Chapter 17 - Blood and Debts

Silvia was holding her breath scared she'd make a sound and be discovered when the furs were thrown off. "She's gone." Kronos sighed. She was practically hyperventilating. "You're related?" She squeaked and he chuckled, "Most wolves are one way or another. There were three original Lycan from which we all come. You're Ryder's right?" Silvia's mouth dropped open. "You knew my Dad?" She asked. "Barely..." he replied as his eyes took on a tortured look, "You shouldn't be so quick to admit you're a she wolf." Silvia gasped and a growl erupted from his throat. His eyes then took on a glow. "That potion works well... You should take a bit more though." He said clearing his throat and looking away. "How did you know I had it?" She questioned. "I followed you and heard you talking." He smiled. "You stalked me." She stated with a satisfied smirk. She should be angry or scared but instead her heart pounded with excitement. He began to laugh and shook his head, "Ya, I suppose I did." "Whose Eli?" She asked and then wished she hadn't as his smile dropped and a scowl took it's place. "He was our father." He nearly snarled, "He was a lustful man and claimed my mother when she wasn't his. She met her mate when I was seven but was broken because of Eli. I have ten half blooded brothers that will hopefully never know about werewolves and Valerie who was his only daughter. He turned her when she was twelve. When I was of age to be trained I made a deal with a witch to kill him. She said it was part of her payment. I was baned from the pack because he wasn't "mine to kill." She remained silent as he talked almost feeling his pain as his body shook. He then coughed and tossed the knife next to her. "Where did you get this?" He asked and she blinked. "It was in a box of Ryder's stuff." She shrugged. "It's spelled..." He stated. "Spelled?" She sputtered. "It's what I killed Eli with." He shrugged looking at her. "How did Ryder get it?" She asked and he chuckled darkly, "It's what killed him too." Her eyes grew wide, "What do you mean?" "It's meant to kill werewolves, love, and it's spelled to me. The witch asked me to kill him too." He whispered and Silvia felt her heart tighten as pain settled there. "W...why?" She felt a tear sliding down her face. "She said he preferred her sister and she was jealous. I couldn't bring myself to do it so, she vexed him. That didn't satisfy her though. At the next hunt he claimed Val. The witch eventually called in my debt...I'm so sorry..." He choked as tears trailed down his cheek looking at her. He was wrecked with guilt and Silvia felt drawn to him. She moved slowly towards him but he stopped her. He kissed her forehead. His nose grazed her cheek and down her neck. His breath was warm drawing goosebumps to the surface of her skin. He gently nibbled down her neck and laid her back on the furs. He was inhaling deeply as the nibbles turned to kisses. His mouth found hers and the same electricity shot through her veins once more. The earth felt like it was spinning and fire shot to her stomach and spread to her limbs. She moaned and he pulled away whispering, "I don't deserve you." She felt disappointment as her body cooled down. He was running away stripping his clothes off as he went. She got a good view of his backside as he shifted into a large silver wolf. He was out of her sight the next second and Silvia's mind began to spin with confusion. What did all this mean? She felt drawn to him like nobody else. He had killed her father! She began breathing heavily with panic. A strong wind began to pick up and pull as her tears fell. She felt cold and went to grab the furs soon realizing her ankle no longer hurt. "How?" She gasped as she removed the splint.