Page 9 of Forged in Dusk
Vlad starts choking, shaking his head, looks at me, raising his eyebrows.
“Fuck Kon, the English is rubbing off on you,” Vlad says, resting his arms on the desk.
“It’s been utterly pleasurable these last few years, enjoying taking care of the City Of Sins businesses; I’m glad for the change,” I say, nodding.
“No worries, Bro; Sasha is enjoying the City Of Souls,” Dionisie says, taking a drink looking at me over the rim of the glass.
“Bloody hell, when are you returning from playing,” I huff, scrubbing my face.
“What fuckingever! It’s not like that; it’s a little time out,” Dionisie huffs, rubbing his goatee.
“Stop being so damn dramatic,” Vlad snarls, rolling his eyes.
The elevator beeps, and the doors pop open, alerting us that the Wolf is here. Again, we listen to the footsteps and the breathing.
“Prince Vladimir,” Dane yells, taking long strides swinging his arms.
“Dane, come into my office,” Vlad says, pushing off his chair walking out of the office.
I look out into the hallway; the tall man is built like a fucking tank, walking into the office.
Prince Vladimir, thanks for the meeting; I have extremely important news,” Dane says, resting his hands on his waist.
“Dane, have a seat, would you like a beer,” Vlad says, walking to the small bar in the corner of his office.
“I’m good,” Dane says, shaking his head, falling onto the black tufted leather chair.
“Dane, have you met my brothers, Prince Konstantin and Prince Dionisie,” Vlad asks, waving his hand as he walks over to his desk, sitting into his chair.
“Hey,” Dane says, lifting his chin in greeting.
“Hello, hi,” Dionisie and I say, lifting our chins.
“Dane, what’s the news,” I say, looking at the Wolf.
I wonder what the fuck is so damn important.
“It’s absolutely insane, and my Royal Highness asked me to visit the royal beings to inform you of what I witnessed. I accidentally witnessed an extremely important event while I was on my run,” Dane says, rubbing his beard.
I lean back into the chair, crossing my leg looking at the werewolf Dane.
“Indeed, please enlighten us,” Vlad says, lowering his eyelids focusing on the Wolf.
“This happened a few weeks ago when I was on my run, it was late, and I encountered Lucifer. He looked very agitated, pacing around the fire pit.
My first thought was what Lucifer is up to. I stared at him, pacing, waving his arms, so my curiosity was roused. I stopped to watch, borrowing deeper against the tree, making sure that Lucifer didn’t see me.
Of fuckincourse being part of the werewolves has its merits as I can travel in stealth, undetected even by Lucifer.
Lucifer was standing by the edge of the forge, throwing back his head in his fury, his dark brown hair tied back with a black leather strip, his goatee shining with the blaze of the fire before him.
His tall, powerful stance vibrates with power as he lifts his hands in the air and starts to chant. His piercing, clear blue eyes glow in the night as he speaks what sounded like a fucking rhyme. This is what he yelled as he waved his hands.
Forged by Twilight, Cursed by Fire.
Powers of each divided by my Ire.
Sever them in three.
