Wanted by my sworn enemy

A wolf, the enemy?

Lilorith POV

Could this be real?

Lilorith didn't know where she was. It seemed weird that her eyes were open, but darkness surrounded her.

She blinked and realized there was a piece of fabric covering her eyes. With that came the realization that she was on all fours.

What the hell?

She tried to move but couldn't.

Her hands were tied down.

A pair of hands touched her head. The blindfold was removed. The person picked her chin up and slid his thumb over her bottom lip.

It took a while before she could process the fact that it was him. He stared down at her with those golden eyes that switched to black and back.

“Are you afraid of me, Brielle?” She loved the way his Rs rolled with his french accent. He caressed her face affectionately. She enjoyed his touch, but this was wrong.

How could she be doing this with the enemy?

What the hell was going on? Why was the strange wolf she had met the other day calling her by her middle name? How did he keep guessing her name?

She swallowed saliva down her dry throat and decided to play along anyway.

With a smile, she answered, “No sir. I am only afraid of what you might do to me.”

Lilorith didn't know why she wanted to call him sir, but it felt right. In the same way, him calling her Brielle kind of felt right.

He chuckled. A beautiful deep sound that she couldn’t help but love. He licked her lips ever so lightly and walked away.

“Correct answer, my little demon, so am I. Stop me if I push you too far then.”

Her heart skipped a beat when he called her that. He kept knowing things about her, no wolf should know. A shiver ran down her spine as he picked up a whip.

Lilorith had never done things like this with anyone before, but she was excited nonetheless. As long as it was with him.

The question was, why him? What made him so special?

Fated mate or not she couldn't possibly be with a Werewolf. Her heart palpitated in fear.

She didn't understand much about biology to know what would happen if they didn't obey the Bond calling. But she had heard some harsh stories about it.

But with the kind of history, their Natures shared they would be doomed to fail. There were stories everybody knew about the war before the peace treaty of Supernaturals was formed.

The Seven book series "Foundations of the Supernaturals" explains it best. The guardians of all that existed were called the Divines. There were three of them, and they tried to keep watch of all things.

Though they never really could do much, with how they were always on their golden thrones, hence they employed and deployed beings they liked in every realm to act as mediators between them and the population. The mediators on Earth were the Angels.

Which were by then the only natural enemy of the Demons. They hated how much Demons had grown and how powerful they had become so they tried to find a way to control them.

Who else would help them but the greedy, eager werewolves? While other supernaturals looked for ways to fight the control of the Divines and Angels over them, the Werewolves sought power over the Supernaturals.

They gained the trust of Demons. Then broke it as soon as they discovered all the secrets and weaknesses they could. Offered them up to the Angels on a silver platter.

Demons fell apart, they could trust no one, not even themselves. They formed houses and had different classifications and types. Even though they had one leader they were as separated as could possibly be.

Hence, werewolves and angels were now the natural enemies of demons. They had been so for over a century.

She began questioning the moment. And it began to fade away. So it was just a dream?

She sighed internally as her subconscious began floating in the darkness again. How many times had she been in and out of that darkness?

Somewhere far away, she could hear sobbing. She wanted to know who it was so she could comfort them.

But they felt so far away. She kept trying anyway and willed herself to reach. Reach whoever it was and tell them it would be okay.

Lilorith could see a light pulling her back. As though the rope of life was being thrown at her. And she would hold onto it for dear life.

There was a weight on her body. Her eyes were heavy. But she managed to open them up and take in her surroundings.

She was in her room, not back home in California but at the house, her family was renting for their 'vacation to France'.

The weight on top of her body was her favorite person in the whole world, crying for some reason. She grinned weakly as her hand went on the girl's bright ginger hair.

"What's wrong, Zor?" She croaked. Her throat felt like it hadn't been used in a while. "What's happened?"

The girl shot up and gasped, almost jumping on her she wrapped her hands around her neck and squeezed hard.

Lilorith was almost reminded of that terrible monster that had choked her, not so long ago. But she pushed the thought away and enjoyed her friend's embrace.

Zorya was her best friend. The girl would never try to kill her.

"I've missed you so much, Brielle. We almost thought you were going to die a slow and painful death."

"What happened?"

"You've come of age, Lilorith."

A strong booming voice from the door startled them both. They turned to find Lilorith's mother watching them disapprovingly. She comforted herself with the fact that, her mother's face had always looked so sour.

She took her in and had to admit, she had never seen her mother in such an unflattering state, in a frumpy nightgown and her fluffy mane tied up in a giant scarf.

"Mother."

"Lady Agatha."

She and Zorya answered at the same time. Zorya got up to give a bow. She wanted to stand up as well, to pay her respects.

But her body wouldn't allow her.

Her mother came towards the bed and sat down. Her cold hand made contact with her forehead.

"How do you feel, daughter?"

She was taken aback by the care in her mother's voice. Not to say that Lady Agatha was a neglectful mother. She just wasn't this caring either. She normally left all the work of raising a child to the caretakers.

"Tired," she responded.

"Your inner succubus has awakened." Lilorith furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "You've been asleep for the past three days. The only reason you're awake right now is that I had to go to your aunt and have her make you a suppressant."

Her mother sighed and patted Lilorith's head. She shook the foreign touch off. Unable to comprehend what she was telling her.

"I never thought I would... I thought dad's genes were stronger and that I'd get to live my life like normal."

"Normal how, Lilorith? Even if your succubus hadn't awakened, you're still a witch. You know this, I sent you to school to learn about every aspect of your supernatural gifts, and you still want to live a so-called normal life. You wanna live like a human or worse, your friend Zorya here?"

"Yes."

"Ugh." She rolled her eyes at her daughter and sighed, "You're always like this." She put her hands on her daughter's shoulders. Lilorith didn't feel comfortable with the contact. Nonetheless, she stared right back into the woman's hazel eyes.

"Mother?"

"Lilorith be honest with me in this moment." Her voice had dropped, and so had Lilorith's heartbeat. "I won't get mad."

"You will."

"I won't. Who did this to you? What happened on the mission with Rome that you came back in heat? Don't upset me further, Romero told me everything he knew. Tell me who it is. Is it a wolf?"

Lilorith opened her mouth to deny it when her mother shook her by the shoulders. She couldn't fight her back, trembling.

Lilorith felt so weak, afraid, and useless. The only desire within her was to run away.

Her friend appeared to be even more afraid than she was.