’t take too long for her to realize something.
She liked the smell of blood.
She liked watching him wreck havoc.
She liked watching him pull apart their bodies as if they were nothing but cardboards.
She liked... Matthew.
And a small part of her hated how intensely she liked him.
"Miss!"
Simon’s voice echoed inside her head. This time, it felt like she was inside a hole, a deep unfathomable hole. She could hear the fear in Simon’s voice but... something, an invisible force seemed to surround her.
The same invisible force that was telling her to approach Matthew. The pull from Matthew’s body intensified. This time, she didn’t interfere nor did she stop herself. She took a step towards him.
And then another.
Until she stood in front of him.
It was as if the world stopped spinning as they stared into each other’s eyes. Both bloodied, both unable to deny the sudden burst of adrenaline inside their bodies.
Matthew examined her face then her body, his hand was still wrapped around another person’s neck. Yet, his eyes never left hers.
Slowly, his hand loosened, the body of the man he fought fell with a loud thud. The fierceness in Matthew’s golden eyes lessened, relief glinted in his orbs.
Then his calloused hand caressed her cheek. He said nothing and she stayed silent. Soon, the chaos around them blurred, the noise dwindled. Their faces drew closer and closer until their breath intertwined.
And just as their lips met, the dark clouds that covered the moon receded, as if slowly giving way to the moon’s beautiful existence.
The Moon— silver and round— made its presence known as its reflection seemed to dance in the sea of blood that surrounded Matthew and Ava.
....
FIRST PROPHECY.
As soon as the moon turns red, a kiss shall mark the reunion of enemies.
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