Forbidden Mate: Awakening

Things got pretty tense between our grove and the vampire coven, and it started feeling pretty dangerous around here. Our peaceful grove turned into a freaking war zone. It’s like we couldn’t even tell who was on our side anymore.

Strange messages started coming to us from unknown messengers. The messages scared us, warning us about an upcoming war. Each note made us feel uneasy – some written in a very dark shade of red blood spelling out, “Prepare for war.”

The pack hunters were getting antsy, honing their instincts due to the oncoming threat. The boundaries that used to keep us apart from the vampire realm were now the battleground of an invisible war. Every night, spies would sneak into our territory, aiming to weaken and scare us.

We all got together, making plans and gearing up for the inevitable fight. The pack hunters stepped up their game, training even harder and improving their skills to take.

The nights grew scarier, and the forest seemed to warn us of impending doom. Even the sound of leaves rustling by made us shiver, and the wind carried the scent of blood and betrayal. We fortified our base, strengthening the trust within our group, because we knew that unity would be our greatest weapon in the war that was to come.

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A meeting was set up between my parents and Rex, the Alpha, to find a solution to the insufferable advances of the vampires. I watched nervously as they gathered in the main hall, looking tired and worried.

The atmosphere grew tense as they started talking.

Rex spoke first.

“We can’t ignore the signs anymore,” he said firmly, looking at my parents. “The attacks at the borders and the mysterious messages show that a war is coming. We need to be ready.”

My father, standing tall and steady, agreed. “We understand how serious this is, Alpha,” he replied calmly. “But we must remember the importance of finding peace. We can’t let fear make us aggressive.”

Rex looked skeptical, narrowing his eyes. “Peaceful solutions haven’t worked before,” he argued. “We have to think about our pack’s safety. It’s our duty to protect them.”

My mother spoke up calmly but firmly. “Alpha, we care about our grove’s safety too,” she said, “But let’s not forget the power of unity. We’ve faced challenges against other creatures in the past and overcame them by cooperating. Fear and mistrust shouldn’t divide us.”

“Don’t be foolish. You know how merciless and strong-headed those creatures are.” Rex spat back at my mom. “There’s no ‘unity’ in their vocabulary. They already started this and we will end it. They wanted this division and we will surely give it to them.”

“Alpha, I know the best and safest option now is to prepare for war but we need to have other alternatives. The threats and intrusions may just be their tactics to scare us into doing something they’d actually use to sabotage us. Think about that. We should just be very strategic in our proceedings from hereon.”

Rex seemed to soften a bit as he considered my father’s words. He was always more conversational with my father than my mother. There was a hint of understanding in his eyes, a glimpse of the leader he used to be, who made alliances and sought peace.

“You have a point,” he admitted, sounding a little resigned. “But we need to find a way to protect our pack, to make sure they’re safe first. That’s our main priority. We can’t just wait for something bad to happen.”

My parents nodded, acknowledging Rex’s concerns. The weight of their responsibilities was clear, and I admired their commitment to our pack.

“Let’s explore all options,” my father suggested firmly. “We’ll strengthen our defenses, increase surveillance, and try diplomatic solutions. But we won’t turn to violence unless we have no other choice.”

Rex looked at my parents for a moment, cautious yet respectful. “Okay,” he finally agreed. “I hope your optimism is right, for the sake of our pack.”

As the meeting ended, there was a sense of hope in the air. The possibility of war was very likely. But my parents showed their commitment to diplomacy and conflict management, refusing to let fear control their actions. I was there watching them; Rex and my parents. This gave me a renewed sense of purpose.

Our pack’s future was in danger, and it was our responsibility to overcome the difficulties that lay ahead. Frequently after that, my dad would hold gatherings with all of us to give us “pep talks” and encourage us mentally for what was ahead. We promised to stay united and face any obstacles that came our way. Our goal was clear: to keep our pack safe and maintain the peace we had worked so hard for.

The war approaching made us scared, but we refused to lose hope. We knew that if we stuck together and stayed strong, we could figure out a way to bring peace, even when things seemed uncertain and gloomy.

But, the thought of a war…. I didn’t want to think of it at all.

•••••••••••

Adrian was free to patrol around the gate till midnight. I took this opportunity to meet him after a long while.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Under the moonlight, I sat next to him, relishing in the moment I so wanted to experience more often than not. We had finally found a moment alone in the midst of all the chaos that was happening.

I laid my head on his shoulder as we both watched from afar the security men give instructions to one another. The security around the house got tighter so the protocols had been changed.

Adrian held my arm and pulled me closer to him, sending currents down my body. I had missed our intimate moments, peaceful times I would just sit with him, in silence or dialogue, and we’d just enjoy ourselves in the serenity. I was glad this was one of those moments.

I had so many things I wanted to tell him, but I chose to keep quiet to wait for him to speak first. I still remember he had much more to reveal to me so I waited until he attempted first.

Adrian looked at me resolutely as he began to speak. “Lily, I wasn’t done that day – the last time we spoke.,” he said urgently.

“Yeah…”

“There’s honestly a lot I have to tell you but remember I said I’ll tell you bit by bit.”

“Yeah…”

He breathed out and pulled me away from him so I could face him squarely, “There is a secret prophecy that connects our destinies, and it could change the future of werewolves and vampires. If it’s fulfilled, it could change everything.”

His words intrigued me, and I leaned in closer, urging him to continue. “Prophecy? What do you mean, Adrian? What does this prophecy say?”

He took a deep breath, stared at the moonlit sky and then back at me. “Remember I was part of the Shadows almost all my life. They had access to all these ancient wisdom, prophecies, and so much information about the world we live in. According to ancient texts, there will come a time when the fate of both our kinds hangs in the balance,” he explained, a hint of worry in his voice. “The prophecy speaks of another chosen person who can bridge the gap between werewolves and vampires and bring about a new era.”

I was awestruck by the significance of his revelation. It felt like the universe was trying to tell me something important, but it also felt like a blur. “A chosen one? But that’s you, is it not?”

“No. I’m the vessel, I mean the person who can handle a particular great power as my hybrid nature exudes. It speaks of me being one side of a coin and emm…” he looked like he was trying to remember something, “I’m trying to remember a riddle…em, something flicker and light coming together, to em..”

“When the shadows and flickers unite to bring light, then you’ll know the new era has come.”

“Yes yes! That’s it! How did you know?”

“Those Black Healers that performed the ritual on you – they told me before they left.”

“Oh…”

“Blood will always run through the hunter, but the hunted will never be the hunter. This will change in the time when the shadows and flickers begin to produce light together.”

“Where did you get that one from?”

“A journal in my dad’s study room.”

“Your dad’s journal?” He raised an eyebrow.

“An ancient looking cryptic journal.”

“Hmmm, and what’s it doing in your dad’s study room?”

“I have no idea.”

“Lily, you do realise we’re the only two people who’ve read and received those prophecies, right?”

“What?” I was caught off.

“Ancient prophecies in our realm aren’t written in English or any visible or readable language. In fact, they aren’t written at all. They are gifted. You’ve been gifted those prophecies as I have been.”

I was trying my best to catch up and understand exactly what he was driving at but nothing was clicking, until he finally said…

“Lily, I think you’re the other side of the coin. You’re the second chosen one.”