Chapter 4

Jake's POV

As soon as Jaxon spoke to me through the mind link, I hurriedly sprinted into the forest. Not bothering to take off my clothes, I set my wolf free. Jaxon has been running patrols around the kingdom to ensure his king, my father's safety.

Of course, no harm could reach my father since he's under king Crest's protection. But still, precaution is essential.

Today is our last day of visiting. I talked to my father a while ago about me staying in the demon and witch's kingdom longer than they intended to stay.

We argued due to the fact that I was soon to become king and need to be present on our land to make sure I fully understood my duties. But at the end of the day and after a lot of clash, I succeeded to convince him.

My main reason for staying is Lola. I can't leave her unguarded knowing that someone's after her. I have been trying to suppress my feelings as long as I could, but no more.

Seeing her with Mark had put my wolf on edge. I understand he's like a brother to her but my possessiveness has gotten the best of me.

It's unheard of for a werewolf to mate with a race other than its own. But I couldn't imagine my life without her by my side, even if it means rejecting my true mate. I don't give a damn.

I know what I need in life and what I need is her.

I remember the promise I made for her when we were younger.

I was fourteen back then. We sat in the field of my father's castle. Both her and I laid on the ground and stared at the sky full of stars.

"It's beautiful." She whispered, mesmerized by the view.

It truly was beautiful. I usually snuck out of my room every night to come to the field. It brought me piece. I wanted to share this amazing scene with someone special. I looked at Lola who had her hands locked under her head.

Remembering that it was her last day in the castle, my heart ached. Being with her make me feel happy. She can draw a smile on someone's face without even trying.

When she noticed my gaze, she turned her head and our eyes lock.

"Is there something on my face?" She pouted looking incredibly cute.

"No. Beautiful as always." A lock of her hair fell down her face. Before she could reach it, I quickly put it back in place. She blushed, her cheeks turning crimson red.

"I don't want to go back. I'm having a lot of fun here. I will miss you." She grumbled crossing her arms. I noticed her eyes watering.

"Shh, don't cry. I promise I will always be by your side." She sniffled.

"Really?" Her innocent eyes lit up making me smile.

"Of course. I can't live without you now can I?" I joked but was surprised when she came close and hugged me.

"No you can't. Neither can I Jake." I caressed her cheek as both of us fell into silence.

My paws dug deeper into the humid soil, growling. Each and every night I drift to sleep thinking about her hypnotizing emerald eyes hoping that someday, I'll wake up to them in my bed.

I yearn her presence, crave her touch. It's not something I can control.

She completes me. She is my other half.

I love her. Truly love her.

Spotting Jaxon a couple of miles ahead, I lessened my pace.

'What's wrong?' I demanded noticing his tense form.

'Jake, look at these foot prints.' He ushered me to where the footprints were.

Just by looking at them, I could directly tell it wasn't a werewolf. These footprints were of a creature much larger. Never have I seen something like this before.

'I caught a glimpse of the creature. It was tall, beast like. Body so dark and a very creepy face. I wanted to take it down but it disappeared.' Jaxon explained.

A low growl emitted from my chest.

'We need to inform the kings immediately. This is getting dangerous.' The beta nodded, following me as we sprinted heading towards the castle.

The kings were in a meeting in Crest's office. His office had a dark aura around it. Pitch black walls and a few white lines in the midst of it. Simple yet spooky.

A mahogany desk was placed at the far end of the chamber beautifully carved in what seemed to be ancient symbols.

King Crest sat behind it, shoulders straight and a serious look on his face. Behind him, three arming swords were hanged.

When I stepped closer, all of the kings' attention was fixed on me. I cleared my throat looking straight into Crest's eyes.

"My apologies for interrupting, but the beta found some kind of footprints in the forest." After saying so, King Greg stood up and walked closer until he was in front of me.

"How did they look like?" He questioned, startled.

"The footprints were large; it definitely wasn't a werewolf." I paused taken aback by Greg look of distress but nevertheless, continued.

