Page 152 of An Enigma for the Lycan Crown Prince
“So, here you are,” I say, when I see Robert and his men in front of me. They had retreated to the garden to have some drinks. Robert is leaning against the wall, while the other three are sitting on the ground. Now, they all get up.
“Look who is trying to run,” the man snarls.
“Run?” I blink, eyeing him curiously. “That’s funny. Why should I be the one to run? Funny, funny, funny.”
“What’s so funny?”
“As a human, you were stupid to get involved,” I giggle. “So stupid.”
The guy who just spoke looks slightly taken aback. “I swear, she is nuts,” he mutters. “Rob, this girl has some screws loose.”
“A screw, huh?” I tilt my head, wondering if I can pull it off. I can let silver appear out of nowhere, maybe I could also form it.
…picture it…
What… That voice!Celeste!?
She still sounds far away, but she is there!Picture it in your mind,she says tiredly.
I focus on a screw in my mind, blinking curiously to see if it works, and indeed I am holding a silver screw in my hands. Wow, that was easy. I laugh and toss it at the guy. “Like that?”
The dude jumps away as if I had just tossed a highly toxic object at him. That was fun. “Oh, you didn’t catch it!” I make sure to let another silver screw appear and toss it at him again, making him jump away once more.
I can’t help but laugh. Robert, however, seems to have had enough and steps forward, snarling at me. “You little cunt,” he hisses. “I-“
I focus on a new object, my smile replaced by an angry frown, as I point a dagger at him. “You were saying?” I ask darkly. “It’s not so fun when your poor little cargo fights back, huh? Maybe I should draw some blood from you and sell it off to some vampire covens. I am sure they will approve!”
My continuous change of moods seems to work because the men look at me warily. They seem to be scared that I might totally go insane, especially now that they know I still have my powers.
“Werewolves don’t hurt humans,” Robert says awkwardly.
“Says who?” I laugh. “Besides-“ I clap my hands. “-I can still toy with you to my liking. Don’t you know who I am?”
They clearly have no idea, and I don’t intend to tell them. It’s better to leave them guessing. I hope this gives Elden enough time to find me before these idiots try to run.
*ELDEN*
I have long outrun both Vincent and Calvin. The moment Flora stopped her mind projection, I reached out to my betas, informing no one else but them. For now, it feels safer if it’s just the three of us. We took off immediately, with Vincent driving, until the path got so narrow that I decided it was faster if I ran. Regis was restless, and angry, pushing me forward, and I was all too eager to give in to him.
I still am eager. We are both out for blood; we are just not sure whose blood we want the most!
Get to our mate!Regis growls.Our mate!
It’s all he can think of.
Regis and I run straight through the forest, not following a specific path, but with every step, my anger gets stronger. Something seems to burn inside of me.
I can feel her presence and take up her scent now, although I am still too far away and shouldn’t be able to do it. Maybe it’s part of the gifts I got and haven’t delved into yet. Everything is so much clearer now, my mind able to hyperfocus on Flora and trailing her scent without knowing her exact whereabouts. In front of my inner eye, I let my gift play itself out, by showing me all the scenarios that could possibly happen. Now that I have the hang of how to work around its limits, it’s so much easier to use. Most of them show me Flora in safety, but there are a couple of bad outcomes. It’s always a possibility.
I barely even notice the house with the red fence when I break through the forest and find myself running towards it, just chasing Flora’s scent. It’s so much more prominent now. The area is deserted, fortunately, and the building is the only one in the area. I hand the reins completely to Regis, having him chase forward, with full speed and he jumps over the fence separating us from our mate.
In front of us is Flora, with four men. One of them is cowering in the back, while the other three are standing too close to her to not to be threatening. Their eyes widen in horror when they see my lycan. A terrifying growl leaves Regis’ throat, making them startle.
“Oh, here you are!” Flora chirps, waving at us.
“My God,” one of the dumbasses mutters. “That’s a monster!”
“He is not a monster,” Flora snarls. “You pathetic losers have no idea what you messed with. You are the monsters!”
