Hidden Treasure
Third POV
Selothis sat in his room with heavy curtains drawn shut against the moonlight. He hated moon, he hated it beams, and he hated the existence of moon goddess. She was sitting in her palace, loitering around the universe in her silver chariot while he was here, sitting in a room where the only light, was the dying embers in a fireplace. He stared at the embers, having forgotten to feed the fire because he was too busy thinking about the boy called Bradley. He had sniffed him as a werewolf. And that meant that he was somewhere pretty nearby. How could he not sniff a werewolf close to his house? He was seething because even his cult members couldn’t detect werewolves. How could they? They were all fucking humans.
His hand grasped the hilt of his dagger. He rubbed the cold steel absently, as if it would anchor him. This dagger was specially built to kill those who carried her bloodline.
The cultists were growing restless after the attack on their ritual. They wanted revenge. They were scared of they were raided, the police would discover bodies in the vicinity of the woods. And the number of bodies- He let out a growl. He as their leader had to promise them that Bradley, the boy who interfered with their mission, would be dealt swiftly.
“Patience,” he muttered under his breath as he got to fill the glass of whiskey. The shadows around him moved, agitated by his patience. But the word had become his mantra all these centuries.
The bloodline of the Moon Goddess was ancient and powerful. Its remnants were hidden for centuries, buried under myth and legend. Selothis knew the truth. He had to seize one of the descendants and get his kingdom back.
The next morning, he set his plans into motion. He had catalogued Brad’s scent. He tracked it and it took him to the college. And there he was shocked to get fading smells more werewolves. One in particular caught his attention. She was a bear shifter A professor called, Tulip Montana. He used his weak magic to look like a student, and mingled well with them. Over the conversation he came to know about Matt Erikson, and how he jilted her for a girl called, Tamara.
He used his weak magic to look like a professor, and walked in the campus with deliberate steps the next day, his eyes scanning the students who bustled past him. And then he saw her–he caught the scent of Tulip, a professor at the college, walking by with a group of students.
Successfully unlocked!
Selothis approached her with ease. He adopted the air of a charming professor, and spoke with her as if he they were colleagues. He had this deep, smooth voice that
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captivated her immediately.
“Professor Tulip,” he greeted, his eyes locked with hers.
When she looked at him, she let out a rough breath, easily falling to his charm. “Yes?”
He smiled. “I’m Selo Othis, professor of ancient history. I was wondering if we can talk?
Before Tulip knew it, she was mesmerized by him, and under his control already. They were in the library for the next hour. She went to take her classes but returned again and again to meet Professor Selo. By the time she had to return home, she found herself inviting him to her house in the campus.
As she drove with him to her house, Selo really wanted to get inside because he hated moonlight. “This place is lovely,” he commented as he looked at the boring vista.
She chuckled. “Thank you.” She went on to get wine for them. As she offered it to him, she said, “I looked at your profile. It is quite impressive.”
Selo smiled. “I did my PhD in ancient history and myths.” He had asked one of his hacker cultists to create his profile in the college’s system.
“That’s awesome,” she replied.
He grinned. Then in a low voice he touched her nerve. “I heard about Matt Erikson- how he jilted you.”
Tulip blushed. That meant that he on track. “I didn’t have anything to do with him.”
So she was trying to save herself.
“But you’re such a beautiful woman,” he added. “If it were for me, I’d worship your body like a goddess.”
And Tulip was floored. “Would you?” she asked suggestively.
“Like a starving man.”
In less than fifteen minutes, they were on her bed, having wild sex. He gave her what she needed, and now it was time to get what he needed. He intertwined his hands with hers, and asked, “I heard you also had a spat with a boy called Bradley Vaslof.”
“That fucker!” Tulip grated. “He was the one put me in this jeopardy.”
“Oh, really? Do explain. We can make his life miserable together.”
Tulip laughed. She spoke at length about Bradley, Matt and Tamara. In about an hour, he knew everything he wanted to, including the curse breaker, Luna Auren. Selothis couldn’t help but feel that finally victory was going to be his. He had to find the curse breaker. But before that, he had to fine Bradley, and Tamara.
He left Tulip and walked to Bradley’s house. He instructed his shadows to keep a watch on them. He hated the moonlight, but he had to endure the beams for his plans to work. When he reached there, he circled it from the shadows, trying to stay in the
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woods, taking every detail, waiting for any movement. His instincts flared because the house was filled with werewolves.
As he drew nearer, he sniffed Bradley again. But then a faint scent of blood tickled his senses. It was that of a werewolf, but it had the power of magic. Latent magic.
The shadows around him hissed, begging him to see what it was. When he nodded, they rushed to the house as he stood in the shadows of the woods, contemplating his next move. The shadows came back to him, ascertaining that there was something special about the girl in the room on the first floor. Excitement buzzed through him. Did he finally found what he was looking for? He couldn’t thank enough Summer, the girl who brought Bradley to him.
In order to test his theory about the bloodline, which he knew carried special powers, he placed a wilted rose on the balcony of the girl’s room. When she came out and stepped on the thorny stem, blood oozed out. And it nourished the rose, making it bloom.
Fuck. He stared at her intensely. His next and absolute sacrifice. His gateway to the dark kingdom. A deep satisfaction surged through him, overpowering his exhilaration. After waiting for ages, finally, he found the hidden treasure. Tamara. The girl who had to die.