"Jaxon, the beta, caught sight of the creature. Its body was of a dark color, tall, beast-like features. We have never encountered such thing." My father raised his eyebrows in surprise and so did Roland, the king of vampires whereas Crest's expression could not be read.

"Then my vision is true." My gaze went back to Greg who was rubbing his forehead.

"What vision?" I questioned.

"Sit down Jake. I will explain everything." He sighed, his voice strained. I sat next to my father, curiously eyeing the king of angels. Not once have I seen Greg this stressed since he's usually the calmest.

"A hundred years ago, there lived a fifth supernatural race. They called themselves 'fiare' which means beasts in roman. The color of their bodies shows its strength.

The darker, the stronger. Deceitful red eyes, sharp shark like teeth and horns on either sides of their heads. At some point, they felt superior to all being in the supernatural world and planned to conquer it. As soon as the kings knew of their plan, they did whatever it takes to stop them.

In a moonless night, we attacked. All four kingdoms. They were taken off guard, not expecting our attack. We made sure to kill the last of them. But somehow, one managed to escape and went into hiding." He furrowed his brows.

"Does this have to do with your vision?" I asked. Greg nodded.

"They seek revenge. They want to wipe our very existence. Loath, fury and revenge is all they could think of. But it's not that easy, they need an element to do so."

By now, everyone was looking at Greg with panic, fearing what happened in the past will repeat itself.

"Which is?" Crest questioned

A feeling in my gut told me I wouldn't like the answer. Greg turned to Crest, sorrow covering his features.

"Your daughter, Lola."

My blood ran cold

Lola's POV

Mark an I went to the medical wing. Luckily, the burn hadn't hurt that much considering that I had just been hit by a fire ball. It stringed of course, but the pain was bearable.

Neither of us talked all the way up until we reached our destination.

The medical wing was like a small infirmary equipped with all sorts of medication. Pain killers, antibiotics, creams and the list goes on. Much like any infirmary, all of it was plain white except for the bed which was a pale shade of blue.

I watched as Mark rummaged through the cabinets at the upper right of where he was standing and pulled out what seemed to be an antibiotic ointment. He came to my side and applied the ointment on the burn area of my arm. I winced as the ointment touched my skin but relaxed afterwards as the area numbed.

Finishing his task, Mark returned the antibiotic to its place. When he turned around, he crossed his arms, a determined look on his face.

"Care to tell me what's happening between you and lover boy?" He was referring to Mark. I rolled my eyes but frankly, I didn't know whether it's a good idea telling him or not.

"He's just a friend." I protested but even I didn't believe the words coming out of my mouth. I was hoping Mark would drop the subject, but knowing him, he wouldn't.

I groaned when I saw him arching his eyebrows daring me to lie. I have no way out.

This guy knows me too well.

Figuring out I had no choice but to spill the beans, I began talking.

"Look, the moment he arrived something felt different. I tried denying it but day by day it seemed too obvious to avoid. He became more and more protective. Whenever we speak, a glint in his eyes appears. Every time I talk to a man, he fumes in anger.

He wraps an arm around me as if telling every male in this castle to back off. Hell, even the guards are afraid to look at me when he's around." I proclaimed. Mark was all ears but said nothing as he knew there was more to come.

"Plenty of times he wanted to tell me something but decided not to. Sometimes, it feels as if he's having an inner battle with himself. I have feelings for him, you know I do but everything is so vague right now." I murmured. I slumped my shoulders feeling defeated.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't notice Mark shifting to sit next to me. It wasn't until he cleared his throat that I fell out of my trance. To my surprise, he wore a one-million-dollar lottery winning smile.

"Well aren't you in love." He stated in a matter of fact tone.

"I'm not in love!" I snapped but by the twinkle in his eyes, I knew he wasn't buying it.

"You are so in love babygirl," He teased, "and denying your feelings only proves my point even more." Catching my glare, Mark chuckled. He was starting to get on my nerves.

Shouldn't he be telling me that falling for Jake isn't a good idea?

"Shut up. Even if I do love him," I quoted the words with my fingers, "it just won't work out." I muttered, my voice was barely above a whisper. It really won't work out, he's a werewolf after all.