Tasting Drakness

Chapter 2

Once a Fae manifests, most people hunt their mates down and wait for them to come into their magic. But they left me and let me finish school. It wasn’t until I turned eighteen and the marking appeared along with my fully-fledged magic that I learned who my mates were. When their names appeared, I ran.

I say fully-fledged because I had a secret. I already had magic long before I should. Growing up, I knew I was different, knew something was wrong with me with the way my parents kept me hidden, kept me from the world. If only I truly understood what it meant, I wouldn’t have complained so much. My mother’s voice rang clear through my head every time I felt the urge to use my magic.

“Don’t let them see, don’t let anyone find out what you are” Her words usually pulled me back, and instinct told me not to show what I was. I had learned early to mask it. The entire world contained Dark Fae. A plague killed all the white Fae leaving only Dark. I was the last of my species, a unique blend of Fae that no longer existed.

My mother was a white Fae. She should have died, but my father was Dark Fae, and when the Plague hit, her entire bloodline died out except her. Dad said it was because she was pregnant with me, and I’m the last Harmony Fae in existence. I am the Light and the Dark, the last of my kind. I was the ultimate weapon when fully powered, a weapon Darius Wraith could not get his hands on.

grandma died, and they chucked me into boarding school—forced into the world by Fae authorities. I thought for sure they would have figured out

to get behind me to jump me, and I kept turning while trying to watch them all at once. Tonight would be it; this would be the night I died. Their silver eyes sized me up, and teeth snapped in my direction. They were waiting for me to attack, yet I had barely

on the dumpster with a thud. Please, Fates, don’t let me die! I want to live, not die a virgin and hungry. Aren’t I supposed to get a last meal? If your gonna kill me, at least feed me first. Seriously, if fate wanted to fuck me, at least do it gently and ease in, and would kill them

buzz over every inch of your body, making you want to go to your mates. I have ignored that buzzing feeling for six years,

I swear I watched my entire life flash before my eyes in that split second

markings and sent a spark of my magic into it. Leaving enough so as not to drain me completely. My wrist burned, searing with pain like it caught alight, making me scream and clench my teeth. The sheer agony in my voice makes the wolves back off, wondering what has got into

knew it only hurt like this because I waited so long to answer their call for

with my knees. My power had become too low, a few more minutes and it would fade out, and I would be as useless as a human and killed by these beasts, that’s if I didn’t pass out from the pain of my

made me cover my ears. I recognized the whooshing sound instantly. They came for me, and for a few tense seconds, I