Chapter 24

“Wynn?” she calls out before going into the room. She saw the wedding dress and torn clothes and recognized the werewolf royal brothers' smell. “Prince Deacon!” Shysie stumbled out of the room, “Jessica and Wynn are gone. I think Prince Deacon has them!”

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Wynn looked at the full moon, his eyes the only part of him able to move. The human just stood there, compelled.

‘I wonder how much time I have?’ Wynn thought, trying to shift into his vampire-human form, but again, nothing.

“Hey is everything ok?” A young woman walking past, asked.

“Who did this?!” she exclaimed, shocked when she saw the burnt wolf. “Poor baby,” she said, padding his head.

“My car is right over here. Help me lift him,” she said, trying to pick up the wolf, but the compelled human just stood there.

“Are you in shock?” she asked, snapping her fingers in front of him.

Wynn recognized the woman; she was his very first mate that almost killed him for being a hybrid.

Carissa Terrasse was the daughter of one of the strongest packs in the world, Alpha’s daughter. The Hudson pack was known for not having any mercy for any Werewolf-Vampire Hybrids. Even though they reside in the same territory as the royals and werewolves that reside at the council, they did not involve themselves with council business and considered any werewolf becoming a hybrid, a traitor.

Carissa had Up-turned, Cobalt blue eyes with sharp, shaped, rose color lips, a slender long face with high cheekbones and a blush rose skin tone. Carissa had natural chestnut brown, wavey long hair. Being an only child of werewolf parents that are over two hundred years old, she was well respected and next in line to take over her pack as the Alpha. Carissa knew the power she had and since she mated for the first time two hundred years ago, just after her eighteen birthday, she has never mated again and hoped she never does. She believed she does not need a mate at her side, but that does not stop her from sharing her bed now and then with the strong men of her pack. Clarissa might be two hundred years old, but she maintained a youthful look of a young adult in her early twenties by shifting often. In fact, she spends most of her time in wolf form.

Carissa was also one of her packs, pack doctors, and was known to rescue strays, however on this particular evening she did not recognize Wynn as a Lycan wolf, especially not as her very first mate of so many years ago but the pleading eyes seemed familiar to her.

Carissa took a deep breath, “how am I going to help you?”

Clarissa looked in the direction of her apartment, which was in the same building as Dario’s penthouse. Even though she spent most of her time at the pack house, she did enjoy her own place. She was not unaware of the Vampires that owned the penthouse, but she was not too bothered as she hardly smelled them around.

“This is going to hurt,” Carissa said, getting a good grip around Wynn’s upper body and dragging him towards the apartment block, hoping that there was no one around to see her dragging a wolf into the building as it was not allowed.

Carissa managed to drag Wynn into the elevator, out of breath. She could smell the Vampires must be at home, but she could also smell the familiar smell of the royal brothers. ‘Prince Deacon in town and has not visited my bed yet?’ Carissa thought to herself.

Finally in her apartment, she dragged him to her living room before cleaning him up, Wynn whimpering all the way.

Wynn remembered the royal brothers’ words and feared that he might die if he does not get outside. After most of his body has been covered with ointment and bandage Wynn deliberately soiled her carpet in hope that she will drag him outside again. Wynn could feel his wolf was dead but why was he still trapped in its body?

“Dammit! My favorite carpet!” Clarissa dragged him onto her patio before cleaning her carpet.

Shysie and Paris followed Wynn and the royal brothers’ scent and end up at the human.

“They burnt him! Why?” Shysie asked, looking at the burnt ground.

“Where is the wolf?” Shysie asked the human. The human lifted his arm and pointed towards the apartment block.

“Do you think the wolf we smelled found him?” Paris asked, looking over at the apartment building.

“Well, let us find out, shall we,” Shysie said, before they both sped over, slower than usual as they are still drugged, but not sure with what.

“The ash marks lead to this door,” Paris said when they both stop in front of Clarissa’s door.

Before they knocked on the door, Clarissa could smell them. “Two against one? They have never bothered me before.”

Clarissa stopped what she was doing and fixated on the door as she heard the knock. ‘Perhaps they will go away if I ignore them?’ she thought.

“We can smell you. You have someone that belongs to us. We mean you no harm. Just return my brother and we will let you be,” Shysie said.

‘Brother? A f*cking hybrid?’ Clarissa walked to her patio and was not surprised when she saw a naked Wynn on the floor.

“I should kill you,” Clarissa said, leaving the sliding door open and walking towards her front door.

Clarissa opened the door and showed them with her hand towards her patio, rolling her eyes. ‘If I was not outnumbered, I would have killed the hybrid,’ she thought, furious with herself.

“Blood,” Wynn stammered, weak, when Paris picked him up.

“The human, let’s go,” Shysie said before she sped off.

“Thank you,” Paris said before speeding off.

Angry with herself for not realizing what she was dealing with, Clarissa slammed her front door before taking out her phone and calling prince Deacon.  

Paris held Wynn, still in his arms while Shysie bite open the human’s arm, offering it to Wynn.

