Chapter 106

\*\*DUNCAN'S POV\*\*



It had been a month since the party at the brown wolf pack, and I had to admit, it had been a welcome reprieve from the drama that usually seemed to go on around here.



As I pushed the door to my study open, my mind began to wander to the events of the past month. It had been quiet, almost too quiet for my liking. 



Since it was discovered that the witches were coming back, everything around here has changed. Our mental alertness is inclusive.



Something was definitely brewing, and I'm certain whatever that was, it would disrupt the peace and tranquility that we've gotten accustomed to this past month.



I pushed the thoughts aside, and focused on studying the pile of books before me.



I'm usually not interested in books, or history, or any kind of activity that involves flipping through pages of any kind, but Jeremy wouldn't want to hear that.



He'd sent for Lycan, my personal guard, and stuffed all these books in his face, insisting I read all of them.



Ordinarily, I wouldn't bother to read them, but for some reason I've found myself attracted to books. 



Seems to me like there's some force dragging me closer to the books.



As I delved deeper into the books, I found myself becoming increasingly engrossed in the stories and legends that they contained. 



I had always thought of myself as a practical Alpha, not one for unnecessary fantasy and superstition. 



But as I read on, I began to realize that there was more to these stories than met the eye.



The ancient magic that ancient werewolves possessed was also included.



So what had happened to all of it?



As I delved deeper, I stumbled upon a passage that caused my heart to skip a beat. 



The words on the page seemed really familiar, as they leaped out at me, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.



...The ritual of the Emerald Wolf and Moon Emerald wolf..., a ceremony so dark and twisted that it was thought to be mere myth. But the truth is far more sinister than it appears. The ritual will come to pass, and it will be performed by the witches in the ancient coven, leaving all he'll lose...



I suddenly felt drawn to the passage.



I didn't have the slightest idea what the words meant, but I couldn't let them slide. 



Where had I heard it before? 



It doesn't seem alien to my thoughts, and that only means I've either seen it before, heard of it, or been there before.



And then....just like the opening of a floodgate, memories came rushing back...memories I had thought were long buried and far away from my mind. 



That dark, cold and stormy night, blood, fire and wind...some ritual had gone sinfully wrong, and all who caused it must pay for it...



I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead as I realized what was going on…although questions still lingered.



How can't I remember everything? I could only get snippets and sneak peeks into the past.



No real stories, or major connections, just memories.



As I sat there, trying to make sense out of the disjointed memories flooding my mind, I felt a strange sensation wash over me. It was as if I was being pulled back into the past, relieving the events of that fateful night.



I saw flashes of candles flickering in the wind, hooded and masked figures around a makeshift altar, and I...at the center of it with a smirk.



I could hear screams from around me, but where it came from I couldn't point out. The images were rather disjointed and unclear, but they filled me with a deep sense of forebrooding and familiarity.



What had really happened that night? And why was I just remembering it now?



The book seemed to trigger something sinful in me.



I was only born a hundred and fifty years ago, and no part of my memory was wiped, so where exactly is this particular one from?



'It's either her, or no one else.' I heard a loud yell from a distance, and like that, I snapped back to reality, now conscious of my surroundings.



What was that?



The major evil haunting my memories has nothing to do with any ritual. It's the innocent blood of someone I should have respected and cherished, that wouldn't let me breathe.



Does it have anything to do with that?



I ruffled my hair in frustration when no response was forthcoming.



I tried to focus on the book again, but my mind kept wandering back to the memories that had resurfaced. 



Suddenly, I heard footsteps from outside. They were light and cautious, as if the person was trying not to be heard.



As my instincts heightened, a soft knock sounded on the door, followed by Lycan's presence.



"Greetings Alpha." He bowed "The seer, Sheba, is here to see you."



"Sheba?" I repeated.



What did she want? And why now, when I was already struggling to make sense of the memories, she'd bring up some ancient curse and prophecy, and just whatever.



Knowing I had no choice but to see her, I nodded curtly at Lycan. "Send her in."



Lycan bowed and stepped aside, allowing Sheba to enter. She glided into the room, her eyes fixed on me with the usual mocking glare.



"Duncan" she called, her voice low and calculated. "It's been a while."



The problem with her is that she never respects me. 



"It's Alpha Duncan, Sheba. How many times do I have to respond to you?"



She rolled her eyes, before sitting comfortably on the visitors' couch, directly opposite me. "You're not my Alpha, the earlier you know that, the better for us all."



I huffed, knowing she'd never change. "What is it you want? Why are you here?"



Sheba smiled, showing off almost all her teeth... A smile I consider annoying. "I'm here to help you Duncan."



Whatever makes her think she can help me.



She's not been anywhere around here this past month, and although I was slightly bothered, I can't deny having the best time. 



Now she's here and bluffing about wanting to help me...whatever she thinks she is.



"You can't help me Sheba...just say whatever brought you here, and leave." I muttered, clenching my fists.



For some reason, the mere sight of her pissing me off.



"Accept your mate Duncan...I wonder why you don't want to make things easy for yourself." She spat.



"What Mate?" I asked with a slightly raised brow. "I was clear when I said I wasn't interested in getting a Mate, so what Mate are you referring to?."



"You know exactly what I'm talking about." She muttered. "You both need each other, stop being dumb and do the right thing...let Arielle go."



She must be joking...



No matter what happens, there's no way I'm letting Arielle go, not even the Almighty can make me.



"A certain person took this lane...and he's living the most cruel life there is, with no hope of death." She replied, her gaze growing distant.



Well…that's none of my business.



"The prophecy has to come to pass." She said again, "and if you don't do the right thing, I'm afraid..."



"Will the universe come to an end? The Moon Goddess die of a heart attack? What! Oh Sheba, what are you afraid of?" I cut her off, with sarcasm dripping from my voice.



She got on her feet, infuriated. "Duncan, you will speak of the Moon Goddess in no such manner"



I raised an eyebrow, amused by her outburst. "Or what Sheba?" I asked not to let the sarcasm go off my voice. "You'll place another curse on me? Turn me into a toad?"



Sheba's eyes flashed with anger, and the next minute she waved at me with her hand, and a strong force pushed me back.



How dare she? How dare an ordinary seer try to use her powers on the Supreme Alpha Of all the Black wolves in the universe? Of



I stumbled backwards, my eyes blazing with anger.



"You dare use your power on me?" I growled. My voice is low and menacing.



Her expression turned slightly apologetic, but as usual she still tried to justify her action. 



"I'm just trying to help you, Duncan," she whispered.



I laughed, a cold and mirthless sound.



"Help me? So you call using your powers an Alpha, not just any ordinary Alpha, a Supreme Alpha...help?" 



I expected her to fall on her face, in apology or something sincere, but she still stood, staring me in the eyes. 



"Just wow.."



"You are hereby banned from my mansion, Sheba...until further notice" I suddenly said, and I could see the shock in her eyes, but who cares? 



That should teach her some manners...