Chapter 191
Gina stayed in the woods for almost two weeks when she spotted a wolf. She stalked the wolf for almost an hour before she pounced and sunk her teeth into it. As she was drinking its blood, disturbing images started to flash in her mind; images of humans shifting into wolves and visa versa, ‘It’s him,’ she realized she was drinking from the guy that did that funny ritual thing with her.
Gina stopped drinking and the wolf shifted into his human form, “How is it that you can even drink from a lycan?”
“I don’t know! You are a lycan?” Gina asked shocked.
“What? You have never heard of a lycan, yet you are a vampire?” the guy with ginger hair and blue eyes said with a shocked and nervous laugh.
Gina’s eyes ran over his well build naked body and when they fell on his manhood, she looked away quickly, “What did you do to me?”
“What do you mean? You are the one that just drank my blood,” he accused, trying to cover himself.
“Yesterday, we played that game,” Gina reminded him.
“That was not a game and it sure as hell did not turn you into a vampire,” he explained.
“What is your name again?” Gina wondered.
“Mano,” Prince Mano said, having no memory of his former life as the enchantress took it from him right before a shaman rescued him. The shaman has been on the run with the wolf he saved, not knowing much about the higher council, for a month now.
“I am Gina,” she reminded him of her name.
“I remember,” Prince Mano said with a frown.
“What?” Gina asked, looking at his frown.
“As far as I know; vampires can not be out in the sun unless you are a hybrid,” Mano explained.
“Hybrid?” Gina asked, confused.
“Come, I will take you to my friend, he is a shaman and knows more about this world than I do,” Prince Mano said.
“You have a sjaman as a friend, and he can tell us about hybrids? This sounds all very confusing as if I went to bed and woke up in another world after you did that funny ritual thing with me,” Gina said, following him.
“My shaman friend is teaching me how to become a shaman as well, I was just fooling around yesterday, practicing,” Prince Mano admited.
“Well, clearly you did something wrong,” Gina said.
“Whatever I did wrong he will be able to reverse it,” Prince Mano assured her, wondering now if he did not perhaps do this to her.
“Why are we going deeper into these woods? This better not be some trap?” Gina asked following a naked prince Mano.
Prince Mano ducked behind a tree.
“What are you up to wolf?” Gina asked, getting worried, giving a few steps backward ready to speed off.
“I am just getting dressed,” Prince Mano called from behind the tree, putting on his pants.
“Oh, well hurry up,” Gina said, looking around her, feeling scared.
“Didn’t take you for one to be a scarry-cat,” Prince Mano said, coming out from behind the tree putting on his shirt.
‘Why am I so attracted to him?’ Gina looked away, prince Mano being the first man she ever saw naked.
“Why do you keep on looking away? You have just walked with me for a long-distance, myself naked,” Prince Mano laughed.
“I looked at the ground and not at you,” Gina said blushing, even though she did see all of him when he shifted into his human form.
“So, did you grow up at the convent?” Prince Mano tried to make small talk.
“I did,” Gina said, not willing to give him more info before she knew more about the new guy she met for the first time yesterday and only saw for the first time about a month ago when he came to a Sunday service.
“I am not sure about my childhood,” Prince Mano said.
“What do you mean?” Gina asked.
“Well, up to a month ago I was the pet of an enchantress,” Prince Mano explained.
“Wait, so you want to tell me that vampires are real, lycans are real, shamans still exist, there are things like hybrids, not that I am sure what that means, and now that enchantresses are for real as well? Aren’t shamans and enchantress the same as a witch?” Gina tried to wrap her head around it all.
“Come to think of it, I guess,” Prince Mano said, wondering himself now what makes the three different from one another.
“So, where did you grow up?” Gina asked.
“I don’t remember,” Prince Mano said, climbing over a fallen tree and turning around to help her over but Gina already jumped over it.
“What do you mean you don’t remember?” Gina asked, curious.
“It’s been stolen from me; the enchantress I was sold to; wipe my memory with a spell, almost two decades ago,” Prince Mano said.
“So, you grew up with the enchantress?” Gina asked, judging by his looks that he was in his twenties.
“Actually, I was already an adult when I was sold to the enchantress, or should I say exchanged; as she always used to remind me,” Prince Mano thought back.
“So, if you were already an adult and you have been with the enchantress for almost two decades then that makes you about forty? You don’t look forty. You look my age,” Gina said, frowning.
“I am a lycan. If I shift regularly then I stay young and the enchantress made me shift every single day to hunt for small game,” Prince Mano explained.
“So, you could actually be way older?” Gina asked, laughing.
“That is correct, but I don’t know,” Prince Mano said, opening a small gate; the gate making a screeching sound.
“After you,” Prince Mano said.
Gina laughed and walks first but was met with an invisible wall and bounces off it, “ouch!”
“Definitely a vampire,” Prince Mano said, looking at her.
“What is it? Why can’t I see it?” Gina asked, putting her hand in front of her.
“It is a shaman spell that keeps vampires out,” Prince Mano explained.
“But then how come I am able to be out in the daylight? I spent all my life in a convent, in a church, surrounded by holy water and crosses,” Gina explained.
“Wait here,” Prince Mano said, walking through the gate and going into the house that looked more like a shed.
A moment later a young man wearing pants that looked like animal skin that has been sewed together, a loose-fitting shirt, and long black hair that had feathers plated into it, “Why on earth would you bring a vampire here?”
“How can she be a vampire if she is out in broad daylight?” Prince Mano asked, running after the red Indian-looking shaman, named Khelben Stibon; 630 years old. Khelben had a handsome appearance with a straight, slightly large nose, deep grey eyes, and black long hair. It is clear that he is of red-Indian descent
“A vampire can stand the light if the sun is almost down as it is now,” Shaman Khelben said, looking around, wondering where this vampire was.
“Gina?” Prince Mano called out, looking around.
“Mano, get back into the house, I think Gina might just be the enchantress that has put a spell on you,” Shaman Khelben said, on guard.
“She drank my blood, look,” Prince Mano pointed at his throat.
“There are no marks on your skin, get inside,” Shaman Khelben said, getting inside himself.
“Wait, you are wrong, I promise you, Gina is real,” Prince Mano protested.
“If she was real, I would have smelled her. vampires smell like death,” Shaman Khelben explained.
“Maybe she is something different then,” Prince Mano tried to explain.
“Yes, like an enchantress spell trying to trap us. We have to leave now. This time she knows what I am so she will come prepared,” Shaman Khelben grabbed a few important things and rolled it into leather, tying it together.
A month ago, shaman Khelben was sold to the enchantress but his captures didn’t know he was a shaman. Just as the enchantress was about to clear his memory with a spell, shaman Khelben reacted, and counter attacked. He managed to get away and only after running for half a day in his wolf form, did he realized that he was being followed by one of the enchantress’s pets. Even though prince Mano was under a holding spell; for some reason, when shaman Khelben attacked the enchantress with a shaman spell it set prince Mano free from the holding spell. For almost two decades the enchantress used have been using prince Mano as a sex slave, trying to get pregnant but had no luck and that is why she bought another lycan, unaware that what she bought was a very powerful shaman. Shaman Khelben was running away from his pack by order of his father to lead a group of hybrids of their scent in order to save them.
Shaman Khelben has done it a few times and it was part of the plan to be captured so that the capturers can be kept busy longer while the small pack got away.
Shaman Khelben always stayed away for a few months from his pack to make sure he does not lead any danger back to them, linked by their minds only.
