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

been anywhere long enough to shower or change.” I murmur,

much blood 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. “Have you noticed there

I look up

“You mean the one you used to use?” I ask, going over to him as he

and she never complained about us asking for some…“ Chasyn sighs gravely and I’m

chance this bottle broke accidentally,”

it’s safe to say we should be careful. Besides, the rest of the bottles seem to have shattered from force, but this one…

had a point, and I nod. He pauses, and I know he’s being mind

it?” I ask, irritated with this

learned of what’s happened so he has filled them

hell. I didn’t

they even find out?” I ask icily, my eyes slowly scanning the walls, trying

here that I may

the Lunas.”

bad luck and they say I’m

Lunas were chosen in haste… the only one of these rushed marriages that even feels like a real marriage is

why he had that

claimed her before the tournament even

and Lucia can’t stop talking about her when I see

a shopping trip with Lucia. “You still have an attachment to her, although you’re mated to Maryka. Correct?

his hands into his pocket and fishes out his phone before he begins

room.

make us stronger. Omegas 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

shake it. “If that’s the case an Alpha wouldn’t

your Omega and taken a Luna of warrior

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

the trails and marks on the floor as

Queen. She may be an Omega, but she has the quality to become a true Queen. Mark my words.” I say icily, looking

one of surprise before he smiles. “You love her.” He says, he

Love?

that even

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

my head when I stare at

“What the…”

is it?” Chasyn asks,

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

‘Through time, the curse becomes stronger… 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

It’s for me.

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

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

mean whatever happened here is linked

head out of here…” I say, standing up. He nods, glancing back at the body in confusion before we

in the hall again as Dad