Lydia's eyes narrowed, her gaze fixed on Akua. "What did he mean?" She demanded, her voice loud and authoritative. And, very quickly, Akua was surrounded by the werewolves.
Akua's eyes darted back and forth, her face pale with fear. But then, a sly smile spread across her face. "I suppose the truth is out." Her voice was laced with malice.
"What truth?" Ryder growled, his eyes blazing with anger. He had been pissed off earlier by the overbearing attitude of the mysterious attacker, because he wasn't able to retaliate and defend his kind. If what the stranger said was true, the witches were indeed toying with them.
Akua's smile grew wider. "The truth about the ritual, about our true intentions. I speak on behalf of the witches. We never meant to break the curse placed on the vampires and werewolves, and that's even an impossible feat. Our goal, as that man said, is to awaken Amon. You all don't know who he is so it's useless even if I explain further. We could have just captured her, without making use of others. But, we planned to use that opportunity to cause a small-scale war between your kind and Malachi's. One more thing, even if that man didn't come, I would have taken Sarah away, before she was fucked. All we did was create a nasty plot. I can't even imagine it really worked, not until it got ruined by that crazy man."
The gathering erupted into chaos, with werewolves snarling and growling in anger.
Lydia's eyes blazed with fury, her voice ringing out. "You lied to us. You used us for your gain. You made that guy kill about twenty of my kind. Trust me, you'll pay with your blood. I, Lydia, will ensure this blood debt is paid."
Akua's smile never wavered, even as the werewolves closed in on her. But before they could harm her, she vanished into thin air.
The werewolves were left staring at the empty space, their anger and confusion evident.
Lydia's gaze turned to the spot where Adam had instructed them to look. "Search the area." She growled, her eyes blazing with determination.
The werewolves obeyed. They got rid of the leaves covering the ground on which Akua stood earlier. And then, they found it— an occult diagram, hidden beneath the shrubs and leaves.
Lydia's eyes blazed with fury. "It seems like we've been tricked. She already prepared all of these a long time ago."
As they escaped the werewolves' gathering, Adam swiftly swept Sarah into his arms, his supernatural speed allowing them to cover great distances in a short amount of time.
They went through the forest, the trees blurring together as they sped past. The wind whipped through Sarah's hair, and she became scared whenever Adam leaped past huge stones. She couldn't help but wrap her arms around his neck, so as to maintain some balance.
Adam almost tripped, for he didn't expect that. His little mistake shook Sarah, destroying her balance. She hugged him tight, pressing her firm breasts against his chest, albeit unknowingly. Adam enjoyed the feeling he derived from the contact and he slowed down his speed.
Sarah failed to notice the change and finally, they arrived at the outskirts of the town, where an old, abandoned mill stood. The mill's wooden walls were weathered and worn, its windows shattered, and its door hanging crookedly on its hinges. The surrounding area was overgrown with weeds and tall grass.
Adam gently set Sarah down on the ground, his eyes scanning the surrounding area to ensure they were alone. He turned to Sarah, who was still catching her breath from their high-speed journey.
"Welcome to my humble abode." Adam said, his tone flat. He gestured toward the old mill, its weathered exterior looking like it belonged in a horror movie.
Sarah's eyes widened as she took in the mill's dilapidated state. "You can't be serious." She said, her tone laced with skepticism.
Adam chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Trust me, it's not as bad as it looks." He offered Sarah his hand, and she took it, her eyes never leaving the mill.
As they approached the entrance, Adam pushed open the creaky door, revealing a dimly lit interior that looked like it had not been disturbed in decades. Sarah's eyes adjusted slowly, taking in the rusty and dusty old machinery, the cobwebs, and the general air of neglect. But Adam's confident stride and gentle smile reassured her, and she followed him deeper into the mill.
As they reached the center of the room, Adam stopped in front of a large, rusty old door. He turned to Sarah, his eyes gleaming with a hint of mischief, "Hold my hand, and trust me."
Sarah's heart skipped a beat as she took Adam's hand, feeling a jolt of electricity run through her body. She blushed as soon as the contact was made, failing to hide it as she hid it during the previous contact. Adam's eyes locked onto hers, and he smiled, his canines gleaming in the dim light.
With a gentle tug, Adam pulled Sarah toward the door. As they stepped through the doorway, the floor beneath them gave way, a gasp escaped Sarah's mouth, and they descended into a hidden underground base.
