The Terror Noctis.
1250 Words
CHAPTER 007
Storm’s POV:
“Danika, hurry up, we're going to be late for the bonfire.”
“I'm coming, I'm coming,” I yelled from the bathroom, tearing off the old clothes I was wearing. I picked up the black maid uniform paired with white stockings from the towel hanger and analyzed it, a grimace forming on my face. The outfit was ridiculous if you asked me but I had no say in our attire. It's not like Christa would give me special treatment if I told her I didn't want to wear this thing.
With a sigh, I pulled on the dress and slipped my hands through the holes meant for the hands. Reaching behind me for the zipper, I found myself unable to reach it, cursing in every language I knew as I struggled.
“Ravena,” I huffed out her name, finally giving up.
“Hmmmm, yes do you need help?”
“Yes please.” I unlocked the bathroom door so she could enter then faced away from it, allowing her to see the tangled mess I was in.
“You really should have chosen one of the bigger ones.” I sighed and gave Ravena a side glance over my shoulder. “I would have if only Fiona and her goons hadn't snagged all the good sizes.”
Ravena tsked, “ True.” The zipper finally pulled after minutes of struggling to get it past my chest. “All done.”
“Thanks, Rave,” she smiled sweetly at me, her pretty gap tooth on display. “Don't sweat it. We're supposed to be helping each other out here. We aren't at all like them. It wouldn't hurt to at least have someone on your side.” I nodded in response to her wise statement.
Although it was hard for me to trust anyone, Ravena has proven herself a perfect ally since I met her. She saved me on multiple occasions from getting chewed out by the head maid Christa and even took the fault for me when one of the glasswares broke earlier when I was doing the dishes. My hands were made to kill, not wash plates so don't blame me for not being able to scrub a dish without dropping it.
“Thank you.” The least I could do was appreciate her. It would be sad though when I finally finish my mission and leave. Or maybe I could advise her to leave this place and come with me. That was just wishful thinking though.
“Alright, we are working the bar today, so let's hurry.” Ravena and I matched quickly to the outdoor bar made from wood and straws. It wasn't classy in any way but fit perfectly into the outdoor vibe. So for half an hour or so, and I would switch shifts, one person would make the drinks for a while while the other cleaned the glasses. Ravena made me stick to making the drinks after another incident similar to the one we had earlier almost happened again.
“You are clumsy aren't you?” Ravena chuckled and shook her head and I joined in.
“Oh, you have no idea.” Ravena shook her head in amusement, “Just be careful Danny, if you need any help I'm right here.”
“Of course,” I gave her a tight-lipped smile and moved on with my work.
“He is a sight for sore eyes isn't he?” I was shaking the flask for a Martini one of the wolves ordered when I heard Ravena mumble under her breath. “Who are you talking about?” she paused and c****d her head to the side before jutting her chin in the opposite direction. “Him,”
My neck swiveled to see where she was pointing at and I had to refrain from screaming jackpot. Ever since I came here I have been searching every single inch of this palace for him. And here he was, right in front of me. Although the night was dark with the moon barely reflecting his features, the bonfire helped a little bit. And let's not forget the fact that his Beta, who I already met, was standing right behind him with a scowl on his face.
The werewolf was dressed casually in a simple polo shirt and black pants. He was downing shot after shot from a maid’s tray and she looked startled, just standing there staring up at him. I'm not sure if she was scared by his imposing height or the scar running down his face from his eyebrows to the top of his cheekbone. The scar was his most prominent feature and I couldn't help but be curious about it. “Who is he?” I decided to pretend I didn't know him and ask Ravena instead.
“That is who they call, ‘Terror Noctis',”
“Terror Noctis'? Why do they call him that?”
“I honestly don't know the full story or whether or not it is true but my grandma used to tell us tales of a Werewolf who craved blood and chaos. Everywhere he went people died. Take for example today. You see that thing over there by the fire.” I turned to the direction she was pointing out and noticed there was indeed some type of creature cut into pieces and being fed into the fire as the wolves hooted around it.
“Yes, I see it.”
“I heard he killed that creature today. And dozens of Werewolves were also found dead during the hunt.” My head craned to the side in thought.
“Was he the one that killed the wolves?” Ravena shrugged her shoulders, running the towel over the flute she was holding. “I have no idea.”
After her vague reply, a sudden thought clicked in my head as I turned to look at the man before me. He was still drinking glass after glass and if not for the affinity Werewolves had for alcohol he would probably be on his way to the hospital for alcohol poisoning.
“I'll be right back Ravena, can you cover for me?” Ravena nodded and shooed me away to go do what I needed, not even asking me what it was. See, this was the reason I liked her.
Without a second thought, I bolted back to our rooms where I kept all my stuff that I had snuck in with me, and pulled out my equipment. I'm sure you're wondering how I was able to sneak in with them unnoticed. It was thanks to my master's connection with a sorcerer. Although rare, they did exist. Staying out of sight and making money with minor jobs such as glamours, cloaking spells, and the occasional love potion. Not sure if the last one worked. Never tried it myself.
Anyway, I pulled out my equipment from my large bag and searched through it for the jar of liquid. I smiled in victory when my fingers clutched the glass and pulled it out to my eye level. Not wasting another second, I shoved the little jar in my pocket and started to put my things back in place. Unfortunately, the universe decided at that moment that luck was never on my side because the door suddenly slammed open and a very familiar, very annoying voice spoke out.
“What are you doing here Danika?!”
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