In the Name of the Vampire Prince

Chapter 2: His Vision

Devon's little view

I don't want to interfere inside a werewolf's life, and as much as I want to shoo their existence away from me, I can't. I just can't since I don't have the power to do so.

Maybe Meredith thought that I would be expelled just like that? Well, of course, I almost died. But without the help of that 13th Talisman book before the war began, I must say that I will be an ash today, or even a rock.

"It is a matter of time before the strongest of the alphas will rise on the Great Mountains of Caspia, and you Devon... will be the shield of our domain. I have my faith in you." my dad pats my back, a reassuring smile etched on his face before he goes back to his king-sized bedroom to doze off.

If I were to pick between the war and giving the 13th Talisman book back to the real owners? I would do it for the sake of peace. I would do it because I don't want to see my kind dying because of the flying silver spears and the harm... The big harm it would bring once the fiercest of the Alphas would come and destroy every single thing in our territory.

But the King, my father, doesn't want to bring it back. He acts weird especially after he said that he wouldn't give the book to the werewolves. I know my dad well, and if I were in his shoes I would bring it back before the full moon rises.

There's something off, I can feel it.

But I don't want to reject the King's orders, and I have faith in him also. I know he maybe has a heavy reason for it... Or not.

That war and the fight between me and the female leader of the West Caspia territory, Meredith, almost killed me. And it left a little scar over my cheek as if it was made just yesterday. It is still fresh on my mind. Not just only on the physical, but also in my heart.

How ironic, I wanted to go away from those creatures. The kind that almost took away my life is also the one who's also I'm helping.

Carrying her into my arms into a bridal style while I floated using my affinities with the wind and the earth for tracking to where her home is.

As I try to find her home, I tap her cheeks to wake her up, then I slapped myself mentally and that is I almost forgot that I put her into a deep sleep by my healing.

How stupid, Devon.

After I saw her that close when she put forward her Divine Lance to my chest, I have never been felt too sorry for a person. Usually, Omegas like her should have emerald eyes, but for her, it is lackluster. This means her Luna is in pain, or either, it is dead because of powerful magic that beat her up when she was a kid. I know that she was oblivious that she is an Omega in the first place, and I know that those persons that are close to her are lying about her true role in their pack.

But why do I feel pity instead of satisfaction for this woman? I have grudges on them, I should be happy about it.

Whatever.

I'm taking this pretty werewolf back to where she has to rest comfortably.

The wind is too cool tonight, understandable because it is also 10 in the evening, and this poor werewolf in my arms tries to kill me with her lance? No way. I can even feel her weakness surrounding me. Her Luna should be awake after two minutes from now.

And if it won't work, I'm sure that dark magic struck this pretty.

I took a glance at her, “Adorable, you're even snoring. Since when did you last have this comfortable sleep hm?” my fingers slowly props her strands of hair behind her ear.

The moon is so bright that her face is much more illuminated than earlier, but it only made her even prettier. Damn, I have never seen a pretty werewolf like her in my existence.

I must say I can easily describe her as the moonlight. Very fragile yet powerful.

Damn, snap out of it Devon, and get her back home. I slapped myself three times, and now, not mentally, but physically.

Having affinities from the 5 elements gave me the power of rebirth, recreation, and even death. The power that I inherited from my father is stronger compared to my father when he was still alive.

It's kinda little complicated, right?

As we travel on thin air, I look down from the little city up to the hills, in which I can see a big treehouse on the top, the wind tells me to bring her there and so I did. I have a big trust in my affinity, and so this woman (if ever she wakes up from my arms and sees my face), to not tell anyone that I am still alive.

Which I know would be not possible. I know their kind, they can't keep secrets.

So I slowly stepped inside to the big treehouse on top of the hill and tiptoed inside the open terrace. I pushed the wide glass window in front of me to let us in for a while, but I'm being careful since I don't want her to wake up from her comfy sleep.

The floor's made of a big chunk of wood, also the terrace and almost the whole room. The wood in which I think the one that I planted 1400 years ago.

Sigh. That's why I felt the sadness of the West Caspia forest at that time.

I am sure that this is the right room that I landed on. It is hers. I can feel it within the air that's enveloping me.

So I placed her gently on her white, silky sheets before I sat beside her, watching her if her Luna is developing consciousness. But unfortunately, it didn't even glow her crescent moon on her forehead.

I had no choice also since she saw me and she knew me. I have to make a move about that. I made my eyes glow again. Regaining my connections with nature again.

“As your guardian, I Devon Filosoir, demand you both, fire and earth, to erase her memories of me from this night.” and I drew a little smile at her as I say the last sentences, “...and bring her the warmth and joy of earth. Only happiness will prevail for her tomorrow.”

This would be our first and last meeting, Broken Omega. I hope for the best for you.

Before I could leave, I made the flowers on her vases alive. And I closed the door, letting myself be swayed with the subtle wind.