Space!

I need some space after being in the presence of a witch. The witch's aura is muddling my thoughts, I conclude not at all ready to believe that this woman-child is making my sluggish heart, beat.

It's probably indigestion.

Rolling my eyes inwardly at my pathetic thoughts, I walk towards Sierra who's busy keeping some of the bowls in the refrigerator. The witch child has gone to her room. Fenris is itching to get me out of the house so that he can spend time with his mate but I don't want to go yet.

"What do you think of her?" I ask Sierra knowing that this girl cannot stop voicing her thoughts. I want to get a feel of her thoughts on this witch girl because something about her troubles me.

The witch makes my heart, beat. She makes my blood rush through my veins. I feel like tasting her blood especially when she's blushing. She's clueless about her beauty. She's so aloof and like a scared kitten yet there's a fierceness in her.

She is fierce. That much was clear when she fired Xanthos with her fire. She loved every moment of it. She's a hellcat and I want to taste her blood.

It's insane and I am going crazy, perhaps.

"Who, Nikita?" asks Sierra pushing me to think of her story about knowing everything since the time she was born.

Is it true that witches can remember everything?

If yes, then it must be hell to remember all those painful memories forced on her by Xavier.

She's a vassal of pain, that much I could know from her. She's scared of males and she's scared of me. The moment I touch her with the intention of anything but neutral, she'll set me on fire.

And, the Lord knows that fire and a vampire are not friends.

I hate hot things. Hmm! But not hot women.

Fingers flick around my head and then a fist comes smacking towards me, I leap out of the way and plaster myself on the nearest wall. Looking at Fenris who's now standing behind his mate, I smirk at him while he snarls at me mockingly.

"Slow, aren't you?" I laugh while Sierra rolls her eyes at us.

"You stop ogling my sister and now my mate," warns Fenris while his fangs peek through his lower lip. I smirk at him and then shrug.

"What's life without some warmth," I comment and watch as Fenris takes a step towards me, all riled up.

I so enjoy toying with this wolf pup.

"He's teasing you, Fenris. For Goddess's sake use your empath skills on him for once," chastises Sierra while pulling him back. Letting go of his anger, he takes a deep breath and then pulls his mate closer, almost engulfing her into his body.

I am quick to hide my envy, not wanting Fenris to judge me. I still yearn for my mate but more than that I yearn to avenge her. Refusing to fall prey to these weak emotions, I quickly shift my mood to business mode. I might be a second too late but Fenris is wise enough to not ask me.

"Do you think she's trustworthy?" I ask instead, to Fenris and Sierra both, tuning myself to sense the slightest of their emotions. Sierra is completely smitten by her sister-by-mating whereas Fenris goes on alert.

"She's innocent. She was tortured."

"Yes, I agree. And I also think that the torture might have made her cynical towards everyone. Me as well as you," I finally say causing Fenris to sigh. He nods and then gulps as if wanting to speak but refraining from doing so.

He's afraid for his sister that much I can gather from his mind. It's an ocean of fear for his sister.

"She's scared that's why she doesn't trust us. She doesn't trust me and I feel as if I failed her. I should have known that my sister was being tortured by Xavier for years."

"Why do you think she refused from meeting Nora?" I ask, purposely hinting at that insecure spot in Fenris's mind.

Meeting Nora would have definitely been helpful. Nora is the only one who can help Nikita and Fenris to understand the witch mind and the power that Queen Eva left behind with Nikita. Somewhere, I think that Queen Eva had the gift to grant power to her children.

She purposely gave the least useful gifts to Fenris, preventing her witch powers to take hold of Fenris. The sole reason might have been because Fenris's fate was the werewolf's world's fate. Had he been more of a witch, then the werewolf world would have been left to fend for itself, thus creating chaos where the neighbouring Alphas encroached on each other.

Queen Eva was a seer. Did she this future? Or was Fenris's useless witch power was a coincidence?

Should I really use my ways to find out? Or am I being blinded by the attraction I feel towards Nikita?

Am I hitting puberty or what? Lords! This is becoming a pain in my butt now.

Turning back to look at Fenris, I find him conversing with his mate mentally. Sighing a bit, I lean on the wall, letting them know that I am not going anywhere.

There is something bigger going on here. Nikita's birth is a mystery. However, I do not let Fenris know this. It might scare him or even lead him to doubt Nikita.

And one thing I am sure of is that Queen Eva was planning something when she died. What she left behind is a legacy and it's falling right in place. Xavier is no more. Xanthos is dead. Kestrel is dead.

Who's left?

A wolf.

He's hiding and Queen Eva must have seen him or sensed him that's why she gave the magic to her daughter Nikita and let the physical strength from King Lucian to Fenris. Fenris is a complete wolf, unlike his own daughter who's a part witch with a weak wolf.

