Saint sat alone in his chamber, his head buried in his hands. The battle that Drake had had with Victoria or rather, the woman he had believed to be Victoria replayed in his mind over and over again. He could still hear her venomous laughter, see the blood trickling from Drake’s wounds, and worst of all, he could still feel the pain of betrayal cutting through him like a blade.The others had tried to warn him. Gerald. Drake. Even Steward. They had all sensed something off, something unnatural about the woman he had so fiercely defended. But Saint had refused to listen. He had let his love blind him to the truth, and because of that, he had nearly cost his clan everything.A sharp knock at the door startled him from his thoughts. He lifted his head slowly, dreading the conversation he knew was coming.“Enter,” he said, his voice hoarse.The door creaked open, and Gerald stepped in, followed closely by Drake, who was still bandaged from their fight. Drake looked better, but there was s

All through out the night, he was being tormented with what he had learnt. He wanted to march straight to wherever Vic was and put things to an end. The only thing that stopped him from doing that was; he did not know exactly where Vic was And he might have some trouble locating her hideout, Because if she could keep herself young and look exactly like Victoria with the help of medicine and Magic she could definitely use the same magic to conceal her location. Saint suddenly sprang up from the bed, tossing his duvet to the side as he began to pace across the floors, with his hands folded behind his back. "Damn it!" Saint cursed loudly into the cold night, the air around him taut, making it hard for him to breathe properly, "why did I ever hold back. Why did I think that my Victoria was capable of doing a thing like this. I should have killed Vic when I had the chance"If only he had known sooner. If only he had seen the truth beneath the surface. But how could he? She had looked ex

Lord Magnus barged into Saint's room, his eyes sweeping across the room, hoping to find the scroll. His age kept him back from overturning things in the chamber and Instead, he ransacked the areas that he could. He searched the drawers, underneath the bed and even in the restroom, but he couldn't find it. "Where could it be?!" He muttered against his breath. Sweat had covered his forehead, already dripping down his face, but he made no attempt to wipe them off and Instead kept searching. After what seemed like hours of searching for the scroll, he finally looked up to see the scroll atop a table just across from him. He slapped his hands across his face in frustration. "How had I not seen that when I first walked in?" He said to himself and trotted quickly toward the table to grab the scroll. The moment he laid his hands on the scroll, he felt a strong sensation, like electricity zapping through his veins. "Don't worry, I'm not going to open you, I have no rights to." He said to

Lord Magnus tried to maintain a straight composure as he made his way back out. Disappointment was an understatement to what he felt. He had not expected that the elders would decline his offer to perform the ritual on Saint. If the ritual was performed, then Lord Magnus would be rest assured that Saint would return back to earth alive but without that....Lord Magnus shook the thoughts out of his head. Now wasn't the time to think negatively, he had to make sure that Saint would return back to them alive. But what the leader of the elders had said troubled him greatly. They had asked him not to be worried but he was doing the exact opposite of what they had asked him to do. He couldn't stop thinking about what they had said, how was he going to relay the message back to them, how would he make them understand that the elders had refused his request to come perform the ritual? How was he going to tell them that the elders had said Saint wouldn't wake up until two to three days late

"You bitch, what the hell have you done to me? You think you can take me down that easily hunh?!" Drake yelled. With his fingers wrapped around the bar gates he shook it aggressively. Blood was already dripping down Drake's fingers but that didn't deter him. "I swear on my life that once I'm out of here, I'm going to skin every single one of you alive." He threatened. "Quiet down, or I'm going to come in there and do myself." A guard standing outside the cell said subtly to him. "Oh yeah?!" Drake let out sarcastically, spreading his arms apart and taking two steps backward, "come in here, I dare you!"The guard stared him for a while. He saw that Drake was blood thirsty and wouldn't waste the slightest chance he got at killing him. "What now, are you scared?!""Look at me you jerk....I said look at me!!!" Drake held the bars again and shook them until they rattled into the ground. But the guard threw his face away, ignoring Drake still which set his insides on fire. "You damn ba