His Dark Obsession

Summoning

ZEDKIEL.

I grip her hand as I scan the cave before me, it’s exactly the same as the last time I was here…

Its s cold that it’s biting into me, and I can feel her hand getting colder in my hold too. Her body temperature is dropping faster than is humanely possible. The sound of our beating hearts and the water in the lake is all that can be heard down here.

We walk across the rocky, jagged ground and for a moment I mull over if we should have taken the bath that is customary before entering this place…

Well, too f*cking late now.

I can feel it, the intense pulsating of power around us as we approach the lake. Do I slice my hand as we do for the ritual?

“It’s freezing.” Evangeline says and I look down at her. Her breath is coming out in visible puffs but the fact she is able to stand here and not be affected when people have died trying to enter this place is impressive, but I’m not surprised.

She’s more than the average werewolf, which is why it’s only royals that can enter… because no one else makes it out, but this is just further proof of her true heritage.

Still holding her hand, I let my claws grow before slashing through the palm of my other hand.

“I summon you.” I say clearly, my voice echoing in the cave as I hold my hand out and squeeze it, letting my blood drip into the flowing river in front of us.

I wait, but there’s nothing. It’s said he can see what is within us… then he should know I have no ill intentions. I’m only trying to be the person this kingdom needs.

“Shall I try?” Evangeline suggests.

“Go for it… especially if you’re linked to him. It might work.” I murmur. I feel a surge of energy ripple through the water as I create a cut with my claw along her palm, slicing open her soft skin. The delicious scent of her blood fills my nose and my eyes flash. The urge to taste her hits me extremely hard.

What is this?

hand, the scent of her blood hitting me hard. It’s even more potent than usual and it makes

Waste of blood. 1

yank her hand back, raising it

her blood. The urge to leave this place and f*ck

kisses me passionately, I kiss her back, not missing how her heart is thumping and I wonder if she’s scared but that thought vanishes from my mind when I see the look of want

wants me as much as I f*cking want her. We face the lake once more, the cold reminding us of why we

know of the scriptures, of the curse, the truth of our past. Please hear

the love of Selene herself!”

across the river where the very same shadow wolf I saw all those years ago appears. His burning eyes are on us both as

lowering her head

when I feel Zerachiel’s rage

hostility running

growls, his voice tearing through my mind, and

falling, the flickering of that white hue around her fading and at times I feel I can sense Evelyn’s aura, but the

with the warning you gave me.” I

darkness which is beyond the reach of the moonlight will devour every living soul. The filthy blood of the impure is like a poisoned dagger into the

comes that you yield to the woman with hair as dark

of the bird of night, and skin like milk; when you allow her evil to bleed within

clear and loud. No

as dark and cold as a winter storm. His rage is

it true that I’m

turns his eyes upon her, and I can feel his

can all suffer for it.” He thunders and is about to turn when