Wynn drank until the human collapse. Wynn was about to offer himself to the human, but Paris stops him, “save your energy.” Once the human is feeling better, they left to go back to the Penthouse.

“Where is Jessica?” Paris asked, worried.

“She will be fine. We no longer need to concern ourselves with her,” Wynn said, falling down on the couch.

“But she is your mate!” Shysie stated, confused.

“Was my mate. Don’t get me wrong, I am in love with her regardless of whether we are mates or not, but she will be fine,” Wynn said, not looking too concerned.

“Prince Deacon has her, so how can you say she is in good hands?” Paris asked, concerned about Wynn’s behavior.

“He somehow managed to claim her as his mate by marking her,” Wynn said, not sure how he felt about that, especially since he ran into Clarissa.

“The mighty all-powerful Prince Deacon claimed a mate again?” Shysie asked in disbelief.

“So, him claiming her broke the bond between the two of you for good?” Paris wondered, taking a seat in the living room.

“Can I make you something to eat? I think it will help your recovering process,” Shysie offered.

“Really? You want to make me food?” Wynn asked, laughing in disbelief as his sister has never offered to make him food before.

“Yes, well, unless you can make it yourself?” Shysie asked, smiling.

“I don’t think I will be eating ever again,” Wynn said.

“Why not?” Paris asked, standing up, feeling restless. Paris walked to the large windows and looked at the city lights below.

“I think I know why you are only a vampire and myself was a hybrid,” Wynn said, talking to Shysie.

“Was?” Shysie asked with a frown on her face, walking over and standing next to Paris.

“Yeah. The royal brothers burnt me to death; something about killing my wolf without actually killing me. So, it kind of explains why you are only a vampire. I think you used to be a Hybrid as well and the same happened to you,” Wynn shared his thoughts.

“Sure, but then, how did they make this discovery? Why only now? Who told them about it? A Shaman? What other secrets do the Shamans have? Why don’t I have any memory of it?” Shysie asked one question after the other, not expecting an answer.

“Perhaps you did it to yourself? To break a fated mate bond yourself?” Wynn suggested.

“Knowing how much you hate werewolves and Lycans I don’t find that hard to believe,” Paris cracked a joke.

Shysie saw it as a window of opportunity and tried to slip her arm around him. “Perhaps we all used to be shifters once.”

Paris moved away from her.

“What is your problem? Why do you keep on rejecting me?” Shysie asked, fed up with his attitude.

“Maybe because you are a possessive bitch,” Wynn said, laughing, making Paris crack a smile as well.

Shysie rolled her eyes. “I am going to the council to see what is going on.”

“I thought you said it is a bloody mess. Are you sure you want to be there right now?” Wynn stopped her.

“One of us has to be there. It will look like we had something to do with it. Like taking revenge for Dario or something like that,” Shysie said.

“I cannot believe Dario is dead, just like that, and for what reason? Someone set him up,” Wynn said.

“Andre did. Andre still has Hannah and we need to go save her,” Paris said with urgency.

“Andre almost killed you, you are no match for him,” Shysie said.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence,” Paris said.

“Paris alone, no, but the three of us and the rest of our nest? We can take him on if we can get him out of the castle away from mother dearest,” Wynn suggested.

“You are not really considering killing a royal member of the council? Who knows, next to King Torvald, the royal brothers, and Jessica and her parents, they might be the only royal members left,” Shysie said, thinking about what she saw.

“Really? That bad?” Paris asked, now interested to go see for himself.

“Well, there are still the two of us and since I mated with Jessica, it is clear that we defiantly descendants from a royal bloodline which means that Clarissa and her family are also royals which means that Jessica is not the only option to produce royal werewolf offspring,” Wynn said, coming to the realization.

“So, you think Clarissa and her family know our history? What really happened to us?” Shysie wondered.

“We existed long before they did. Her parents are just over two hundred years old, and Clarissa is two hundred years old, as far as I know,” Wynn said.

“Unless they are lying about their age?” Paris pointed out.

“I remember Clarissa as a kid, so she is defiantly her age, but I am not sure about her parents,” Wynn said.

“Well, let us go found out,” Shysie said, speeding off to Clarissa’s door.

“Guess we should follow her,” Paris said before leaving.

Wynn got up with a sigh before speeding off.

After knocking a few times, they listened for any movement inside.

“She must have left,” Wynn said.

“Let’s see if we can track her scent,” Shysie said, speeding out of the building, Paris, and Wynn following her.

“Her scent is all over the place,” Wynn said, noticing his sense of smell is different.

“I will go this way,” Shysie said, wanting to head towards the Higher Council.

“I think we should all stick together, and I need to get out of here. I am sure the higher council would want me dead after what I have done,” Wynn said.

“I am going to the Council with Shysie. I want to find Hannah,” Paris said.

“You know, I think Wynn is right. We should stick together. Perhaps we should go to Alaska until things cool down,” Shysie said, knowing that Paris won’t find Hannah unless Andre wanted him to find her.