Chapter 13

VICTOR'S POV

The sun was the only thing that roused me. The air around me was moist but hot. Feeling and smelling earth, it occurred to me where I was.

Damn! I was buried. I used whatever strength I had left to pull myself out. I dusted off the wet dirt from my face.

I couldn't believe I was reincarnated but if it worked that means my theory was right. Legolas would be filled with dread if he knew. I doubted I should tell him anything since he wanted me dead are all cost. It was a wonder I still cared about him. I wished I could go to the palace and tell Legolas the latest development but I would have been long dead before then. Legolas always cut loose ends and unfortunately I was one.

I walked down with the mundanes trying to find a telephone booth and I did. The red telephone booth was right around the corner.

As I walked to the booth, I could see prying eyes following my every move. It was a strange occurrence that I had blood on my clothes or that I was dirty from head down. I ignored their poke-nosing and entered the booth. I had no coins but in a place where coins were always used, coins were bound to be wedged somewhere. It didn't take minutes before I found a penny and threw it into the slot. I ran my finger over the pushbuttons hitting them hard. The line finally rang.

"Hello?"

"It's Victor."

A pause followed and God! I could feel his bewilderment.

"How are you still alive?" He queried, hurting my feelings. Why would he wish me dead?

"We need to talk."

" It's not possible." Legolas resisted.

"It's about the prophecy."

Another pause followed and it made me smile knowing he was reconsidering.

"What about it?"

"It's coming to fulfillment."

I heard curse words then Legolas was restored to his calm state.

"Where do we meet?" He asked.

"The lake," I replied.

"Ok."

The line went static and I placed it back to its cradle.

Legolas was already at the lake. T

His jet black hair was tossed around by the wind, making him look more desirable. Damn! Too bad he wasn't wearing his crown.

"So about the prophecy, what do you know?" He asked, going straight to his purpose of visit.

"No beating around the bush." I joked.

His crooked face met mine. He had a slash on the right side of his face which ran from his forehead down to his cheekbone. The reward from glorious battle.

"I haven't come here to joke." He stiffened.

I remembered there was a time we used to joke. What changed?

"Ok!" I replied with a heavy sigh.

"Avery is now a Shepherd which means she has fully accepted her curse as a pureblood."

" I know. She is the only threat and now the elders want me to sign a treaty with her herd to end the war." He cut in.

"I wasn't done." I retorted. He glanced briefly at me then he conceded that I continued.

"The Evergreen son is a fae born."

For what felt like a millennium, Legolas did not respond plus his expression was unreadable then he suddenly burst into a laugh. It was hollow. He didn't want to believe me but he also dreaded that I could be right.

"How is that possible? The only one who could be or breed a fae born was killed."

"But somehow he survived. Fate or coincidence."

"It not just possible," Legolas interjected.

"How do you think I was revived? His blood resurrected me."

I could see Legolas' eyes widen and his shoulder sunk.

Luckily they still had a shot to stop this since werewolves were extinct or endangered. The presence of Kalim showed to me that something was coming and we shouldn't make any assumptions.

"If you help me end them, to stop the revolution before it is even born, I will give you amnesty. You will be a free faeblood."

On days like this, the only words said were simpers, wicked simpers.

HENRY'S POV

I woke up from the dead and I am a shifter. Whatever my mom just spewed out was impossible. Since I was a child, I bled and felt pain. I was covered in bruises that slowly healed and left scars. My head hurt more only thinking about it.

My mother gave me some sweet-smelling herb to help with the brain dead feeling I was experiencing.

"So I was resurrected."

"Yes!" My mother beamed."The moon goddess kept her word."

Was my father a werewolf too?

My mother answered my question like she was in my head.

" Your father died to protect us. Those monsters slaughtered your father and the entire Mooncrest pack. We might be the only survivors."

Something growled within me. I felt rage and anger toward the faebloods.

"But why all these?"

I was still confused and needed more answers.

"Because Legolas doesn't want to lose the faeblood's legacy. He orchestrated the deaths of our kind and of Avery's kind."

"You know Avery?"

"I knew her parents." My mother responded. It came more like a shock to me. My mom had known all this was going to happen and she acted like she was kept in the dark. Did I even know her anymore? My whole life was full of jigsaw puzzles right now.

