24

As I laid in bed, Caelan was still in the study looking through books and old documents from centuries ago. Trying to find an answer for the reason why I haven't transformed into a werewolf.

Caelan had given me his blood more than a week ago and I feel no different, if anything I feel healthier, more so than before.

He feels like he's failing me again, which itself is insane, he has done everything he can, perhaps it's because of the stress of everything? After Ron and Mason's trial, I have found myself in a pit of depression. I still cannot believe that they both had something to do with Olivia and her almost killing me.

I am slowly coming to terms with the facts and evidence against them, not only from the past two years but way back too. Apparently, Olivia had more plans set in order after my death.

She had spies in the palace and a small band of supporters throughout The Vale who were promised large amounts of riches if they followed her and helped her overthrow the royal family.

It's almost laughable when you see Caelan and his father Kane in their true form, could anyone even compete with that amount of power? They are halfbreed royals with demon blood running through their veins, they have a long history of ancestors that come from power.

The many supporters and those that were operating within the palace had been found and had been 'dealt with' with a fitting trial and eventually- fitting punishment for the crime against the crowd and royal family.

In the span of a week, I have been cooped up in the palace with Caelan, and when we aren't here, we are at our new home. But is it really home? We are never there, I feel trapped in these palace rooms, as I feared I would be if I ever did agree to live with Caelan.

I hate it, I don't want to be here, hidden away and pictured as a weak human girl like I am in the newspapers who is hiding inside a big palace with lots of guards for her 'safety'.

I hear the door open and I sense immediately who it is. I look to the clock on the bedside table and it's currently 01:23 AM.

Caelan sighs heavily and I hear him undress quickly, the left side of the bed sinks and then I feel him inhale my scent and come closer to my body so he can wrap his arms around me.

I sigh softly. "Any luck?" I whisper, causing him to hug me tighter as he buries his head in my neck.

He groans deeply, causing his chest to rumble. "Not yet, why are you still awake?"

I turn in his arms and I see the outline of his face in the darkroom. "Caelan, you can't keep doing this, you barely sleep or eat, you need to stop, I feel fine, really," I whisper softly as I place my hand on the side of his face.

He sighs exhaustedly. "My mother recommended we visit The Seer of The Vale, I booked an appointment for tomorrow." He says and I look at him confused.

A seer? "As in a prophet of hidden truth? Isn't that all made up?" I ask confused.

He laughs huskily and I feel him shake his head. "No, they are real Acela, but a Seer's image and the truth isn't always right, your future changes with every step you take, but it's our only option right now." He says then leans in and kisses me on the forehead. "Don't worry, I will be there with you the whole time." He promises.

Caelan yawns tiredly. "Let's sleep, it's late." He says and I sigh but nod my head and turn around in his arms and he pulls me into his chest protectively as his arms wrap safely around me.

"I love you Acela." Caelan mutters out as he falls asleep with his head in the nape of my neck.

I feel goosebumps and sigh out tired. "I love you too Caelan." I whisper out, I close my eyes feeling sleep overcome me and eventually I join Caelan as I drift off.

*****

I thought a Seer was a joke in the human realm, something people did to trick people with good observation skills.

But Caelan was right, Seers are real and we are currently downtown in The Vale and both sat in a room, the building is owned by the Seer Onja who will be helping me and Caelan find some answers as to why his blood didn't help me shift.

Caelan squeezes my hand in his which makes me look to him, he smiles that handsome smile I love and I feel more at ease and less tense. "It'll all be fine, lets just give it a try ok?" He says confidently and I nod as I feel my palms begin to sweat when I hear a voice.

The door opens wide from in front of us and there walks in a woman who looks the same age as me, dressed in a dark gown and cape with strange beads around her neck. Her eyes are fully purple and her hair is white and brown, she had dark skin and a slim figure.

Her eyes are solely focused on me and I feel uneasy from the look in her eyes as she studies me. Her head whips to Caelan and she scowls at him. "Prince Caelan, what do I owe the pleasure this time?" She asks with a frown as she sits across from us and stares at us in curiosity.

Caelan growls warningly. "This is my mate Acela, we are here for her, not me." He says and the Seer Onja hums.

She puts her hand on the table with her palm facing up while she looks at me. "Your hand." She simply says and I look to Caelan, he nods and I shakily place my right hand in hers.

Her thumb traces over my palm as she closes her eyes and traces my hand with her thumb only. She stops tracing to write something down on the pad next to her while keeping her eyes closed and then continues to trace my palm with her thumb.

I watch, transfixed on what the hell is happening right now as she writes and traces my hand in hers.

"Hah, this is very unique, yes.. I see now, human you said?" She asks Caelan as she opens her bright purple eyes and looks at him with a smirk, showing her sharp black teeth.

Caelan tenses. "What did you find out?" He asks and Onja eyes grow wide as she smiles.

Onja Looks at me and then sits back in her chair, causing me to rub my right hand with my legs uncomfortably under the table as she stares at me.

"What do you know of your family Miss Acela?" She asks me and I look at her confused.

I swallow a lump in my throat and look at her warily. "I never met any of them, I only had my mother until.. she.. passed, my father died when I was 10, when he was an enforcer for the guard in the human realm." I whisper out quietly as Caelan holds my hand comforting me.

Onja laughs and it catches me off guard as I raise my head and look at her confused. "I apologize, I do not laugh at your loss, tell me do you know what you are Acela Shaw?" She asks amused as he eyes twinkle with knowledge.

I swallow hard and shake my head. "H-Human?" I say dumbly and she grins, her teeth showing.

"You are far from human, in fact, you are the first I've heard of, your kind usually murders baby girls at birth, the fact you are alive is very interesting, very interesting indeed." She says as her eyes study me.

I look at Caelan and his eyes are hard and his mouth is in a thin line, deep in thought. "Tell us what you found Onja." Caelan demands and I feel my palms beginning to sweat.