You Could Have Handled That Yourself

Dragana’s POV

Two dead bodies in the flowery meadow, a Lycan princess covered in blood of my enemies.. I stood frozen in the spot… Lady Jasmine, covered in blood, her eyes glowing looked majestic.. And scary. Yet, I was not afraid of her.. There was familiarity with this woman, her aura tangible to me. She was open to me and I felt safe with her. There was something abut her and I could not place it, but for now, I knew no harm would ever come to me with her around.. She felt familiar. “You could have handled that yourself Dragana”, her melodic voice reasoned.. “I have no wolf – I gave that up when I opted for a witch existence”, I said in small voice.. “Thank you for saving me..” I said tears slowly coming to my eyes, the full gravity of the situation finally hitting me... She snickered and wiped her mouth off, still bloody though.. “As I said, you could have handled them yourself.. You do not need anyone’s help, least of all mine..”.. Her eyes were exploring me with curiosity as she said that. Nobody ever spoke to me like that. Even Alpha Jonathan who always encouraged me and saw best in my failures, never spoke with such determination and conviction about my powers. “I think you perhaps have me mistaken for somebody else”, I retorted.. I knew my powers. They were limited at best.. Granted at times, I had breakthroughs, usually after my dreams of the white wolf.. Somehow, she became a symbol that heralded prophecies and my personal growth. “Dragana, you are a princess.. Princess of a very old line – do you understand that?”..

I nodded.. I heard stories of my lineage, my mother’s power. Somehow I never believed that this had anything to do with me, as none it was manifesting itself. Stories of old caves, Bogumils and mother’s line were all blurred by the fact that I could not even be correct in my predictions to Alpha King about his mate. As if she read my mind at that time, Lady Jasmine continued “I know what I am saying Dragana. Stories your mother told you are true. You are simply inexperienced, you had nobody to guide you, to train you. Plus you are not complete” she said..

“Complete how? What are you talking about??”.. “You are denying yourself the parts of you which make you whole, which make you more powerful” her voice was firm, but cautious.. “In the process, you are also denying yourself a mate and true happiness. Everyone knows witches draw biggest power from their emotions. And yours my dear, have been limited at best”, she retorted mind linking somebody..

Almost in an instant, Beta Art showed up with two warriors.. “Take the trash to the morgue Beta Artemis”, said Lady Jasmine in a commanding tone, leaving no room for discussion. “Do not dispose of them – we need evidence. They are elite bounty hunters”, she said commanding him “How do you know, I asked genuinely curious?”.. “Their markings are those of the clan loyal to Dark Lord Khor. Plus, the insignia woven into the magic which has made their tattoos, says they are elite mercenaries”, she explained..

Art’s face was unreadable, as he was staring in my direction... He was clearly disturbed and conflicted, this much I could tell.. I could also tell he wanted to come over and inspect me, hug me, hold me, but the presence of Lady Jasmine quelled all those desires. He was scared of her.. Seeing her in action earlier on, I did not blame him.. I have never seen a warrior like her. She was stealth, precise and ruthless. What is more, not a hair on her head was missing.. Ripped dress, blood of her enemies on her – she still looked gorgeous as ever.

“Beta???!!”, her voice now tense. “Need I repeat myself??”.she said now her arms crossed looking at him with power and curiosity. “Lady Jasmine”, he finally turned to her and bowed.. ”Make sure that neighboring packs are notified.. Make sure that everybody is on high alert.. We will be travelling through various territories tomorrow, and I have a feeling these are only first two.. And Beta.. Make sure Alpha King reports this to His Majesty, King Malakai.. I have informed my father, but the protocol must be followed”, she  continued to bark orders at him.

Giving me a quick glance and a tiny smile, he bowed again. “It will be done as you command Lady Jasmine.. May I ask, what of Dragana?”… “You may not ask and you may not question me!” she spat back, but as I know Dragana thinks highly of you and you have been kind to her,  all I am going to say is that she is safe with me.. I will take her to see Alpha Jonathan to say goodbye” she said extending her hand which I readily accepted. I waved a small goodbye to Art and decided to trust Jasmine..