Chapter 29

**Alexander POV**

Seeing the clearing large enough for Ryder and me to land and shift back, we started to lower down from the sky until we reached the ground and shifted back to our human forms.
Soon as we got dressed in our clothes, we walked through the forest that was near the little town that we came here to visit.
Finally, walking out a few minutes later, from the forest, we could see the little Redworth town.
The streets were busy with its villagers doing their daily routine stuff.
Ryder and I slowly walked through the center of the town, making everyone turn our way and look at us.
It was not something that I didn’t expect, after all, Ryder and I were complete strangers to them.
Looking around, trying to find the right house, I’ve spotted one building that looked burned down and ruined, walking closer to it, wondering what has happened to the building.
Ryder looked over at me feeling confused, just like me as to why of all buildings and houses, only this one was destroyed?
Ryder peeked his head through the opening in the wall, looking inside of the damaged place.
My foot nudged something on the ground, making me look down to see a small signboard that was dusty and almost fully black from the obvious fire.
Crunching down, I took the signboard in my hands, wiping some dirt off the letters that were barely visible under it, I could see the first letter of the sign, an R, making my heartbeat in my chest faster for a none apparent reason as I wiped off the rest of the dirt, revealing the rest of the sign that said Redw and under it was muse.
My eyes grew wide, realizing what I was seeing, what this ruined building was once.
“Fuck!” I cursed under my breath, making Ryder turn his head around and look at me in question.
“What’s wrong?” Ryder asked as I stared down at the broken sign.
He watched me confused as I rushed to one of the town folks, asking the male about the sign and the building.
“Excuse me, could you please tell me, is that building there, former Redworth museum?” I asked the surprised male that I caught in a rush, trying to find the needed answers.
The male looked at me then back towards the ruined building as he said, “Yes, it once was but got destroyed by a vicious creature.”
I looked at him, hearing his words, fearing that what I was about to ask will bring me the answer I wouldn’t like to hear. I asked the male, “Has the museum been moved to another location? What about the items in it, what happened to them?”
The male shook his head as he said, “No, there is no more of Redworth museum. Everything got destroyed by the monster and the fire that he set upon the building…” 
‘Fuck,’ I said silently more to myself, feeling destroyed as my only idea, my only hope to use and go bring my mate, Nerissa, out from that dark world, but now having no idea where to find the item to be able to access inside the Fae world as long it would take me to just hunt down some Fae and use to enter through those damn gates.
Exhaling frustrated, I was about to thank the male and go share the news with Ryder when the male stopped me, saying, “The creature, that monster, he took a few items with himself but I cannot say what he took as I don’t know, only that I know is that the owner of the museum said that those were the most valuable once that he had in his possession.”
In a second, my eyes locked down on the male, asking him, “Where can I find the owner? I really need to speak with him.”
The male turned around, looking over the villagers when finally he pointed at a man, sitting on a bench and reading a book, “There he is, Mr. Stevens.”
“Thank you,” I said to the male and walked towards Mr. Stevens.
“Excuse me,” I called out to him the moment I came close enough, making him look my way from his reading.
“Yes?” he asked, looking me over with his eyes, trying to determine if I am a threat to him or not.
I couldn’t blame the man for being cautious, so I showed him his sign and asked him, “Are you the owner of Redworth museum?”
His eyes grew sad the moment he recognized the sign as he answered me, “Once I was.” Clearing his throat that was clogged by his emotions, he closed his book and looked over me asking, “How may I help you?”
“I am sorry to hear about your museum, but could you please tell me what happened to it?” I asked him, hoping he was willing to talk about it.
Mr. Stevens took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment, and in the next moment as his eyes opened, he started to speak, “It was evening and I was just about to close up since the weather outside was getting worse because of approaching stormy clouds. Everyone was already safe in their homes and as I took my coat and turned off the lights, the front door slammed open and a horrible loud growling followed.”
I patiently waited for him to tell me something more and thankfully he didn’t disappoint as he continued, “I rushed towards the front to see what was going on, and I saw broken glass from the front door, laying down on the floor when suddenly two really strong hands grabbed me as their talons dig into my flesh. I tried to fight back but I couldn’t and the moment I was face to face with the creature, I froze.”
“Those two horrible two yellow eyes, snake-like pupils, and teeth sharp as razors were staring straight at me and I couldn’t move. He was about to kill me as he raised his talons up to my throat, but then the weird things happened. His ears twitched, and he started to sniff the air. He pushed me away, making me collide into the wall as he went to the back room and I could hear ruckus going inside there. Oh, Goddess, there were the valuable items, items I was trusted to keep.” He said, holding onto his head with both of his hands.
I walked forward, sitting down next to the man, feeling sorry for him.
He looked up at me, with unshed tears in his eyes as he continued on talking, “He walked outside the back room, carrying those items, items I never displayed out as it was not mine to do. I told him to put them down, but he just laughed at my words, and dear Goddess, what an awful sound that was. Like two chainsaws trying to cut through the Iron. Anyway, he said to me before he walked out with items, he said, “You should thank the stars because I left you alive… well, maybe.” And then he laughed and shifted into his Wayern, and set my museum on fire.”
I froze hearing his story.
Wayern… that was impossible. 
If that was even true then…
“Are you sure it was Wayern?” I looked down into the eyes of Mr. Stevens.
“I am.” He said barely above the whisper.
‘Fuck…’ I silently said to myself.
I looked again at the older man, asking him, “Could you tell me what items did the Wayern took and what was so special about them?”
His shoulders slumped down as he breathed in deeply, “I guess there is no use in hiding them anymore, especially now as they are with that monster. No one in their right mind would go there and try to get the items back, so I don’t see why not just let it out. He only took a few items. One was the book of ancient spells, and a ring with a red stone in it and a bracelet that comes from a dark magic world.”
The last item took my interest, making me speak out as I asked him, “What dark magic world do you mean exactly?”
The older man slowly took a sad breath out as he said, “A Dark Fae World.”

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