Chapter 10: Journey Pulse

  Evanora’s POV

  I sat perched on a garden rock, idly poking at my teeth, when Zagan approached, curiosity practically radiating from him.

  “Faith, what's with the tooth obsession?” he asked.

  I sighed, deflated. “My fangs. They're gone.”

  His green eyes widened. “You mean your vampire fangs?”

  I nodded. “Poof. Vanished. And with them, any decent defense mechanism.”

  Zagan frowned. “Another rogue?”

  I let out a dry chuckle. “Nope. Just the Gamma, being his usual charming self.”

  Zagan’s face hardened. “He attacked you?”

  I waved it off. “Just your average neck-grabbing, throat-squeezing Tuesday.”

  He muttered something about wolves needing a code of conduct. I grinned. “Don’t waste your breath. I’ll just growl at him next time.”

  Before he could answer, Kaden’s voice cut through the air—low, sharp, and suspiciously well-timed. There were someone always listening to us.

  “What’s this about Gamma attacking you?”

  I didn’t flinch. “I went for a walk. He played territorial. Ordered me back to my quarters, got handsy when I refused.”

  Kaden’s reply? “Maybe now you’ll learn your lesson. Curfew is 8 p.m. Don't test it. And be ready i will be needing you in my office soon , the maids will call you both"

  Before we could respond.

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  He stalked off, without a glance. He has his own temper so do many wolves despite of

  I stood firm under Kaden's scrutiny. "What’s this about Gamma attacking you?” I didn’t flinch. “I went for a walk. He got territorial, ordered me back to my quarters, and got handsy when I refused.”

  Kaden's response was laced with a hint of satisfaction. “Maybe now you’ll learn your lesson. The curfew is 8 p.m. Don't test it. And be ready; I'll need you both in my office soon. The maids will summon you.”

  Without another word, he turned and stalked off, leaving us to exchange uneasy glances. It was clear that Kaden had his own temper, and he wasn't alone – many wolves did, indeed.

  Zagan turned to me, lips pressed into a tight line. “It’ll all be fine once we return to the kingdom.”

  Oh sure. Totally fine.

  Let’s see:

  1. Escape the pack.

  2. Reclaim my missing Devourix heart

  3. Replace it—preferably without dying in the process.

  I didn’t say any of that out loud.

  Later, a maid appeared. “Beta Kaden requests your presence.”

  Naturally.

  Halfway to his office, Zagan fell into step beside me.

  “Both of us?” he asked.

  I shrugged. “Apparently.”

  Inside, Kaden greeted us with an annoyingly polished smile.

  “You two vampires are coming on a trip.”

  Zagan’s eyes narrowed. “What kind of trip?”

  “A vampire coven’s territory,” Kaden replied. “They’ve had rogue trouble, too. But they don’t trust wolves. We need... friendly vampire faces.”

  I blinked. “So we’re the peace ambassadors?”

  Kaden nodded. “Exactly.”

  Zagan and I exchanged a look. Escape potential: medium-high.

  “We’re in,” I said quickly.

  Kaden hesitated. “Aren’t you still master and slave?”

  Zagan stiffened. “She is not my slave.”

  “Good,” Kaden said dryly. “Leave in the morning. Pack for a week. Rules: no bloodsucking, no shifting, no accidents. Understood?”

  As we left, I whispered, “Time to put on our charming vampire masks.”

  Zagan smirked. “And plot our great escape.”

  We strolled toward my quarters.

  “I’ve never heard of a vampire coven here,” Zagan murmured.

  “Neither have I,” I said. “Which means they’re either very smart... or very dangerous.”

  He nodded. “What do wolves want from vampires?”

  “Rogue strategy, maybe. Or power.”

  Zagan lowered his voice. “We tread carefully, Your Highness.”

  Agreed.

  The existence of a vampire coven in wolf territory was a historical anomaly. The Great Dimensional Divide—created by the Council of Supernatural Beings—separated realms to prevent wars. Only sanctioned portals allowed passage. Most vampires lived in the high castles or fed from secret blood banks in the human world. To see a coven here raised more questions than answers.

  I had known of rogue witches, exiled changelings, and even cursed realms—but this? Uncharted territory.

  The next morning, I donned a purple floral dress, packed my essentials, and waited. Ylfa knocked on my door, her usual subdued smile in place.

  “Time to roll, Fate.”

  I joined the group: Zagan, Kaden, Gamma, and ten wolf guards. We boarded separate vehicles. I was stuck with the betas and egos.

  In the vehicle, Gamma leaned back and smirked at Zagan.

  “Think you vampires can keep up with wolf speed?”

  Zagan beamed. “I can run fast. Never raced a wolf, though.”

  “Maybe we should fix that,” Gamma said.

  Then he turned to me. “What about you, slave? Got any talents besides drama?”

  I pictured peeling the skin off his smug face and smiled politely. “Nope. Just your average powerless girl.”

  Before he could fire off another insult, Kaden growled, “Enough. We arrive soon. Save it.”

  Outside, the terrain shifted. Red rock, twisted trees, shadowed peaks—the kind of place you expect to find secrets buried under every stone.

  Inside, I stewed.

  Why a coven here? Why trust the wolves? Were they truly allied—or waiting for the

  perfect moment to strike?

  One thing was certain: something in the wind had changed.

  The road to answers just got darker.

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