His Dark Obsession

59. A Message

ZEDKIEL.

“Did you find anything at all?” Chasyn asks me as I remove the nails and lift the Oracle’s body to the ground, looking around I yank the charred tablecloth off and cover her body. 2

“Not yet.” I say, staring down at the Oracle’s body, I sniff the air, letting the smell of blood fill my nose. There are two different smells mixed in… I lean down, sniffing the blood. It’s not Evangeline’s blood.

Relief floods me, and I stand up.

I don’t know why she thinks she killed her, but I plan to find out who it really belongs to, but this blood is not Evangeline’s. I’ve tasted hers, smelt hers… this one is nowhere near hers.

“Don’t touch anything in here.” I hear Chasyn command some of the men. I slowly walk through the room, trying to visualise what may have happened.

The runes and the burns are the Oracle’s doing, her magic draws from herself and that around her. I know that much. I frown as I crouch down looking at the marks on the floor.

There are no claw marks, no torn clothes… This isn’t a werewolf or a witch… I’ve studied all kinds of species and magic, but this was a battle of a different kind of magic…

I wipe a bit of the blood and taste it, hearing Chasyn groan from the doorway.

“Don’t do that.’ He mutters, grossed out.

“Don’t look then.” I reply coldly, frowning as I scan the floor slowly once more before walking back to the Oracle and looking at her hands, her entire body is covered in blood… but I can smell some other blood on her too and I lift one of her hands, before examining it closer. There’s someone else’s blood on her hands and behind her nails…

Frowning, I pause. It’s definitely not the same as the one on the floor.

I hear footsteps, and Chasyn enters, shutting the door behind him.

“What is it, Zed?”

“There’s blood from two different people here. As we already know, a scuffle took place. This is something that forensics can figure out… I don’t know how long it will take to get some answers but I can pinpoint that blood if I smell it again.” I say, pointing at the Oracle’s neck that isn’t covered by the tablecloth. “The blood on the ground is the Oracle’s…”

“D*mn…”

Standing up, I walk over to the table, picking up one of the bloodstained iron nails. Taking a sniff, I pause, looking down at it.

Her opponent had bled very little… I burn the smell into my mind and turn to Chasyn.

“It’s not a werewolf.”

“Yeah, no one thinks so.” He mutters, looking uncomfortable.

“Oh yeah, I’m the one everyone suspects, right?”

Chasyn looks up and although I keep my face emotionless, I cannot deny that it angers me. “It’s not like

that Zed…”

“Like I f**king care. Anyone who did this would have been covered in blood, or at least have some blood

stains on them. I haven’t been anywhere long enough

spread onto the killer, aside from when they nailed her into the wall.” Chasyn says grimly. Standing up he goes over to one of the shelves that contained vials and bottles of potions. Most have been destroyed in the apparent struggle that took place here, or should I say duel.

look

over to him as he crouches

caught, and she never complained about us asking for some…“ Chasyn sighs gravely and I’m about to wonder who knew exactly what the Oracle had here… Not everyone knew she kept a selection of spells and

this bottle broke

rest of the bottles seem to have

He pauses, and I know he’s being

it?” I ask, irritated with

what’s happened so he has filled them

I didn’t

they even find out?” I ask icily, my eyes slowly scanning the walls, trying to see if there are any

that I may have

the Lunas.”

nothing but f**king bad luck and they say I’m bad luck.” I sneer

“I agree… Lunas were chosen in haste… the only one of these rushed marriages that even feels

he had that irritating smirk on his

her before the

can’t stop talking about her

Lucia. “You still have an attachment to her, although you’re mated to Maryka. Correct? How is that even possible

pocket and fishes out his phone before

room.

a duty to his people; our Lunas must be confident and powerful. And marking an Omega… that’s not going to make us stronger. Omegas are treasures for us to claim, gems to enjoy and to treat with love, but they are

the case an Alpha wouldn’t ever be fated

why I think you should have kept her as your Omega and taken a Luna of warrior blood at the least. It’s obvious you can control yourself if you want. She’s alive after all, you can

him coldly. Even if she is my fated mate or chosen, she would

trails and marks on the

Evangeline my Luna, but my Queen. She may be an Omega, but she has the quality to become a true

face changes into one of surprise before he smiles. “You love her.” He

Love?

that even

that she’s my fated mate, not whilst this tournament is ongoing. I didn’t

are wiped from my head

“What the…”

it?”

her back that is embedded with a message. I can recognise the Oracle’s

yourself. You are both each other’s blessing and curse. Return to the place of your greatest fear, for

It’s for me.

“What are you looking at?” He asks, staring at her back in

strengthens the fact that that was a final message for

whatever happened here is

nods, glancing back

minutes later, I’m in the hall again as Dad paces