CHAPTER 6
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We started traveling early in the morning.
The road was quiet, but Rhysand was quieter. He was holding the steering wheel, his gaze sharp on the road, but I could feel that he was thinking about many things.
As for me, I was hugging Zephyr in the back. He was fast asleep, but even while sleeping, his body was still trembling from time to time. I became even more afraid.
"How far is this place we're going to?" I asked.
"Not far, but not safe either," he replied.
"Isn't it dangerous to bring Zephyr?"
He glanced at the rearview mirror. "If we don't bring him, we might not see him again."
I looked outside. The sky was dark even though it was morning. It felt like something was brewing. The wind was cold, but it wasn't ordinary cold it felt like it came with whispers.
After two hours, we stopped at an old church. It was really old the roof was broken, the windows were shattered, and creeping plants covered the entire facade.
But even like this, there was a certain power that enveloped the surroundings. I couldn't understand why I felt it.
"Does he live here?" I asked.
Rhysand nodded. "Yes. But don't speak unless you're spoken to." I glared at him.
The church door opened. And a man came out.
He has old white hair, wrinkled face, but sharp eyes. He wasn't just old.
He was a creature I couldn't explain.
"Rhysand," the man said. His voice seemed cold, but there was a hint of respect. "I thought you wouldn't come back."
"I brought something you need to study," Rhysand replied.
The man looked at me. Then at Zephyr. The world stopped for a moment.
"That child… is not ordinary."
I swallowed. "What do you mean?"
"Come in," he ordered.
We followed. When I entered the church, I was surprised it wasn't just broken.
Inside, it was like another world. There were floating lights, sparkling plants, and symbols engraved on the ceiling.
He laid Zephyr down on the altar.
"I will only interfere if his blood allows it," he said.
I nodded.
He took out a small knife, and in an instant, cut my son's palm.
I gasped but stopped myself from screaming. I saw that Zephyr didn't wake up.
The blood came out.
And it suddenly glowed.
"There's no doubt," the old man said. "He has blood that's not from a werewolf. And not from a human either."
I stood up. "What does that mean?"
He looked at me. "You, what is your lineage really, child?"
"I don't know. I'm just human."
The man shook his head. "Impossible. His blood has a mix of fae."
My eyes widened. "What… fae?"
"Creatures of the forest. Of light. Those who don't age, those with powers inherent in nature. You, Lysandra… have fae blood. And because of that, your child with Rhysand is a monster in the eyes of the enemies."
"Enemies?" I asked.
"The creatures who want to eradicate mixed blood. They only want pure bloodlines to remain. Your child is a threat to all of that."
I tightened my grip on Rhysand's arm. "We're in danger."
The old man nodded. "You're not just in danger. You're being hunted."
Suddenly, there was an earthquake. The whole church shook.
"s**t," Rhysand said. "We stayed too long."
"They followed quickly," the old man said. "Someone is watching."
He closed his eyes and whispered some words. All the lights in the church suddenly went out. The surroundings were enveloped in black smoke.
"A coven of shadows is approaching. You need to escape. Right now."
"But—"
"Leave Zephyr with me. I will hide him. You and Rhysand, find answers in the north. That's where you'll find out who you really are, Lysandra."
"I won't leave him—"
"He'll be in more danger if he's with you now!"
"Trust him," Rhysand said. "He's the only reason I'm still alive."
I knelt beside my son, kissed him on the forehead. "We'll be back soon. Don't be afraid, honey."
I stood up. And in an instant, we left the church. We were greeted by a wind with laughter not normal.
There were shadows above the trees. Shouting.
Searching.
We got back in the car. And as we drove away, I couldn't help but look back.
I left my son. But not to run
To fight.
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