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

on them. I haven’t been anywhere long enough to shower or change.”

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.

I look up

going over to him as he crouches down

and I’m about to wonder who knew exactly what the Oracle had here… Not everyone knew she

“There’s a chance this bottle broke accidentally,” I

should be careful. Besides, the rest of the bottles seem to have shattered

He pauses, and I know he’s

ask, irritated with this no mind

has filled them in. I don’t see the point for this

F**king hell. I didn’t see

out?” I ask icily, my eyes slowly scanning the walls, trying to see

here that I may

the Lunas.”

“This entire tournament has been nothing but f**king bad luck and they say I’m

these rushed marriages that even feels

he had that irritating smirk on his

claimed her before

Lucia can’t stop talking about her

an attachment to her, although you’re mated to Maryka. Correct? How is that even possible when your fated is with

his hands into his pocket and fishes

room.

are treasures for us to claim, gems to enjoy and to treat with love, but they are gentle by nature and far weaker than an Alpha or high-rank she-wolf. No offence to Evangeline, she is, in my eyes, your greatest downfall

that’s the case an Alpha wouldn’t ever be fated to an Omega,

Never in history has anyone had a fated Omega mate.” He reminds me, but I’m mated to an Omega. “Hence 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

through me and I glare at him coldly. Even if she is my fated mate or chosen, she would have still been my Luna. I try

on the floor as I slowly

f**king tournament. If we win, it’s because I have her. The thing is Chasyn, I never planned to make Evangeline my Luna, but my Queen. She may be an Omega,

one of surprise before he smiles. “You love her.” He says, he sounds more awed than anything,

Love?

Does that even

she’s my fated mate, not whilst this tournament is ongoing. I didn’t trust it and so ignore the

from my head when I stare at

“What the…”

“What is it?” Chasyn asks,

I stare at her back that is embedded with a message. I can recognise the Oracle’s markings anywhere… but it’s

destroy the curse of the Gemini and end the war within yourself. You are both each other’s blessing and curse. Return to the place of your greatest fear, for he holds the

for me. I

He asks, staring

He can’t see it… That only strengthens the fact that that was a final message

mean whatever happened here is linked to

standing up. He nods, glancing back at the body in confusion before we

minutes later, I’m in the hall again as