While Nikita is a complete witch. And she doesn't have a wolf at all. It's as if she's a witch child through and through. She's a replica of Queen Eva. Queen Eva got her determination from King Lucian who was her mate but Nikita is their daughter.

The only thing that Nikita has received from her father is the determination to fight. Her aura speaks for itself. She'll make a formidable enemy. And I am sure that she knows who her enemy is and as of now, she must be plotting something against him.

She doesn't need a mate to anchor her, unlike all other witches. That means she's her own anchor.

Does that mean that this witch child doesn't have a mate?

Then why do I get all the mate like vibes from her?

"...Dominic?"

The next moment, someone pushes at my shoulder. Startled at the direction of my thoughts as well as the close proximity of someone, I pull myself back and look around while blinking once.

"What?" I meant it as a question but it comes out as a snarl while I feel my eyes turning red. Pushing the urge to let my fangs peek through my lips, I swallow the thirst and look at Fenris who's gauging my reaction. His shrewd eyes are on me, trying to uncover my beastly reaction.

He shouldn't know about the beast in me.

Yet the realization that I had just now has me on alert. It's becoming difficult to stay here and control my thirst.

This thirst that I feel, suddenly flowing through my veins. It's so similar to the last time yet so different. This time it is intense and it's fierce. As if waiting to be unleashed. It's aggressive and it was never aggressive before.

I fear the well-being of my friends.

"I think I should leave, Fenris," I whisper, but my fangs slip through making it a bit difficult to speak.

Sierra gasps and when I turn to look at her, she takes a step back. Fenris who's standing beside me now moves straight in front of me and looks at me in the eyes. I do not cower and let him see my eyes, finally allowing him to feel the change that's going inside my mind and body.

This might be the last time I see his concern for me.

After realizing the truth of Nikita's effect on me, I fear that Fenris will be blindsided by his love for his sister. He might not want to see me again.

But that's not what's bothering me.

I have to get out of here and find some answers at the earliest. Or else, Nikita might end up exacting her revenge but I might lose my second chance.

I am not even sure if second chances exist?

"Dominic!"

Fenris yells in my ear making me stumble.

"What the fuck?" I snarl while Fenris raises his hands in surrender.

"You are an open book. Get a hold of yourself. There's pain, happiness and insecurity all moving through you. What were you thinking?"

Fuck!

"I will talk later," I say and before Fenris could ask me anything, I run out of the house. The last thing that I notice while leaving the house is that Nikita is still awake.

She can't sleep!

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Walking through the forest, I make my way on the unknown land, not allowing myself to fear for my life. Earlier today, I spoke with Catrina as she was leaving with her mate and daughter. The child is finally happy.

She was a newborn cherub when I put her in the crib at St. Clair's doorstep. Never in my life did I think that the need to avenge my mate would cause problems in someone else's life.

My negligence caused Catrina to fall for Connor and then she lost her children. Had I been fulfilling my promise to Christine and paid proper attention to Catrina, the child would have never met Connor.

Alas!

Her fate's entwined with the Alpha. This time though, he will keep her happy. Or else he has Fenris, Cayden and me to push him into hell.

Catrina's tough though. The way she asked me about my mate and how easily I confessed to her about my mate, has me thinking if she has any hidden instincts. She may be dormant but there is a wolf in her, guiding her through her journey of being a Luna.

Shaking my head, a bit, I walk through the snow-covered ground in the search of a cave. The cave might just be the answer to my questions.

Looking around this place, somewhere beyond the Samara Pack, I try searching for the  Alpha Female's last living son.

Legends say that an alpha female is born when the preceding Alpha Female passes away. A female who has magic inside her body and the capacity to become the Queen of wolves by defeating the reigning King if she desires. She is said to be the direct descendant of the Moon Goddess, sent to make sure peace prevails.

However, this Alpha Female is also the most sought out female for her progeny would be a powerful wolf. It is said that an Alpha Female has only ever given birth to males. That's not true as Sierra is an Alpha Female and yet she has a daughter. 

But I am here to find the last Alpha Female's son.

This is the same Alpha Female who was raped in front of her mate by Xavier. Xavier forcefully impregnated her and the Alpha Female gave birth to a son, Xanthos, whom she cursed with the least powerful of her gifts.

The Alpha Female died that day and her mate also died after he cremated his mate's body. The world and Xavier didn't know that she had another son, elder than Xanthos whom she had hidden with a local tribe fearing that Xavier might kill her only son.

She had the power to grant a gift to her progeny and I want to know if Queen Eva had that gift too.

Who better person to ask instead of her son?

