Chapter 5 - You won't die.
Sebastian's POV
"What do you mean you don't know where she is? I told you to make sure she rests, but now she is nowhere to be found?"
"We are searching everywhere for her, they are doing their best." Draven says, but it really takes everything in me not to throw him out through the balcony.
And that is when I notice the clouds.
"Are we expecting rain?" I ask him as I turn to look at him for a split second and the puzzlement and confusion on his face matches mine.
"What do you mean Seb?" He asks, calling me the nickname we only use when we are alone around each other.
"The clouds are heavy with…"
"That's not rain." He says and looks up even further and that is when I also notice that the cloud doesn't cover everywhere, just the roof of the east side of the palace.
"I know, it looks too heavy and dark." I tell him and try to squint my eyes."
"Dark magic!" His voice comes out in a panic startling me for a brief moment.
I then use my werewolf vision and the first thing I notice is the stained white gown of the one I'm looking all around the palace for.
But she looked and smelt so weak, she couldn't have suddenly gotten the strength to control dark magic.
My gaze shifts to the left and I notice her.
"Olivia has…"
"She is trying to harm her, seb!" Draven's alarmed voice rings in my ear and before I know it, the protective and utmost possessive side of me brings Timothy out.
That after just two leaps, I'm on the rooftop and standing in between my self imposed Luna and the one who has kept me on my toes since I set my eyes on her.
I know Olivia has always had a thing for me and has always wanted to take the position of Luna. Infact, she thinks she owns it, but…
"Olivia." My wolf roars which would have usually called the attention of others, but I realize that it rebounces.
She seemed to have blocked the noise with her black magic.
"Oh Sebastian." She calls in a slur which I have always hated but I can't stress on that now, the little one looks terrified even with her eyes closed needs me.
"Leave her be." I tell her, but it's more of a command than it is a request because like every other subordinate of mine, she heeds to it and becomes docile.
"But…"
"The next time you are caught or reported, you will be banned, barnished and turned into a rogue. Now leave." I tell her and she does just that as well.
Now is the time to focus on the shivering one.
She might just pass out from how fearful she is.
I shift back and hold her hand in mine, carefully so I don't startle her.
Quinn's POV
"I..I'm re..really so..sorry." I continue to plead for my life as I take backward steps, unsure of how I'm going to escape with my life from this vicious and obviously unforgiving werewolf.
Alpha Sebastian is said to be ruthless, but I never heard much about him as the only library I had access to was that of the past rulers and the one that contained war strategies.
The only thing I have in my head is war strategies, how to entrap and escape from an enemy, the pain I'm feeling all over my body, Sabrina's daily bullying and my dream to become strong.
Because never in my life did I think I would come in defenseless and face to face with black magic from someone who wants me dead.
And why?
Because I disobeyed the alpha?
Because I disobeyed the most ruthless alpha, his subordinate comes after me and has to take my life with an abomination.
But how could I have known?
How could I have known that the one who saved me after I was tied and condemned to die from starvation in a strange Pack's basement would turn around and order that my life be taken because I ran away from the room I was asked to rest in.
I'm just twenty, I can't die yet.
I need to live and fulfill my dreams.
I need to get revenge on Sabrina and find my parents, so somebody help me.
I really can't die like this.
My back hits the edge of the railings and I know this is simply the end of it for me.
Because no matter how large the distance I put between us is, the suffocating feeling intensifies even though she doesn't take a step closer to me.
I know this because I didn't hear her move.
Damn evil, I feel like I would die if I don't get air.
A painful sensation as if I'm being torn apart spreadd through my body and I realize that it's me being separated from my wolf.
This vicious werewolf means business. But can't she just be forgiving for once?
I swear I will avoid the alpha with all my life and strength.
And as if she hears me, the pain stops and the suffocating feeling starts to wear off, except I can't bring myself to breath.
The shock of almost dying toys with my subconscious and for a while, I do not know what is going on in my surroundings or with myself at all, until I hear his voice.
"Breath." A masculine voice says and I feel my wrist getting gripped.
Not in a hard or brutal way, but soft.
Soft yet strong enough to pull me into his chest in a bid to comfort me.
But since when did I have someone who cared.
Sir Alberto definitely didn't follow us here, so…
Who in the world is it?
"I c…can…can't bre…be.. breath." I find myself saying.
"I'll help you." He says further deepening my reliance on him.
Is this another form of black magic or what?
Soothing me before I die?
I still have my eyes closed as I'm still too terrified to open it and as if whoever this savior is is just noticing it, he calls it out.
"Open your eyes." The masculine voice says and I find myself unable to disobey or resist this.
Probably still the black magic, but maybe, just maybe this one is for good.
And with my eyes open, I realize I can breath.
So I do just that I gulp in as much air as I can to get my lungs working again. Because I still feel like I would be stripped of my rights to.
After I deem the amount of air I have in my brain as okay, I proceed to focus on my environment.
Where is my killer?