My Cursed Mate

The man did not speak and only stared at the both of them before he slightly lifted his face to look at the moon that was giving off a silver glow. “He is the person you’ve been looking for.” With those last words the man disappeared together with the eerie atmosphere.

Velos appeared in his room in the ORDER’s palace which was located in a place far from the reach of humans and werewolves. It was a place that the sun’s rays cannot reach, a place of eternal darkness and he has been there since he could remember.

In the room, a man was waiting for him. He was not surprised at all as he took a seat on his bed. The man remained standing in the darkness as he watched Velos. His blood red eyes did not blink even for a second.

“You’ve been out for quite some time.” He commented after a minute of silence. His gaze brushed through Velos’s being.

“You already know where I went,” Velos answered. He was well aware that all of his movements were being watched.

“You’ve showed yourself to them. Aren’t you afraid of your punishment?” The question came but Velos didn’t care.

“I have been punished all my life, how can I be afraid of more punishments?” Velos shrugged his shoulders and laid on his bed.

The man in the dark laughed. “That will be the last time that you’ll ever leave this place. Remember who you serve and don’t get any idea that you will be able to escape from me.”

Velos did not speak and just waited for the man to leave. A few seconds later a fizzling in the air filled the room and disappeared. When he sat down again, Velos no longer saw the man. He could also feel the changes in his room.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Becoming a part of the ORDER was never his intension and yet he was still fated to become one. Ever since he could remember, he had been used by the organization to predict what their future and seize power but he could do nothing to stop them. Often times, he desired power that could free him from the shackles of his ability but it was all his wishful thinking. No one will be able to save him from his own hell.

After the incident with the mysterious man, Vega and Kazandra returned to Cerulean. They intended to meet with the Saint once again and consult with her. After setting up a meeting, they were permitted to meet her.

Abella’s home was on the peak of a mountain far from the center of Cerulean. The place was heavily guarded and no one was allowed to enter unless they have permission to. Kazandra and Vega arrived at the entrance of the mountain with Reiga waiting for them. These days he had been staying with the Saint and accompanying her.

“You should keep an eye on Empire, humans are easily deceived and they believe whatever is presented to them. The ORDER might use this to attack you and Cerulean.” Reiga advised as they walked through the narrow and stony path that leads to the Saint’s home.

“I’ve assigned Evos to take care of the company. He knows what to do,” Vega replied.

The mountain path was not easy to walk. Vega couldn’t also transform as it was one of the rules before entering the mountain. No wolves were allowed to show their wolf form in the mountain and must walk if they wanted to mee the Saint. He heard stories that wolves who tried to trick the Saint by concealing their presence and transforming into their wolf form were all kicked out and punished.

Vega looked at Kazandra who was walking by his side and couldn’t help but worry. She was human and humans could get easily tired especially because they were hiking towards the peak of the mountain.

Kazandra felt the gaze on her and she met her mate’s gaze. “I’m fine. Although I am human, I’m not an ordinary one. I don’t get easily tired.”

It took them almost three hours before they reached the peak where a simple wooden house was made. Reiga guided them inside and settled them on the house’s living room. Everything inside the house was made of wood and bamboo. The natural light from the sun was the main illumination that brightens the house.

Abella came with a smile gracing her child-like face. She sat down on the empty seat in front of them. She took a quick glance before she offered them tea which the two gladly accepted.

“You came here because of Velos,” she started. She casually took a sip of her tea and gracefully returned it to the table.

“Velos, is that his name?” Kazandra asked as she wasn’t entirely sure if she got it correct.

Abella nodded. “He is part of the ORDER.”

Vega and Kazandra froze. “Is that the reason why I couldn’t detect any scent from him?” Vega asked as he remembered how the man appeared before them without him noticing. He came as fast as he disappeared after saying those words to them.

“Just like me, he is born with the power to peek through the future. During the war, his power isn’t fully developed yet but he still managed to predict some of your tactics during that time. He was mainly the reason why you almost lost on that war.”

A sad smile appeared on the Saint’s face at the memory of that young child. It happened so long ago and yet she could still remember how that child begged to be freed and yet she couldn’t do anything to help him. She was also helpless.

“If he is working for the ORDER, why did he come to warn us?” Vega became even more curious.

“People like us are only born once in a thousand years and when one is born, powers would kill just to get their hands on us. I was lucky to have been found by the founder of Crimson and yet that child had fallen into the hands of the ORDER. I saw him once in a dream and it broke my heart that I wasn’t able to save him. He is not someone evil but someone who was forced by the evil that hold the chains binding him.”

Abella looked at the both of them and they both understood what she meant. “Can’t he escape? Is there a way to save him?” Kazandra wanted to know. To be in the hands of the ORDER meant that he won’t have a normal life.

“The only way to help him is to defeat the ORDER and if he came to the both of you with a warning, it only means that the one behind that organization is on the move.”

This answer made the two of them more determined to destroy the ORDER and let them pay for what they did. They can’t let the ORDER go on any longer.

“That must have been his last cry for help.”