The ride was smooth and silent, like a luxurious elevator. Sarah's stomach rumbled as they plummeted downward, but Adam's grip kept her stable.
Very soon, they arrived at another entrance. As the doors slid open, Sarah's eyes widened in awe. Before her lay a stunning underground base, filled with opulent furnishings and exquisite artwork. The air was crisp and clean, with a scent of old books filling her nostrils.
The base was designed like a luxurious mansion, with a spacious sitting room, complete with plush couches, armchairs and a roaring fireplace. The walls were adorned with ancient paintings, and the bookshelves were lined with leather bound tomes and rare artifacts.
A fascinating bar stood in one corner, stocked with fine wines and whiskeys. The kitchen was sleek and modern, with stainless steel appliances.
As they walked through the base, Sarah caught glimpses of elegant bedrooms, each with its bathroom. The toilets were spotless, with marble countertops and golden fixtures.
As they finished exploring the base, Adam led Sarah back into the sitting room, where a warm fire crackled in the fireplace. They sat down on the plush couch, and Adam poured them each a glass of wine from the bar.
Sarah took a sip, feeling the smooth, rich flavor slide down her throat. She turned to Adam, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.
"Adam, I have so many questions." She said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Adam smiled. "I'm happy to answer them, Sarah. Fire away."
Sarah took a deep breath, her mind racing with questions. "Okay, let's start with the basics. What is this place? And how did you build it?"
Adam leaned back in his chair, a faraway look in his eyes. "This place has been here for centuries, Sarah. It was built by my pack, back when we were still secretive and nomadic people. We needed a safe haven, a place to call our own, and so we built this underground base."
Sarah's eyes widened in amazement. "Centuries? You mean, this place is hundreds of years old?"
Adam nodded, his expression serious. "Yes, it is. And it's been our home, our sanctuary, for all that time. We've added to it, modified it, over the years, but the core of it has remained the same."
Sarah took another sip of wine, her mind reeling with the implications. "And, what about you, Adam?" How old are you?"
Adam's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Ah, Sarah. I'm an old soul. I've been around for many centuries. Let's just say I've seen empires rise and fall. I'm an ancient werewolf, one of the oldest of my kind."
Sarah's eyes went wide, and her heart danced wildly. " How old, exactly?"
Adam leaned forward, his eyes locked onto hers. He kept leaning forward, till his face was very close to Sarah's. Her hot breath landed on his face, he couldn't help but tease her. "In exchange for a kiss?"
Sarah's eyes widened, her heart racing as Adam's face drew closer to hers. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, and her own breath caught in her throat.
"In exchange for a kiss?" Adam repeated, his voice low and husky.
Sarah's lips parted, her mind reeling with the implications. She felt a flutter in her chest as she gazed into Adam's eyes, seeing the spark of mischief and desire there.
Slowly, deliberately, Sarah nodded her head. "Yes." She whispered, her voice barely audible.
Adam's eyes gleamed with triumph as he closed the distance between them. His wolf growled, convincing him to halt his actions. Adam ignored it, his lips brushed against Sarah's, sending shivers down her spine.
The kiss was soft and gentle, yet it held a promise of something more. Sarah felt herself melting into Adam's arms, her heart pounding in her chest.
As they broke apart for air, Adam smiled. "I think that was worth it." He whispered, his voice full of satisfaction.
Sarah's cheeks flushed, but she couldn't help smiling back at Adam. "I think you are a wicked man." She teased, her voice playful.
Adam chuckled, "Guilty as charged." He said, pulling Sarah back into his arms. "I'm over 1,000 years old, Sarah. Since the time of Viking raids and feudal wars."
Sarah's jaw dropped. She couldn't wrap her head around the fact that Adam was over 1,000 years old. It was too much to take in.
"How did you come into existence? Were you once a human?" She questioned, her tone laced with curiosity.
Adam reminisced about his past, his face was riddled with a lot of complex emotions. He seemed hurt and Sarah sensed that, although it was just for a brief moment.
"Let's talk about that later. Sarah, what gift would you give me? You know I'll halt the deal halfway if you don't provide me a gift." Adam quickly changed the topic, his eyes fixed on Sarah's.
"Halt, my ass! Adam, you don't possess the guts to halt the deal halfway. About the gift, you'll have to be calm. I'll think of something. But, till then, be patient." Sarah said, smiling mischievously.