The Dragon King and His Human Mate

22. Alive

| Felipe |

I ran my hand through my hair, wanting to pull them out in frustration.

More than two weeks. 

More than two weeks now and no lead in where Anastasia was. Or if she was alive, for that matter.

Nothing.

With every grimoire of Rebecca's grandmother, every spell we had both cast together, absolutely nothing. Harry's blood, Ana's red hair taken by her hairbrush, my engagement ring, nothing was enough to tell if there was a link of her soul with this world. I knew if she was my mate, we would find out since the first day.

But she wasn't. For my fatality, she would never be.

And it looked like we would never find out.

Which meant two things. Either the dark magic my grandfather had used had no loophole at all and there was no way we'd find the coordinates of the island, or Anastasia was really dead.

And I really really hoped for the first.

But it could be both. And that's what terrified me the most. Because that meant I would never really find out what happened, and that would haunt me forever.

Us, actually.

Harry looked like a mess too. He had been away from his family for weeks now, not even informing them where he was, in hopes of finding a single lead to find where his sister was. And until now, nothing.

But fortunately for him, he had Becca now. She really did feel for him, their bond was amazing. It sometimes made me miss Ana. Of course, we never had that bond, but I still felt for her. I had still wanted a future with her. So much that it was hurting and it would keep hurting for such a long time.

What I wouldn't give to have her with me right now. Everything. Absolutely everything.

Was she alive? I wanted to believe so with everything in me.

But if she was, was she hurting? Was the mad dragon hurting her? Keeping her prisoner? What if he was forcing himself on her?

I'd rip his flesh from his bones if he had dared to lay a hand on her.

"Felipe." Becca's voice put me out of my sweet thoughts of hurting the dragon king. "Look at this." She placed the grimoire in my hands, pointing at a unimaginably strong spell written in our own witches language. But even so, some words were quite strange. Unreadable.

And by the look on her face, Becca thought the same too.

"Let me try," she said, sitting down on the floor, with her legs crossed, the grimoire and candles and everything we needed right in front of her.

"Becca you should eat," Harry said to her softly. "You two have been trying to cast spells all day, you're exhausted."

He was right, we were. But I wouldn't give up, not now.

I sat down in front of her and offered her my hands. She was indeed better at me in these kind of spells.

I repeated the words after her again and again, becoming more hopeless by the seconds.

Why wasn't it working?

When I thought we were about to give up this spell too, a view flashed on my mind.

It lasted the shortest fragment of the second, but I had still seen it. I had still felt it. Her.

Anastasia.

I gasped, immediately letting go of her hands. Becca had the same shocked expression on her face too. Did it mean it wasn't a play of my imagination?

"She's alive," I chocked out. "Ana... Ana's alive." Breath had gotten stuck on my throat and I didn't find anymore words. 

I had seen Anastasia. I had really seen Anastasia; sat down on the ocean shore, curled like a ball, her eyes lost at the horizon.

"My dear god." Harry's eyes filled up with tears. "Is it true? Please tell me it is true. Please tell me she'd really alive." His voice cracked at the end. However I wasn't able to say anything else but the fact that she was alive.

My Ana hadn't died. Just like I had prayed and hoped every day and night, she was alive.

I was right, she was indeed a fighter.

"It is." Rebecca welcomed him in a hug, tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. "Your sister's alive, Harry. We saw her," she informed him. "She's at the island. Probably with no way to get out of there."

He ran his hand through his red hair. "Was she alright? What had happened? Please tell me more," he demanded from us.

"We should try again. We should find out how she is. And... and where." I was able to finally talk.

After we were out of the first shock, we tried again.

And again.

And again, but nothing. We couldn't see her anymore.

The spell was too strong, there was no chance for two witches to cast it time and time again.

And now we were only left with the information of her being alive. Nothing more than that.

A part of me wanted to cry of happiness, but it still wasn't enough. How could we find where the island was? How could we save her?

I couldn't leave her with that filthy dragon a day more. There was no one that could tell he wasn't hurting her.

Maybe she needed us.

Needed me.

Maybe she prayed for me to save her.

And for a fact I knew, I'd never rest until I would. There was nothing that could stop me now. I would bring her here.

She'd be safe. Safe and with me.