"So we are meant to do what.?"

My mother stood up from the sofa which was now pressed down thanks to her weight. Her voice felt away when she spoke. It was like she was seeing a vision or just imagining one.

" We take down Legolas' government and bring in our own. No longer will the faebloods control us."

A whole new world I wasn't even ready for. Where was Avery?

I walked to the window to see if she was around. Their house looked desolate, it was desolate. I could literally see into their house. Must be one of the perks of being a werewolf. I felt power and something else. A beast that wanted to be released constantly. My mom's hand touched my shoulder and she told me she would be back.

A car turned up in Avery's driveway and thanks to my enhanced eyesight, I could see her. Damian and Avery got out of the vehicle.

I got out of my house to meet her. I was greeted by a shocked expression and tons of questions.

"How are you alive?".

It was sure going to feel good telling them I wasn't human. Something in me cherished it.

"I'm a werewolf."

It came out quite well. Avery was moved to tears and rushed to hug me. Something took over my body and I held her back. A growl deep in my throat.

What the actual Fu*k? Avery retreated, wary of me or whatever just took over me. My wolf did not want Avery close. It was like it almost detested her.

"Are you okay?" She asked.

I felt play, at least, I felt I was.

"I'm okay," I assured, burying my nails into my bushy hair.

Avery still looked at me with doubt but loosened up.

"I'm happy you're fine." She said.

"So what happened when I died?"

Avery put her thumb into the front pocket of her blue jean and held a smile on her face as she spoke.

" Victor is dead and the faeblood's ruler wants to sign a treaty with the Vampires."

The word "ruler" made me snarl. This time it was me. My father's murderer wanted to end the war he started. Something was odd and I could tell it was a trap.

"I suggest you don't sign it."

"Why?" Damian questioned.

It didn't take long for Avery to guess what was going on.

" Henry, the faeblood king only hunted rogue vampires down."

"And weren't you the most disvalued in the supernatural community." My wolf spat.

"What is wrong with you Henry?"

Avery's eyes turned cherry red, I had to take a step backward out of fear of what she might do.

The wolf was seriously interfering with my life.

"I'm sorry Avery but you have to think. I know you want peace but this treaty has to be false." I advised.

Damian seemed to reconsider, considering all that had happened.

"No!" Avery spat. "The only reason vampires were hated was because the faebloods protect humans and we depend on them for survival. This treaty can build their trust. Now that I own control over the flock, I can live the life I want."

Avery seemed to badly want a normal life. It was the only thing she ever wanted. I needed to shut up and bring up the issue once I could convince her.

"If you don't believe me, I'll prove it."

"We'll be waiting."

Avery and I really bonded when we were kidnapped, she was changing but it wasn't only her. The beast inside me was also changing me.

KALIM'S POV

"What was mother like?" I asked my father.

He looked at me strangely before talking.

"You've never asked me that before. Is anything wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." I lied.

The truth was I had been contacted by the faebloods to join a school for gifted faebloods. To enter, I had to know the lines I descended from. I never knew my mother's line and I had never even asked if she had surviving relatives.

"She was a puddledblood. More human than fae."

Bummer! Just when I thought I could finally join the academy.

"What line?" I inquired.

My father's sudden pause reminded me he was a bad lair. He was probably concocting a new lie.

"Dad, the truth!" I begged.

" Farsack."

It was a funny name but I was sure going to look it up. I had taken the family Chronicles. It would have some truth there if he was lying.

"Thanks, Dad," I responded.

I then let out an exaggerated yawn to announce to my father I was going to sleep.

"Goodnight Dad."

"Goodnight son."

The Chronicles was an old leather-bound book. It was supposed to contain the creature my family had encountered or slain.

I scrolled through the edgy pages searching frantically for what I wanted and occasionally getting engrossed in the slaying of demons and even Sirens.

I finally got to my family tree. The first tree was from my father's line. His father was the only faeblood alive in that line. Faebloods were not immortal but we were resistant to illness and aged slower. The last page was supposed to contain my mother's line. I was angsty with anticipation as I flipped the page over. It was torn out.

I knew it. My father was keeping something and if he could go through any length to keep it from me. It must be a big deal, I had to find out what his big secret was.