226 - Through The Darkness
The babies reached for Zezi.
A simple touch that diverted her attention.
Before Valerick could react, she had yanked them out of his grip and sped out of the room.
He shook his head, anger kindling in him, as he blinked as if his vision was blurring.
His father had taken his bats, they were in danger, he had to save them!
He went right after Zezi, the bloodoath guiding his instinct.
He would find his father, and he would kill him once and for all.
Zezi’s mind was blank. No memories strayed in her mind, no knowledge seduced her with its presence. All she knew was that she was being hunted, and to the one who was hunting her, the little bats were important. His strength, despite her power, felt superior. She felt a connection to him that she couldn’t explain.
He was close!
She had to lose him. So she did by going to that one place he wouldn’t expect her to go to, although she felt that he could sense her no matter where she went.
Who was he? Who were they all? What was this place?
She had to kill them. She had to survive. She didn’t know the answer to most of her questions, but she was certain that they wanted to kill her. After all, those who had been there when she had woken up wanted her life.
The situation was very plain for all to see.
Finally, she stopped, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her. She slipped slowly to the floor, her body curved as she hid. The bats were in her arms, resting on her thighs so that they were facing her.
She stared at them, at their smile, calmness, and their babyish babbling.
They were happy.
It was a contrary emotion to the one that was threatening to drown her. They seemed at peace. She reached to touch their face, and they grabbed onto a pinky each, the grip tight.
Memories flashed in her mind.
That touch.
That voice.
She had felt the warm, soft touch against her cheeks before she had woken up.
Memories flooded her mind, and her lips trembled with the word “mine” as her eyes returned to the blue color of her wolf’s, and the darkness she had been wielding around them dissipated immediately.
The moment was killed before it was even born.
Valerick snatched the bats from her and tossed her across the room, she slammed her back against the wall, leaving it to crash to debris on impact. In a flash, he was in front of her, both bats in one hand while the other was around her neck in a tight grip.
His father was all he could see.
He tried to use his powers of weaving darkness against him but it didn’t work. Of course, that had been part of the things that had killed his father. Of course he would find a way around it.
His grip around his neck tightened. “You killed her! You destroyed everything! This is the end for you, ‘father’.”
But something about this was strange.
His father smiled at him. His father did not fight him. Instead, his father’s hand slipped over his and said his name.
His father would never do those things.
His father saw him as an instrument.
“Your bloodoath demands it!” The voice in his mind commanded once again and he shook his head, the sight before him shifting.
“Valerick,” the gentle voice in his mind called him.
His father would never do that. In fact, it was impossible for his father to do that!
There was only one person that could do that. Only one person that meant so much to him, who still had a pulse and whose heart could still beat.
His mind flashed to Zezi’s moment of death, the stake he had pulled out from her chest, and the way her heart had stilled.
Was this all a manipulation from his father, knowing how important Zezi was to him?
If it was his father, then the oath must be done. If it was not then the oath had no power on him.
But his mind was so confused, and the power of the oath was beginning to fluctuate.
“Who are you?” He asked, his voice conveying his frustration. It was probably something he should have hidden, and he did try, only that he had failed.
It was too much for him.
“I am the one who came back for my love whose name was written in the stars, for my pups whom I have dreamt of my whole life of having. I am the one who came back for my family. I am your heartbeat, your mate, the mother of your bats, your Zezi.”
His gaze zeroed in on her, and his grip around her neck loosened immediately.
Those eyes, he would know them anywhere.
She was the only one who could look at him like that.
Who could look at him with so much love and no judgment?
His vision blurred and when he blinked again, he could see her. “Zezi, My love.”
He pressed his lips against hers, their pups between them, and her hands going around them. When they pulled apart, they smiled at each other and at their pups, like they just couldn’t get enough of the moment; like they were scared that this was a dream that they could wake up any moment from, like they were terrified that if they didn’t use this moment as best as they could, it would be stolen from them.
They ignored the bodies of the lords that had attacked Zezi and now littered the floor of the room, their blood that was smeared everywhere, including Zezi’s face, and everything that signified the chaos that had happened here.
None of that mattered. All that mattered was that they were together now, happy and alive.
They were a family. One that found one another through the darkness.
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