His eyes narrow. “I did not see.” His voice is so deep, like the shifting of rocks, that I feel blood start to drip from my ears. He finally calms down enough to change back. I watch this monstrous form melt, and then he is before me again with determination on his face.
“I was going to find her, she intrigued me. If they have taken her, they will answer to me. Come, dragon, let us free your mate and find out what the council is truly doing. I might even let you help me kill them.” He walks past me, the hound on his heels which I swear sticks his tongue out at me.
“She doesn’t need rescuing, she can rescue herself, she is strong, really strong. The problem is she will kill all of them. I didn’t want you to come after her.”
That stops him, and he turns his head, a grin on his face. “Your mate sounds like fun. I can’t guarantee I won’t kill her, but I would make it quick. Now, are you coming or do you want the angel to resurrect again and kill you?”
Fuck, what have I unleashed on the world?
I feel her need, it calls to me. Echoing through my head and heart. The urge to rush to my mate’s side is so strong I actually step from the forest. My little monster wants for nothing, yet here she is. Needing me, needing to feed and to fuck and I am not there. I have trust in the fallen, but she is my everything and I am done waiting on the side lines.
I did not become the fabled Cernunnos to hide amongst the trees when the soul I have been waiting for since birth is in need. Turning my head to meet the eyes of the animals waiting for orders, I send the whispers into their head. Giving them instructions on what to do. I have two plans in place.
Give me a minute, I am good.
Give me an hour, I am amazing.
Give me days? I am unstoppable. I could raze this world to the ground and walk amongst the ashes until I found her.
One way or another, the next time I walk free from that house it will either be with my mate or dead. Once they know their roles, I turn back to the house. The early morning light is warming the world, cutting through the dark where humans believe monsters hide.
But monsters don’t just work in the dark, no, they live in the light. Amongst you, hiding in plain sight. I am done hiding. Dawn is mine and I am getting her back. I stood by and did nothing once, and all that was left was the empty husks of the people I once cared about.
If I have to become that monster, the one the world fears, to save my mate, then I will. I will gladly feast on their fears as I kill them. I promised myself never again, but when your mate’s life hangs in the balance, nothing matters. Not fear of yourself, not promises. Just her.
The world is silent, an eerie stillness as if it is holding its breath for what I will do. I know there is something special about my little monster, something destined, and it seems I am part of that destiny now. Actions have consequences and I can feel the fates’ keen eyes locked on me, waiting, wondering.
Maybe this is the reason for my creation, mystics are made for a purpose. The old gods were made to create the races, others were built for a pivotal point in history, but me? I have been waiting...waiting for now?
Dawn is my reason. I will do my duties by the fates and pray they let me live through it to spend a lifetime or two with my mate.
I step from the forest, ready for what is thrown my way. My decision is made, I will pay whatever the consequence may be. As long as my moments are by her side, nothing else matters.
I feel it then, the warm brush of the fates, they whisper to me of destinies and prophecies before blowing away with the wind, and I know I have made the right choice. I am meant to be here, as is Dawn...for what purpose?
We will find out together.
The gravel crunches under my feet as I head to the front gates and wait. Legs spread and head tilted back, I feel the brush