I do not know why and how I know all of this. Years of existence and the knowledge of every passer-by gossip is now coming at the forefront of my mind, escaping out as if making itself known and pushing me to discover the truth.

Some stories were told by my father too but I never listened properly, thinking that those are wolf stories. Why would I need to know the wolf legacies?

Ironic, isn't it!

Unable to resist the push of my beast, I have taken this path in the hopes of calming my beast and distracting him from not focusing on Nikita's delicious blood.

The wind's picking up, bringing in the scent of blood, a male's blood. Taking in a deep sniff, I take a few steps in the direction, not sure if it's a trap.

A few seconds pass by and the chirping of birds stop, alerting me to the presence of a predator.

"Show yourself," I whisper, giving away my position but I quickly sidestep anticipating the arrow that brushes past me. A few seconds pass by and the person realizes that he missed, making him a bit nervous.

"Who are you?"

It's the same man!

"I go by the name Dominic. My father told me the story of your Ma and Pa," I speak, highlighting my intentions.

The person in front of me who's still shrouded in the darkness, chuckles. "Ma and Pa were murdered 26 years ago. What are you doing here now?"

"I come to seek some answers about your Ma," I answer, hoping that this goes easy.

"You are a blood-sucker. The hell you come with good intentions," growls the man from the other side and the next moment, I sense an arrow. Barely missing the arrow, I walk a little closer to the man, letting him see that I am defenceless.

The closer and closer that I walk, I sense dread and rage. This man's angry with a blood-sucker. Not me.

How's a vampire connected to this man?

"Why are you scared of vampires?" I ask, hoping that I startle the man with my empath skills and extract some more emotions from him.

"Scared? More liked angry," he says making me stop in my tracks.

"What's your name?" I ask, feeling a bit on guard now.

"My Ma named me Sebastian. I am Sebastian Flinch, son of Sabrione and Jeremiah Flinch," he says and the name Flinch rings a bell.

"Flinch, isn't it, Sierra's mother's maiden name?" I think to myself and the man, Sebastian, frowns at the mention of Sierra.

"That little brat. Sierra Borris, daughter of Aden Flinch-Borris. My mother's niece. She is the reigning Alpha Female," he answers, confusing me.

"May I know more about the Alpha Female gene?" I ask.

"Alpha Female gene is passed from a female to the next female generation only. My mother didn't have a daughter hence, Sierra being her niece received that gene. That's why she was targeted along with being the King's mate," explains Sebastian while lowering his guard and his bow.

Considering that he's not going to kill me, I finally ask the question that's been bothering e ever since I met this guy.

"Sebastian, are you angry with all vampires?"

"I am enraged. I have been trying to find the vampire who led Xavier to the Alpha Female," explains Sebastian, his eyes glowing in the night, his wolf peeking at me through the human body.

The news is so unexpected that my surprise leaks out from my mind. However, he doesn't react. Relieved that he won't gauge my emotions, I breathe a little.

Does it mean that this war in the werewolf world was triggered by a vampire?

Not wanting to lose the direction of my thoughts, I quickly engage him in this conversation. 

"A vampire informed Xavier about your mother?" I ask, not really able to believe that a vampire triggered a war. 

Sebastian nods at me and then tilts his head as if trying to understand my motives. Keeping my mind clear and letting him observe me, I wait for his reaction. 

"My Ma and Pa knew that she will be targeted because of her heritage. My father belonged to the Samara Pack but he was not a dominant wolf. He was my Ma's anchor. Ma decided to leave the pack when it was attacked by a rogue in the hopes of getting to my Ma. Alpha Christopher agreed because the pack was more important. We were living in this forest for a few years when a rogue wolf entered this land. Pa killed him but that brought a few more. With them came a blood-sucker and he saw my Ma. He tried to kidnap my Ma but she fought him. Yet, the blood-sucker managed to escape. 

A few weeks passed by and then came Xavier, no doubt sent by that blood-sucker. Ma had asked a local tribesman to take me in exchange for some money. That's why I escaped but my parents died a cruel death."

Listening to this man speaking of his parent's death, I feel a hundred emotions flowing out of him and the paramount emotion is helplessness. He's hopeless because he can't do anything. 

He's a lone wolf. 

"Why don't you go back to Alpha Christopher. Alpha Aztec will definitely accept you back," I suggest knowing his answer very well. 

"I will avenge my parents first."

"Okay. Do you know who brought Xavier to your doorstep?" 

I do not know why I asked this question. I came here for a different motive yet, my mind works on its own, asking this question first. Sebastian's gaze narrows and his rage is clear on his face as he looks at me while answering.  

"Oman. The vampire's name was Oman. That's what Xavier called him," answers Sebastian and I try very hard to recall if I know anyone with that name.  

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