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Chapter 10

It had been days since I last saw Xander. To be honest, I had desperately been avoiding him.

Sometimes at night, I would wake up completely drenched in sweat, and I would have this inexplicable desire to open the adjourning door to Xander’s chamber and ravage him. I never was a very chaste person, but these sudden urges were frightening me enough to force me into staying in my room. Both doors bolted, and a chair wedged under the handle at all times.

I almost didn’t dare open the door to get the food Leo brought me. I only did it when I was highly famished.

“Xander should be the one locking himself up when I go crazy. This is stupid; I could just unlock everything and hunt him down...” I told myself frustratingly.

Calling him by his preferred name still felt foreign in my mind. It was like I was doing something illegal. This was ironic because the whole 'me being alive' was something forbidden.

When King Cardinal’s reign ended, the Usurper King Osprey had ordered a witch hunt for what he referred to as the Unnaturals. Anything not human was now an Unnatural, and they were hunted down and killed. Magic wielders such as I went into hiding.

King Osprey hated us, so he ordered the execution of many magic wielders and shifters the first instant he stepped on the throne. His idea of balance was that no one or thing should be superior to him. If they found you to wield magic or shapeshift, it was a kill on sight order. Simple as that.

When the kingdom fell, I was hiding, and eventually, I was sold, passing off as human.

Hiding my magic had almost made me go mad. I was purposefully splitting myself in two, renouncing who I indeed was, and my first year of suppressing that power made me extremely ill.

Remembering this made my heart sink. The years that followed were not kinder to me. I was born in nobility, and I had not wired my brain to comply as easily as those of good working folks.

Holding the Lupinotuum Encyclopaedia in my hands, I thought about the wolf shifters and what they had also suffered at the hands of King Osprey.

I had never met one, even in my previous life. I had only heard about them from what my history teacher told me. They were part of the balance that the Faiths kept. The Faiths were supernatural beings capable of exerting forces beyond measures to maintain balance in the world. The Faiths balanced the Humans and the Shifters. The sun and the moon.

Magic wielders were in-between. They were created by mistake hundreds of years ago, and no one really knew how they were shaped.

I sighed, looking at the cover of the encyclopedia. Why would my magic want me to look at this? And how was this book still intact? Osprey had ordered every book on magic or shifters to be destroyed.

After I had retrieved the book from the library, I returned to my room and placed it on the table. I could not open it and read its content.

The worn patches of brown leather that held the book together looked old. I almost didn’t want to touch the book for fear that it would break if I didn’t handle it gently.

When I had gotten up that morning, I decided that I had procrastinated enough and that it was time I started examining the writings within, even if deep down I was straight up chickening about what I might find.

I flipped through the first few pages. Nothing was eye-catching, just more confusing big words that writers used in the old days to make stuff sound more scientific and interesting.

“Lycanthropes, Lycans or Werewolves, are considered shifters. Although contrary to their shifting counterparts, they cannot transform their bodies into a full wolf form. Their transformation is much more excruciating and complex. Their bones break and are reshaped inside their bodies to make them bigger, faster, and stronger. They have a wolf-like appearance, but with a humanoid form, meaning they can walk on two legs or crouch and run on all fours.” This surprised me; I didn’t know there were two types of shifters. I thought that there was only one. Curious.

I moved the book closer and continued, “The first recorded Lycan was born of shifter parents. They noticed the malformation when the boy shifted for the first time, which occurs around ten years of age. The boy had wolf facial features and grew fur on his body as any Shifter would, but some speculated that a mutation within caused the boy to keep a human-like physique.

Albeit they are more agile and ferocious than Shifters, it is surprising that they keep their consciousness while in their Lycan form, whereas Shifters have what they call a “wolf conscience” that takes over them while in their wolf state. It takes a mentally strong Shifter to be able to somewhat control the wolf. Still, they eventually revert to their animalistic instincts, and once they shift back as humans, they often remember what their wolf did. One similarity they share is silver. Apart from slightly burning them, silver renders their ability to shift ineffective, so if one is in direct contact with the metal, they cannot transform into wolf or Lycan form.”

I placed my thumb and index finger over the bridge of my nose and exhaled a bit dramatically. My magic showed me this book for a reason, but I couldn’t quite put the puzzle pieces to fit.

Was Xander a Shifter? But that would be impossible since it’s a gene that one parent would have to give to their son.

Duke Kestrel was amongst the highest decorated peerage under the Usurper’s command and was one of the first Lords to change side, thus earning him one of the highest titles. He also shared the same beliefs about the Unnaturals. So, I found it highly unlikely that he would be a Shifter or that he would wed a Shifter. Lady Lucia did not strike me as something supernatural.

The shifter gene is not like those who wield magic; it cannot skip a generation or two. One of Xander’s parents would have to be a Shifter, and this was just plain poppycock.

I closed the book annoyingly and stared at it. It was getting me nowhere. Plus, I didn’t care what Xander was; I just wanted to know what was wrong with me!

I was so irritated and angry that blue sparks came out of my hands when I slammed them on the table to get up.

They swirled slowly, then increased in speed. I was panicking. Nothing I did made it stop. I had lost control. The invisible blue force threw the book and started shaking face up on the carpeted floor. The cover flew open, and pages flipped quickly by themselves until they stopped, and the crackling of blue light subsided.

I stayed frozen in place, eyeing the encyclopedia. I was reeling in all my emotions so that I wouldn’t make another involuntary outburst of power.

It opened the book on a page that had Mate bond written at the top. I grabbed it and held it with my left arm while I read, lightly sliding my other hand over the page.

“As the Faiths demand balance in all magical things, lycanthropes and shifters need to find their fated mates to procreate. The males and females Lycan and shifter can use their sense of smell and instinct to detect their mate. It is more complicated when the fated mate is human, as they do not know of their mate unless they meet.

At which time, both species will feel an indescribable magnetism to their other half. Some reported tingling sensations or the feeling of fire deep within their skin upon touching their mate. Most females (shifters and humans alike) will go in and out of heat, as the male pheromones activate the breeding process, and it is completed with the mate bond -”

I threw away the book and grabbed the side of the table to stay upright. This was too much for me. I couldn't be in heat? That was impossible.

My breathing started getting ragged and short. I was hyperventilating, and I knew if I kept this up, I would probably lose consciousness.

As if on cue, black dots started swimming in my vision. The table toppled over with my weight, and my hands and knees hit the floor.

The glass oil lamp sitting on the table fell and broke; some bits of glass cut my forearms as I sank lower on the ground.

I thought I heard banging on the door, but it was probably the pounding of blood rushing to my head.

I fell on my side, and before the darkness swallowed me, I woozily saw that someone had busted my chamber door and was saying my name repeatedly.

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