Chapter 29

Jasmine's Point Of View

That foolish stupid brat still hasn't returned yet. I growled in fury. I had exhausted the last straw of control and patience I thought I had. Still no word from that fucking brat, and worse, I hadn't heard anything from Emily yet.

When I had informed her of the brat's disappearance, she was raging mad. Well, that made two of us. She had gone searching for Cirilla with her fucking witches but so far, there hasn't been news yet. I'm guessing they haven't had luck finding her.

This was all Emily's fault we couldn't find her yet. Who knew the all-powerful spell she placed on Cirilla to make her untraceable would come back and bite us? Emily couldn't find her through magic. And the spell couldn't be broken easily as that stupid Emily came up with the not-so-brilliant idea of using the brat's magic to bind her powers to my life and now, we can't track her and she can only truly be free of I die which by the way, was never going to happen, not until I get my revenge.

Emily had been told by her witch friends who were searching for Cirilla about her possible location but it was outside Oregon. Could that bitch have gone that far? I couldn't wait till we found her and when we did, there's no way Cirilla Bane was ever roaming free.

*****

Cirilla's Point Of View

I rushed out into the cold night, sucking enough air into my lungs. I pulled my hands up and they were vibrating without control. I felt a painful surge within. It started from the flowery mark at my back, sending a burning sensation through my body, infesting my bones, forcing me down on my knees, while I released a scream from the pain I was feeling.

It was killing me. I felt the rumble of the earth beneath me. As I pressed deeper into it, the bright street light that lit the alley of the bar began to flicker and the pain didn't stop.

'What's happening to me?' I choked in pain, my chest felt too tight to breathe.

I could feel the presence inside my mind, but it was silent.

For a second, I thought I would die, but abruptly, the backdoor to the bar jerked open, and suddenly, everything stopped. The burning sensation, the rumbling of the earth, the flickering lights, and my screams. They all stopped.

"Cirilla," I heard Jaxon's voice in a panic, and with a few steps, he was next to me, helping me up from the ground. "What happened? Are you alright?"

My breathing was rough. I pulled away from him, somehow his mere touch made my skin burn. Confusion gilded me a step back again, as my eyes glanced from the earth to the streetlight that was shining brightly. I couldn't have imagined it all or could I?

"Cirilla?"

Before Miles strode closer, I retreated. "I…

I need to go?" I turned to my heels, going in the opposite direction to the bar, but he stopped me.

"I can't let you go. Asher will be here in a minute,"

The anger in my blood burned harder, my vision went red. I could hear the loud echo of every fucking sound in my ears. Miles fucking heart beating, the blasting music, the lazy chattering from the customers, even the sound of traffic cars echoed in my ears.

"Cirilla!" Miles' sharp words made my mind explode and my vision went red and I couldn't see anything, I couldn't hear anything, it was as if someone or something else had the reigns of my consciousness.

I only heard the sound of my voice saying, "Stay back, and don't fucking follow me!" The words held a force that couldn't be recognized.

'What the fuck was happening?' My words echoed in my mind, and for the first time I wished the voice in my head could respond, but it didn't.

I could only make out the rush of rage infesting my mind, and a deep craving for blood gripped me, and somehow, deep down I knew who the first victim would be.

The person responsible for the wrong in my life, and her blood would be the freedom I needed. I felt it deep in my blood, even as I fell to sleep. I just knew it.

*****

Asher's Point Of View

"Alpha Asher, what do we do? This is far worse than I imagined," I heard the slow blur of Joe's words reach only the shell of my ears.

"Since it's regarding demons, the demon overlord should know what's going on," I heard from agent Stiles, a werewolf as well.

"Uncle Damon?" Wren's stone-cold voice blended smoothly into the night. "That's just—" He paused, and I could feel his stare on me. All their stares.

I had barely muttered a word since we stepped out of the warehouse where we tracked the abducted humans too. It was empty by the time we got there. They were all gone. Both the demons and the humans that had been abducted.

I felt the churn within me. I couldn't concentrate.

Wren's voice sounded. "Asher—"

I turned around to the trio. "Sorry, I have to leave now. We'll finish this up at the pack,"

"What happened?" Wren spoke quickly, his quick footfalls at the tail of my speed.

"I don't know. But I feel unsettled. Ryker feels it too. I have to find my mate," I blurted out without even sparing him a glance before I took off at full speed.

Yes, for the last few hours, Ryker and I have been distracted. It was like a strange feeling itching and prickling at my soul. Something was wrong and it had to do with Cirilla.

My fear only intensified. I was right outside the borders of Beaverton town, it'll take almost fifteen minutes to get to her if I run. I didn't have that kind of time.

"Miles, how's Cirilla?" I called the bar manager. Trish informed me she left for her part-time job earlier today, although I had wished she still had some rest.

I sighed, regretting why I didn't send someone to keep an eye on her, discreetly of course. If Cirilla found out, damn, she would murder me. But I should have anyway.

The news about the new Black Blood Alpha finding his mate had gone far. My fear has become more intense and it's justifiable. I don't just have to worry about finding a way to get rid of Azalea from my life permanently, I also have to keep Ci. safe from enemies who would likely go for her to get to me. That's the thing about being an alpha, sometimes you get to inherit enemies too.

"Do you need more minutes Miles to answer me?" Ryker growled. Irritation edged his beastly voice.

"She isn't here, Alpha," He spoke quickly, causing Ryker to plant his large paws into the ground to pause. "She left a few minutes ago," Miles added, "Something was wrong with her. I don't think she's feeling well," His voice was almost shaky. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was terrified. Was he?

"Follow her and find her!" I growled, unleashing my Alpha aura. It was an order from both my wolf and I.

I heard him whimper. "I- I can't," Miles stuttered.

I was taken aback for a second by Miles' words. "Excuse me," I had just given him an Alpha order as his Alpha and that bloody bastard—

"I'm sorry, I can't," Miles rushed again, and I could feel his trembling bones. He was terrified. Definitely not the Miles I know.

"Speak Miles,"

"I wanted to follow her but I can't, Asher. I swear I can't. She ordered me not to," Before I could question him, he added. "The Luna,"

"Cirilla?"

He mumbled some words that meant yes.

"What the fuck are you saying?" That was impossible. Cirilla wasn't yet my Luna, and she couldn't have— Then I felt it again. That churn in my soul, burning me, filling me with something almost powerful and dangerous. Rage. I felt it, but it wasn't mine.

"We need to find a mate," Ryker took off into town. After half a minute of running, I reached the alley of Miles Bar. I shifted back to human and got dressed. I could smell her scent. It had almost faded from the night air, but Ryker could still make it out. It was thick and strange. Dangerously strange.

I sped off using my nonhuman speed, trailing her scent. It was getting stronger as I went on. Where was she going?

It took me a quarter second to realize I was a few blocks from Cirilla's house. She was heading home.

Fuck!

I groaned as the strange feeling in my chest intensified. She was close. I took the dark alley, tailing her, abruptly forcing myself to a stop as soon as I laid my eyes on her.

She was walking ahead at a distance. I was about to step out from the darkness when I noticed three seemingly homeless drunks behind her, stalking her.

I rolled my eyes, now feeling my rage. I followed them, walking closely behind them, unnoticed.

One grabbed her wrist suddenly, turning her around. Before I could take a step forward, she held him by the throat, lifting him a few inches above the ground, tossing him aside like he fucking weighed nothing.

What the actual fuck!