Chapter 2

• Ares
• "Prince Ares, you cannot come out of bed. You are too weak." Madame Lucia protested while putting me on the soft mattress.
• I glared at her in defiance as much as I could. "Lucia, tonight is the full moon. What remains of my wolf is seeking to emerge. My wolf is restless. Please, Lucia. I need to feel the earth one last time before I die."
• Her azure eyes narrowed with pity. "Nonsense! You will not die! King Zachary and Queen Isabela are seeking a cure for you."
• My face was saddened. I was on the brink of death... I could feel the burn of the sickness crawling through my entire body, plaguing me. I was certain they could smell it too. Wolf's senses were heightened. Death clung to my room with a putrid scent.
• It was not long until my soul would rest beneath the earth. I just wanted one last time to feel the dirt and leaves beneath my bare feet. All I wanted was to feel the world…
• Lucia sighed, squeezing my hands. "I heard a white witch is creating a healing potion for you. If it is who I think, then you have nothing to worry about for she is the best witch in the world."
• I clenched my eyes tight and a shooting pain sliced through my abdomen. "I do not want to talk about this anymore, Lucia. I want to be left alone." I grumbled with a pained gasp.
• Beaded sweat coated my skin, Lucia dabbed it with a cloth, her face pinched in worry. "Are you alright with staying by yourself?"
• "I'm fine Lucia, I'm not dying yet." I joked with a faint smile though it did not reach my eyes. She did not comment on my blatant lie.
• "Do you need anything? Perhaps something to eat to regain your strength?" She asked hopefully, brushing the hair on my forehead. Lucia had been caring for me since I was a wee babe. It was cruel to make her see me die as well.
• I nodded, coughing. "Aye, I would love it if you made that special mushroom soup."
• Her brows furrowed before she nodded hard. I knew why she hesitated to make the soup. It took at the very least an entire hour to be cooked properly.
• And this was exactly why I opted to make her cook it. An hour would be enough for me to escape this coffin-like room that mocked me of my incoming death.
• Zefer
• "The toxin you have been giving Ares is working. The child is growing weaker each day. It is now time when he drops dead." I smirked, running my hands through a silky mass of dark hair.
• Mericel looked at me through thick lashes, her dark eyes swirling with wickedness. Her dark hair sprawled against my bare sweaty chest.
• We had only just finished our lovemaking and I wanted more. This woman was about to give me everything I have ever wanted.
• The crown.
• "Not so fast, my sweet." She whispered, looking at my chest as she traced my skin. Her lashes fluttered as she looked at me beneath them. "My crows have informed me of a little detour on our plans. Your brother Zachary and Isabela are seeking a cure."
• Rage filled my form. Of course they would, that little brat was to be the next king.
• But the crown is mine. A growl rumbles in my chest, my wolf ready to emerge.
• Mericel smirked, her red-tainted lips splitting to reveal white teeth. "Now calm down. Do you forget who I am? My dark magic is not easily cured. "
• My wolf eased but I was still not fully relaxed.
• She sighed and sat up, the sheet falling and revealing her bare breast. She was beautiful but she was only here to appease my lust and wants.
• "But I am afraid that they have gone to one of the witches in my coven. This one is fairly powerful with knowledge of healing potions. She is the best, Ester. I am certain she will find a way to cure the boy. It is only time until she finds out that the dark magic is mine."
• I narrowed my eyes in anger. "What is it you suggest we do?"
• Her lips curled into a cruel smile. "We must kill her and her mate. If we do not kill him, he will not rest until he hunts us down. Beta Michael is your brother's ally, he will give Zachary his word of what has happened if we do not take care of Beta Michael first."
• At this moment, a sudden push was felt through my mind-link to the pack. A powerful presence.
• Zachary.
• My eyes turned foggy as I awaited what that bastard would want to say.
• Zefer, you are needed atonce. The vampires have breached our territory. They are out for blood.
• Zachary, I will come to you when I am done. I am simply looking for more of that tonic for little Ares.
• Alright brother, please hasten.
• The mind-link cut off and my vision was clear again. Mericel looked at me with a knowing look. "Zachary?"
• I nodded, pulling her naked flesh to me. "Aye. The vampires have breached the territory. He could die for all I care, this way he wouldn't die by my hand." I smirked and rolled her beneath me to have my wicked way with her.
• The vampires should slaughter them all.
• After a while.
• Blood smeared beneath my feet as I ambled through the woods. Ah, the stench of vampires. From what I could smell, there were more dead vampires than werewolves.
• The war must be over. There weren't any signs or sounds of fighting. My naked body entered the castle and a frantic maid tossed a dark silk robe at my hands. Her cheeks were crimson as she darted away from me.
• Women. They act all innocent but are nothing but whores.
• I did not care that I was naked, I had only just shifted back to my human form. But I knew Zachary would have my head if he saw me prancing around naked. His mate would not resist. I smirked.
• I threw the robe around my shoulders and secured it around my huge powerful form. I had made sure to wash myself off the scent of a witch. Dark witches tend to carry a scent of death around them.
• "You. Where is my brother?" I questioned one of the maids. They were all werewolves, low ranking and not to be taken seriously. Whores. They were only good for when I needed a bitch to submit in bed.
• Her wide-doe eyes darted away from me in what I presume was nerves. "Lord Zefer." She bowed her head and tilted it aside to show submission. "King Zachary is in the dungeon with one of the vampires."
• I nodded and sauntered over to the towering oak wooden doors. If the bitch had taken too long in answering me, I would have opted to sink my claws into her pretty neck and tear it apart. I detested waiting.
• "You are late," Zachary growled, his blue eyes turning red.
• Your wolf was angry. Calm down,you fucking pup. Of course, I refrained from saying this out loud. I rolled my eyes sauntering over to Zachary.
• The rancid vampire seated on the chair, bounded by chains. "Relax brother, you did fairly well without me. Did you not?" I asked sarcastically.
• His eyes shifted back to their original color, blue. "This is true, but I would have wanted you to fight alongside us. Several wolves are dead."
• I resisted the urge to lash out my annoyance. Fight alongside him? I would rather cut off my throat. He was not fit to be my king.
• "I know, brother, I was simply looking for more tonic for Ares. I could not see him suffer another day." I lied through my teeth. Aye, I did find a tonic, but it is not for healing.
• Mericel had used some of her dark magic to cloak the scent of poison. So even with our strongest sense of smell, we would not notice the bitter scent of toxins.
• "I do not worry anymore. Isabela and I have found a white witch to cure him of this disease. Ester. She is Beta Michael's mate." He responded. "I should have asked her sooner, if only I had known the sickness would have gotten worse.
• I felt the dull pressure of my canines forcing out. I turned away from him, my eyes flashing in vexation. "Brother, we do not compromise with a witch. We cannot trust that she will cure him."
• I proceeded to the table with different tools for torture. I would force my temper out on that putrid vampire. My large hands circled around the handle of the knife, careful not to touch the silver.
• "Aye, what you say is true but Isabela trusts the witch and I trust Michael. He has not failed me once." Zachary declared.
• My wolf wanted to lash out and kill him. I was tired of hearing his idiocy. This was why he was not fit to rule. He made the pack weak, just like him and his damn son.
• The vampire spat out blood, waking up from his little nap. He should rather have stayed in his slumber for what awaited him was pure torture. He would very much wish for a quick death soon.
• "Very well, brother, I wish for the witch to find the cure for him soon. Ares deserves it." I uttered, walking up to the vampire.
• Yes, Ares deserves death. He will die when the moon reaches its peak in two days.