A Wolf Of the Sun

Fourteen

Pitch black. The pure abyss of a cloudy, moonless and starless night made it hard for anyone to see. The wind picked up, whirling stray leaves about and rustling the crooked branches of the thick forest. The sweet scent of hibiscus flowers and raspberries filled the air.

A young woman walked, bare footed, through the thick forest. It was the most desolate of places, whilst the trees flourished in the cold northern terrain, little to no animals dared touch the place. It was an oppressive place, a place that no human would go; and no wolf would venture.

Yet, this young woman, with long cascading blonde hair and pure blue eyes, dressed in an elegant white gown, was walking barefoot through the trees, navigating as if she could see in the dark. To an extent, she could. She stopped just short of a large clearing, eyes trained on the structure in the middle.

It wasn’t so much a building, as it was a massive willow tree. The roots weaved over the ground, the branches hung low with their sorrowful leaves. The most intriguing thing about the willow tree though, was that the trunk was not solid. In the trunk, there was a glass structure. Inside the glass was a young man.

His eyes were closed, his arms crossed over his chest. His skin was pale, almost translucent. He had dark blonde hair that was shaved around the sides and long on the top. His brows rested almost directly on top of his deep set eyes. His face was balanced perfectly, his nose and lips fit the size of his head and his jawline was perfectly defined. He was in a deep sleep, he had been that way for far too long.

The female stepped into the clearing, her crystal blue eyes tearing up at the sight. She walked up to the willow and extended her hand out, caressing the glass in a loving manner.

“My boy.” She whispered in a broken voice. Her eyes filled with hurt as she traced the shape of his head and jawline. “I miss you.” She murmured softly.

“Then why have you not come to visit more often?”

The female jumped at the deep voice that came from behind her. She spun around to look at the man who stood stoically near the edge of the clearing. He had long black hair and silver eyes. His skin was as pale as could be. He stood tall, towering over the female at least a foot or more.

“Alastor.” The woman breathed, covering her chest with a hand.

“Aphrodite.” Alastor nodded back to her. He stepped forward and looked at the tree. He motioned towards the tree, then he smiled to Aphrodite. “How about we release him?”

Aphrodite looked hesitant. She sighed softly, then looked back at their son. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “His mate has already chosen…” Aphrodite started.

Alastor stopped her there. “And yet, we both know our son can change her mind. She is his as well. Arianthe will waver to him, for he is a god as she is a goddess. And Noah is a mere mortal. He cannot match up to our son, nor can he take what belongs to Caysen.” Alastor’s eyes were trained on the sleeping man. “Let us release him now, before it is too late to give him happiness.”

Aphrodite hesitated, then she nodded. “Yes.” She murmured. She reached out and rested her hand on the glass. Alastor did the same. Their son had been locked away for thousands of years because his parents could not see eye to eye. Aphrodite locked him away when he started to go on a rampage because his mate had died.

She had only just managed to give him a new mate, one who would not die as easily as a mortal. And now she felt confident her son, their son, could come into the world once more; and take his place as the king of the vampires; and his bride would be by his side, the queen.

The glass case started to shake before it shattered into a million tiny dust particles. As soon as his tomb was opened, Caysen’s steely blue eyes snapped open. He looked at the man and woman in front of him and growled under his breath. He dropped out of the tree and landed on his knees before his parents.

“Where is she?” He hissed under his breath. His voice was hoarse from lack of use, his limbs felt like jelly but the only thing on his mind was her. Her. He could hear her, could see her. She was there, she was out there somewhere and he was craving her.

Aphrodite reached down and gently touched her son’s shoulder.

He flinched, nearly tossing his mother’s hand away but relaxed as his father’s hand rested on his other shoulder.

“With the werewolf king, of course.” Alastor murmured.

Caysen’s head snapped upwards. His silver eyes began to streak and glow an unnatural red. His fangs elongated and he let out a loud growl. “NO.” He snarled. 

And in a flash - he was gone. Leaving only Aphrodite and Alastor to stand in the clearing of the northernmost forest.