~YULIA
Bloodshed was becoming second nature to me as I watched the heart burn.
It did nothing to change how I felt about Mom’s death but at least I was sated that the people behind her murder were dead. Yet it seemed like there was still one person to find.
“Let’s get out of here,” Issa said and held out his clean palm.
I took it and he led me out of the dead lawyer’s apartment. I felt like there was something I needed to do. We were a few feet from the house before I stopped and turned back to it.
“What is it?” Issa asked as concern masked his face.
“I need to do something,” I told him.
“What?” He asked.
“I need to burn this place to the ground,” I told him. “It is the only way that I can move forward with my life. This house was built on the kindness of my mother, I need to raze it to the ground.” I told him.
He nodded. “The fireplace,” he said. “We can set something on fire, a pillow, anything and spread it all over the place.”
I shook my head. “I have a much better idea,” I said.
I faced the house and closed my eyes. I evened my breathing and reached far into the deep corners of my mind. I was the child of light and I knew that the only way to fully control my powers was through trial and error. I had discovered that I could see magic and how it literally worked.
Now I needed to see just how much light I could summon from within. I kept on going, reaching, seeking deeply into my mind until I reached Yara, my wolf. She gently nudged me with her mind until we merged our cores together.
I felt a tremendous power surge through me. It felt so warm all over my body and I could feel my temple pulse. On instinct, I raised my hands forward with my palms open. I open my eyes to see my hands covered in a blinding white light. I exhaled and mentally pushed.
What I saw was breathtaking. I saw the pulses of light hotly shimmer in the air in front of me. It was enormous and seared through the air before it engulfed the house of Rogers. The house erupted in flames and began to crumble into ash and hot dust.
“Beautiful,” Issa murmured as he watched the house of the traitor burn. “You are getting a hang of your powers,” He said in an impressed tone.
We stood for a while, in silence just watching as the house burned before I asked him the question, I knew he had the answers to.
“Who is Helena Craven?”
He said nothing at first as he stared silently at the fire. “She was the Luna of Craven Groves,” he replied.
“Was? She is dead?” I asked as I looked at him.
“As of now, I am not so sure,” he answered.
“Because one of the witches mentioned her before she died?”
“Yes.”
“Do you believe her?” I asked.
He nodded. “There was no point in lying while at the verge of death,” He replied.
“This is so confusing,” I said with a sigh.
Why was Deucalion’s mate trying to kill me?
“Does Deucalion know that his Luna is still alive?” I asked.
“I don’t know, but it will really make me so angry if he did,” He answered with an intense frown on his face. I understood his anger.
“But what if he did?” I asked.
He was silent. “Let’s go home,” He said after a while.
We both walked to his car and got in. Issa drove home with a solemn expression on his face. I suspected that he was feeling quite betrayed but I was not so sure yet.
I was lost in thought as he drove home until the car screeched to a halt. I was not putting on a seat belt but my hand instinctively shot out and pressed against the dashboard.
I looked at Issa with shock and wanted to ask why he stopped so abruptly until I saw the rage in his face. He was looking far ahead and I turned to look at what got him so pissed off. I gasped as I realized that we were in our neighbourhood and there were cop cars with ambulances outside the house.
“What is happening?” I asked him.
He said nothing as he drove forward until he reached the scene. We both hastily got out of his car and walked to the house.
A police officer saw us coming and raised his hand up to stop us until his face lit up in recognition of Issa.
“Alpha Frostwood,” He said with reverence as we approached.
“What happened here?” Issa demanded.
“It is ugly in there,” The policeman said with a shake of his head. “There are bodies inside the house up to ten all cut with black roses.”
Issa and I exchanged a look. First it was the school, now our house. “I am going in.” Issa said and moved forward. I followed but the policeman blocked my way.
“She is with me,” Issa said without a backward glance and the cop let me pass.
Nobody got in our way as we got to the entrance of the house. Jamal was waiting for us and there was a mixture of anger and disbelief etched on his face.
“I was about to call you,” he said. “This is getting out of hand Issa,” He added as he led us in.
I lurched to a stop at the sight of what was displayed right in front of me. “What the fuck?”
There were ten bodies naked and arranged. Black Roses were sticking out of their mouths. Black Roses were sticking out of their mouths. Five were sat on the black sofa Issa and I fucked on while five were sat crossed leg on the floor. It was like a sick family of dead bodies coming together for Christmas. On each body was a letter.
THE SWINE.
And I instantly knew who was behind this.