Supernaturals

36. I saw him. . . again!!!

ANNA

My whole world could fall apart. The demons could attack the witch territory at any point and all would be lost. I knew this, in fact, it was very hard to not think about this. Still, all my worries didn't stop me from screaming in joy and excitement as Mason and I soared in the sky, the wind rushing in our faces and messing with my hair.

Sometimes it was alright to just pretend everything was fine and enjoy the little things in life. Though I'm sure most people won't see flying on a magic carpet as a little thing.

I couldn't remember the last time I saw him smile this way. Mason was beaming with magical smiles— those kinds of smiles that are contagious. Seeing him smile turned my smile into a grin.

I could understand why he was so happy. It wasn't just because he was flying in the clear beautiful sky. No. It was something more than that. Freedom. This was a very special day for him, he wasn't just outside, he was flying in the sky with almost no restriction at all. This was a dream come true for him and I knew how much this meant to him.

“Over there,” I screamed, pointing at the werewolf territory, which didn't look any bigger than a fist from where we were. “Follow me closely."

“It looks endless," Mason said as we got to the ground. “Where's the entrance?”

“There are about five entrances, and yes, the werewolves really do have a whole town to themselves.”

We were allowed into the territory without any delay. The werewolves at the gate were already familiar with my face, though I could swear that I had never seen any of them.

“Wow,” Mason let out. “I can't believe I just saw a real werewolf. So that man can turn into a wolf?”

I stared at the random werewolf and brought my attention back to Mason. “We are in werewolf territory, everyone here is a werewolf.”

“That's crazy, so even this cute one?"

I reluctantly looked at the guy Mason pointed at. My goodness! It was the hybrid. The damn freaking hybrid. What the hell was he doing here?

I had at least a million questions. How did he escape from the hands of those mean-looking demons who had come for him? Why was he here? When did he get here? Did he have anything to do with my dream? Also, why was he staring at me like I was something he could fit into his mouth?

I managed to take deep breaths and calm myself. I didn't want him to see how shocked I was. Even as he approached me, I was quiet and composed.

“We meet again,” he said calmly.

“What the glorious f*ck are you doing here?”

Ignoring my aggression towards him,

he said, “It's a pleasure seeing you, it always is.”

“As you might have noticed, the pleasure is always yours.”

He began to tell me how he ran away from the demons and how he feels his world is torn apart because his friends were dead.

Well, that makes the two of us. Wait. . . only that I didn't r@pe your friends before their demise. No pity from me for him or his blood-sucking friends. The world is undoubtedly a better place without people who enjoy drinking people's blood.

As he spoke I could feel the emotions in his voice. My heart keeps telling me he's a good guy but my brain knows better. The only way he was a good guy is if he was actually honest the whole time. That means he was being honest about being forced to sleep with my friends before their demise. This of course was as ridiculous as it sounded. Now I didn't know this Landon guy he once spoke of, but who forces someone to r@pe another?

As soon as he got close to me, I struck him three times across his face. The last hit from me was a well-placed punch while the first two were slaps.

“I will kill you, vile creature,” I yelled loudly but then restrained myself as I saw Mason was as terrified as he was perplexed.

“Did you kill our friends?” Mason asked, his tender voice breaking my heart with every word he uttered.

The hybrid sniffled as tears immediately ran down his cheeks. This dude was clearly a talented actor. Why he was acting was another question left unanswered.

He flashed a smile at Mason. “Hi, buddy. No, I didn't and I promise you both that I won't stop until I'm successful in proving my innocence as well as getting justice for their unjust treatments.”

“Unjust treatments?”

“I mean—”

“They bloody died! They died, you numbskull.”

He shook his head continuously. “I know this, I know. And I know I'll spend my whole life trying to make up for it.”

“You will never,” I shouted.

“You think I don't know that," he shouted back.

I got an idea. Since he thought he could fool me while still playing the victim, let's see if he could fool magic.

