Born Enemies, Fated Mates

A Prophecy

Vermin

Darius and I took the path that led to the old abandoned flying truck. It was an old variant of this technology created by humans. This particular machinery was no longer in use, but in the presence of great trouble comes great innovation. In Lysandra's room, I found the key dangling beneath her hall of clothings. She was out of the room, looking for my friend Darius. By the time Darius came to us, I was ready to leave and the key was in my possession.

"I will miss you, Vermin." She leaned and kissed, clinging. She did not want to let go. She did not want to leave me. "Can't you just stay? My father likes you anyway. He won't tell on you."

I smiled. It was not the friendship of Derek Marble that I doubted but his schemes. Derek knew no friends nor foes, he only knew one thing - Loyalty. And my father rewarded loyalty.

"Don't worry, babe. Soon you will see me again. I don't plan to go too far."

Of course I had no plans to go far. I still had thoughts that Adrian Bianco would come here. I would just go somewhere nearby and continue my search, but my watch would always remain on this island. With spies, I shall keep watch on Yeneffer. Whatever secret she was hiding, whatever information she did not want to reveal, I shall find out about them all.

I wanted to check on Yeneffer before I left, but I talked myself out of it. Afterall Darius would taunt me for being soft and he would develop weird ideas that I had conceived feelings for a slave girl.

With Darius, I disappeared into the cold night. We were going to take the long road to the truck to prevent suspicions. I could feel the trail of eyes following us. Perhaps it was Lysandra, perhaps it was her mother. I had no plans to let them know I was taking that old truck.

"Where are we going?" Darius asked, he was always quick to sense when I had a different plan.

"We are taking the old truck." I had no intention to keep him in the dark, even though I knew he would object.

"You know we can't do that", he was true to my expectations. "That truck was abandoned for a reason. Your father the alpha, Derek Marbel, every one of the pack elders, they all decided that no Sunfyre wolf would ever drive that piece of metal."

"Because they are too superstitious." I chewed. "I need to use everything I have in this situation. Everything."

Soon we took corners and a secret path led us to it. The mighty giant complex of robotic pieces, formulated with the blood of humans and wolves. It was way bigger than the ones they made nowadays. Its body was one form with darkness and its glass crimsoned like blood.

"I told you, it is a beautiful piece." I muttered.

"It is cursed." Darius said.

"This is the first ever flying machine built for werewolves. It was built by my grandfather, rode by him. My father cast it aside for no reason. I plan to reclaim it for myself."

"Your father cast it aside because of the prophecy." Darius reminded me. Yes, of course. The prophecy that claimed that the glory of the Sunfyre pack will be destroyed by a special wolf, a rare wolf chosen by the moon goddess. This kind of wolf had not been seen in many years. The witch said it would be a white wolf, and the white wolf would come with the full moon. She said she saw the Sunfyre capitol burning, the alpha impaled on his throne. And flying above the ruins was a huge machine, this machine. And behind her wheels was a woman with long white hair, the promised wolf. Of course the story was bullshit but father trusted the witch and her visions. He set out to destroy all the packs from which the wolf was likely to arise. He threw away this beautiful piece of machinery and left it to rot in the darkness of the slave island.

"My father is misguided." I responded. I had huge respect for father and I always wanted to please and respect him, yet I knew this story was too far fetched. "I will bring this truck for now, then I will return it later."

Darius wanted to speak but he held his tongue.

We climbed its body and reached the huge door.

"Now what?" He wondered.

I took out the key and let it dangle in front of him.

"Wow... So you literally stole from your betrothed."

"I always do things my way." I responded, pushing the key into the waiting hole. We waited, nothing happened.

"The key is not working." Darius announced, more thrilled than suprised. "Maybe the gods do not want us to do this."

I stood transfixed in annoyance. How come the key did not work? Did my father deceive everyone by giving Lysandra a fake key to keep? He said he trusted her, but apparently he only did this to keep busy the eyes of people while he stored the key in a different place. A secret place.

"The truck on the slave island. The key in the capitol. Now that makes sense." I had been fooled, we all had. As I started to realize it, a sharp light rattled through the darkness.

"Someone is here." Darius noted.

We moved swiftly away from sight and drifted into an hollow darkness. A pair of legs walked towards the slave quarters.

"I didn't realise that this place was close to the slave quarters." Darius said in suprise, but that was not the most surprising part. At this time of the night, the slaves were not allowed to move around like this. Unless these people... There were not...

"Intruders." I realized, seeing them trot into the darkness.

"We should go after them." Before he finished his statement, I was already on their trail.

Soon they led us to a small hut at the extreme end of the row of huts. There they disappeared.

"Where'd they go?" I whispered.

From the hut came voices of women. The slaves were still awake.

"But we can steal it..."

"I tried several times and I failed..."

When we closed in on the hut, their voices became silent. One of them was familiar, I wanted to stay to hear it again. But then the wolf we were trailing dashed across the forest, fleeing.

We rushed after it, giving a hot chase. By the time we edged closer, he disappeared again.

"Who do you think that is?" Darius wondered.

"Who else? Adrian Bianco. He has finally come out of hiding to save his girl." I was determined to catch that fugitive and present him before father. I was certainly going to do that.

"Now we have a good reason to stay here. Adrian Bianco is on the slave island. We cannot leave."

Empowered by determination, we gave a cold chase.