Chapter 207
Third POV
Tulip’s face turned ashen white. Seeing Harison in the grip of shadows, she panicked. “Who are you?” she whispered, her eyes fixed on her mate who was standing still as the shadows continued to grasp him tighter by the second.
Selothis chuckled. “That’s none of your concern. But you’re wasting my time. Tell me Tamara’s address, and I’ll leave Harison.”
Panic warred with anger. Anger won. “If you know that I’m a bear, then you should know not to mess with me.” Her arms rippled with hair and her claws extended.
Harison let out a scream as the shadows clenched him so tight that he couldn’t breathe. He felt like he was going to break into two.
“Leave him!” Tulip snarled. “That’s my mate! If you harm even a hair on his body, I swear to Veles, I am going to kill you so fast you wouldn’t know what happened!”
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Selothis let out a low, dark laugh. “You are delaying. If you give me the address now, I will leave him. Immediately. And don’t mess with my patience. I’m already on the edge.”
She clenched her teeth hard. Harison was getting paler by the second. “Okay!” she rasped, feeling like she was dying with her mate. The pain was too much to bear.
The shadows loosened around Harison, and he collapsed to the ground. He was on his haunches as he gasped and panted to breathe. But the shadows still swirled around him, pulsing, threatening to coil him in their grip.
“Tamara is a werewolf, and she lives in the Shadowfang pack. Her father is Alpha Lucien!” Tulip gave the information, staring at Harison.
Selothis’s lips curled up. “That was nice,” he said and snapped his fingers. The shadows uncoiled around Harison and Tulip darted to him.
“Harison?” she croaked. “Are you okay?”
He nodded, coughing and spluttering. She shot a dark glare at Selothis as he passed by them. Suddenly, he stopped and asked, “Which pack does Alpha Matt belong to?”
“Everflame,” she hissed, wanting him to leave immediately.
Selothis chuckled dryly. He walked out of the room, the shadows following him. But just as he exited, he snapped his fingers again. How could he leave two witnesses who had seen his true face and what he could do as a God? The shadows rejoiced in his command. They rushed back to Tupil and Harison. Before he closed the door behind him, he heard screams of the two of them. He savored those blood–curdling screams for a while and then walked back to his building. He knew that by the time he would be a few meters away from Tulip’s house, the two would be dead. He tsked. “What a pathetic end of mates…” And then he walked satisfied, humming a tune of death. “I’ll be soon there for you, Tamara. You’re my salvation.”
He arrived at his building and summoned all his followers. All of them assembled by midnight as some came from far places. All of the were waiting for him to come and address them about the reason for calling them all in such urgency. They waited for a long time before he came out. As soon as he was out, he took a deep breath in.
“I’ve summoned you alt tonight for a reason,” he said, his voice booming in the main hall. “We will be going to a place called Shadowfang. You won’t find the spot on the map of the world, but it’s a little place where I have found our perfect sacrifice. However, she is surrounded by powerful people. You all have to help me to get to her or get her to me. Are
you with me?”
The hall filled with hums of excitement and agreement,
His lips curled up. Everything was finally falling into place. “Wonderfull” he shouted. “I have placed the map of where to find Shadowfang over there, he added, pointing at a table where the map was stretched. “See it, memorize it and then I’ll tear that map. As soon as you know where the place is go meet you at Shadowlang!”
Another buzz of excitement rippled through the crowd. They all fell into a file and one by one, they looked at the map However, hat is the fah pe was looking at it, they heard sirens wailing loudly,
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Chapter 207
“Shit!”
“Fuck!”
“Is that the police?”
Panic surged through all of them.
Selothis narrowed his eyes. This time panic spilled. The cultists started running hither and thither. Chaos ensued. He let out a low growl of frustration as he turned sharply to retreat into his room. The mayhem outside turned into full blown tension. His cultists were scrambling, rushing in every direction. He shoved a few from his way and entered his room and closed it behind him. Just at that time, he heard the police opening the main door with a bam. They shouted at all the cultists, aiming guns at them.
As soon as he reached the confines of his room, he began pacing. He was unable to make sense of the whole situation. How did the police ow? The timing was too perfect, too suspicious. Who betrayed him? His mind searched for possibilities. It didn’t make sense unless someone was keeping an eye on him. Was someone monitoring his movements? The thought was enough to send him into a spiral. Something was off. The only family that had a beef against him in this part of the woods was Tamara’s. But they had gone away. So the information must have come from someone within the ranks. But who was it? Who could’ve have betrayed him?
His hands tightened into fists. With a growl of frustration, he thought he should go out to help his cult members. But that would be stupidity. He was this close to achieving his target. He wouldn’t risk showing himself. If they captured him, it would be the end. Without another thought, he hurried into the basement, a place no one knew about. The shadows inside welcomed him, swirling around him like old friends. He sat there, melding with them, hearing the sound of footsteps echoing through the building.
He knew that they were searching for him. It made him furious that a god like him was reduced to hiding from humans. He heard the shuffling of feet, murmurs and doors being kicked open. He clenched his jaw to stop breathing when they searched his room. They wouldn’t find much other than the shadows who only moved when he commanded. He wanted to kill all of them, but it would be so fucking stupid.
So Selothis sat hidden in his basement, listening, waiting, wondering who the traitor was. Time stretched as the police continued to search the premises. He could hear them shouting as they rounded up the cult members. Soon they would start digging graves of all those who were sacrificed. He knew that It was a matter of time that the thing would become a full–blown scandal, and the media would have a field day.
The night wore on, and eventually the search ceased. By dawn, he felt like the police finally left. They must have taken all the cultists, except him, He thought of getting out but not so soon. He heard police dogs barking around, and he knew that they were here to sniff the bodies. It made him angry as hell. Now he didn’t know how long was he going to remain in his basement. The hunt wasn’t over by a long shot.
Finally, he came out of his basement on the third dawn when he was sure that there was no sound from the outside. As he walked out, the shadows swirled around him. He noticed that the hall was empty. There were signs of chaos with the dissecting table upturned, and shoes and robes lying scattered everywhere.
He walked softly across the cold stone floor to reach the main door which
was now hanging on the hinges. He peeked out and saw that the place was covered in yellow ribbons that said, ‘Crime Scene. Slowly, he stepped out of the building, checked right and left, and then darted into the thick jungle ahead. He had to get out of here as soon as possible. There were no police, no dogs. Only unearthed graves. Gritting his teeth, he continued to run as fast as possible. He mentally patted himself for never showing his face to the cultists. So the police would now chase a phantom.
Setothis stopped only when he reached the periphery of the jungle on the other side of the main town. He recognized the road ahead of him. It led to the Shadowfang pack. “I’ll get you, Tamara,” he said with a cruel smirk. “You destroyed all I had built in centuries. You will pay for it, and then some more!”