“You are innocent, aren't you?” I asked. “Come with me.”

I asked a young werewolf, who couldn't get his eyes off the ‘weird strangers’, to get me a candle and I told the hybrid to sit beside me. Mason had wandered further into the little town and I allowed him to since where we were was as safe as it gets these days.

I was told that Shawn was busy so he would attend to me later.

“What are you doing with the candle?” Declan asked, looking at the candle in my hands.

“It's an old witch trick popularly known as ‘heart searching’. It is used to know whether one is being sincere or not.”

“Okay, I'm ready.”

I held his left hand. “Concentrate on the candle as I ask you questions. If the candle gets lit, you're telling the truth, if not, you're lying.”

“Noted."

“What is your name?"

“Declan.”

The candle got lit. I blew it off.

“Did you witness the death of my friends?”

“Yes,” he replied.

The candle got lit. I blew it off and asked another question.

“Did you kill my friends?”

“No," he said sternly.

The candle got lit immediately. Wait, was this really happening? Was I in a trance?

“What did you do to the spell?” I yelled out at him. “You can't be saying the truth, I know this for a fact.”

“Ask me all you want, I'll keep telling you the truth.”

I couldn't believe it. He was saying the truth all this while and I had been hating on the wrong person. I began to realise that he was a victim too! While he did have s*x with them without their consent, he wasn't doing it with his either. It sounded like the dumbest thing ever to even think about but it was becoming quite apparent that this dude was innocent.

“Shawn can see you now,” Mike said as he proceeded to lead me into a building I was a little familiar with now.

I couldn't stop myself from crying. I don't why but I began to feel bad for the hybrid. All this while I had shown him nothing but hate. He was probably dying inside and I was adding to his pain. Hell, I even attempted to kill him.

“You're crying,” Eve, Shawn's lover, said as soon as I sat in the chamber they were in.

“There is a lot to cry for," I responded. “The worst has happened.”

Shawn told me that Declan was now, more or less, a part of their pack. That didn't sit well in my head but I wasn't too eager to ask any questions. I went ahead to tell him of my dream and that I was certain that the demons would be coming for us soon.

Eve covered her head in her hands and exhaled forcefully. “We share the same predicament, darling. As a matter of fact, we are preparing for a battle. We expect the demons to attack in less than a week.”

“Why do you think so?” I inquired.

Eve answered me between bites of a garden egg. “Oh dear, we have gone past the time of thinking. It's like I said, a matter of fact. We always have different three-man scout teams going out to spy on the vamps and demons. All the scout teams that spy on the demons claim to be sure that they're planning an attack.”

“How are you sure they are coming for your kind in particular?”

Shawn shook his index finger a little and looked me directly in the eye. “Some of them heard talks about ending the werewolves first. Even more assuringly, they observed them growing wolfsbane.”

Wolfsbane? That's the one herb that kills werewolves in minutes. I remember reading that in one of Mom's old books. Also, Shawn said the scout teams heard that the demons want to end the werewolves first. That means we, the witches, won't be far behind. If anything, this was solid assurance that my dream was on point.

I told Shawn that I had to leave immediately. I had to join my people in protecting our territory.

Just as I left, I brought out a note from my pocket and dabbled two words on it.

“Hey, what's your name?” I asked the teenage werewolf who gave me a candle when I asked for one.

“I'm Callum," he replied. “Are you guys leaving so soon?”

I put the little note in his hands. “Yeah, and I want you to give this to Declan but do so after I'm gone.”

“Okay," he said. “Be safe out there.”

I went to where Mason was and informed him that it was time we left.

“Mason, we have important work to do when we get home.”

“What important work?” Mason inquired. “Will I be able to help?”

“Very much, sweetheart.” I poked his nose softly. “You and I are going to learn how to kill demons and then we're going hunting."

After saying that, we flung ourselves into the air and enjoyed our journey back home. Was I worried? Yes. But it didn't stop the flight from being magical— in every sense of the word.