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SYRETIA watched as Vindicatio sprinted up the grand staircase of the castle -- Talise and Odessa right behind him. Moki and Chaska took off down each of the two wings to search for any trace of Salvatore.

It was sickeningly clear to her as to why he was so calm, unphased, and unbelievably helpful while he was captured. He planned on escaping all along, he knew he would be able to.

Syretia took a step forward to follow after Vindicatio but a warm hand gripped her upper arm and tugged her back. She glanced over her shoulder to see Darrin shaking his head.

"It's his fight, we have no business in it," he stated.

"What if he needs our help?"

"You being there won't help him, you'll just be a distraction. And even if he does end up needing help he has Talise and Odessa. Let's go help Chaska and Moki find Salvatore, we'll be more helpful that way. Chaska looked like he was about to be put six feet under." She looked up the staircase once more before turning back to Darrin.

"You're right," Syretia nodded in agreement as she took the lead and went down the right-wing that Chaska had disappeared down.Β 

VINDICATIO sprinted down the corridor, silver sword still in hand. He could hear the light footsteps of Odessa and Talise not far behind. He sniffed the air catching the trail left by Vincenzo and his mother. With every step their scents grew stronger, he pushed through a pair of fastened doors. An empty throne room was revealed. He slowed his pace and looked around. He could sense Odessa and Talise behind him, and when he glanced back he saw that they too were looking around, perplexed expressions on their faces.

Vindicatio sniffed the air again. Their scents? Vanished. He couldn't smell a single trace.

"Work of a witch," Odessa spat as she stepped out from behind him, her long dark hair was fastened into two braids that trailed down her back. Vindicatio felt the sword get wrenched from his otherwise iron grip.

"Leave it to me," Talise growled out, the sword now in her hand. She closed her eyes and did a small chant before lifting her arm wielding the sword, recoiling and launching it into the wall to the left of them, embedding it in the marbled material. Vindicatio and Odessa gave her an odd look. "I'm not just a huntress, I dabble in spiritual sorcery as well. Come on."

She waltzed over to the sword and twisted it, the wall swinging back towards her, "it's a minor locating enchantment," she further explained before stepping into the passageway. Vindicatio and Odessa followed close behind, the dimly lit passageway was coated in dust and cobwebs, it hadn't been used in years.

Upon coming to a dead-end, Vindicatio rammed his shoulder against the wall, busting the dried material enough that all he had to do was deliver a swift kick and it crumpled to the ground revealing another room. Vincenzo was standing in the middle of it, Queen Analyn was near the window. Sebastian was nowhere to be seen.

Vindicatio took a determined step forward, his thoughts filled with malice. Vincenzo took a step forward as well.

"What are you doing here, bastard?" Vincenzo snarled out, "You have no right to the throne, you're worthless. You were made from a moment of weakness. You should be dead. Salvatore should have killed you like I instructed years ago!" Vincenzo shouted, causing his eyes to flash silver. "I was the one who gave him the location of your new pack and the hunter's contact. He had one job! But he had to take control, and fuck it all up."

"You're a pathetic excuse for a king, letting your mate bear another man's child. And then you fell for her fucking charade like a damn fool," Vindicatio said coldly. "I bet that's what tears you up the most, the fact that she was able to pull the wool over your eyes for that long. You had to try something to get back at her. Killing Salvatore and I was the way to go. But unfortunately, you didn't take one thing into account. The fact that Analyn only cares about and loves herself! If you thought that she ever loved you you're a bigger joke of a king than I thought." Odessa and Talise remained on their toes ready for when everything went south, Vindicatio was pouring gasoline into the fire.

Vincenzo lunged forward, knocking Vindicatio to the ground. Vindicatio let out a grunt as he collided with the marble floor, the wind getting knocked out of him from the impact. He shoved Vincenzo off of him and he got back onto his feet. He watched as Vincenzo shifted into a golden wolf; a trait for the royals. Vindicatio shifted into his Lycan form. Vincenzo looked up in horror, he had never seen a lycan as big as Vindicatio before. Even Analyn's lycan form dwarfed in size.

Vincenzo plastered on a look void of any emotion as he charged Vindicatio, managing to take out a chunk of fur-covered flesh. Vindicatio whipped around and plucked Vincenzo's wolf off of the ground as though he weighed nothing and tossed him like a rag doll. Vincenzo got back to his feet and charged once again, Odessa and Talise jumped into action fending Vincenzo off from Vindicatio. Vindicatio watched as they began to tear into him, causing him to falter and fall.

Vindicatio found great pleasure in watching the two she-wolves alternate attacks, sending Vincenzo to the ground over and over. Vincenzo had never been trained in combat, he refused it; he had guards to protect him. But that had proven to be one of his biggest mistakes.

The king had been overthrown by a pair of she-wolves. Vindicatio suddenly felt a searing pain in his gut, he looked down to see the tip of a silver sword coated in blood sticking out from his stomach. He had been backstabbed, literally.

"Did you know that a lycan can only be killed by a severed spine? One twist of this sword and you're dead," he didn't recognize the voice at all. It held no distinct accent. He heard the voice chant something quietly before both Talise and Odessa fell to the floor unconscious. "Drop to your knees." Vindicatio felt himself forcefully shifting back to his human form as he fell to his knees, the sword tweaking his spine causing him to grit his teeth in pain.

"Isn't this quite a sight? A powerful beast brought to his knees? Completely powerless." He tilted his head back to see a woman with mocha skin and long raven colored hair gripping the sword behind him.

"Evanora," Analyn said to the woman.

"He made it possible for those she-wolves to slaughter your king, your mate, Analyn," Evanora stated. "Do you feel nothing?"

"I don't," Analyn sobbed out, "don't kill my baby, Evanora! Don't kill my Vindicatio."

"So now you care about your baby? You had so willingly let him go into dormancy in that vessel. What's different Analyn? The fact that you're on the cusp of being exposed to your followers or that he's about to die?"

Evanora said nothing as she twisted the sword, snapping Vindicatio's spine, causing his eyes to glaze over in lifelessness. He was dead.









Just kidding!


Analyn was silent, refusing to make eye contact with Evanora.

Evanora wrenched the sword from Vindicatio's back, tossing it aside. He let out a gasp of air as he watched the sword clatter on the marble floor, specks of blood flying everywhere. His hands were coated in his own blood as he compressed the wound on his gut.

"Your lack of reply tells me that you're more worried about self-preservation than this young man crippling in pain before you. He really means nothing to you, Analyn. You would've run out of here the moment his lifeless body fell to the floor. You would've fled to the lycans. But let me tell you something Analyn, they would never accept you. You're too twisted and corrupt to be a member of the council. And you," Evanora turned back to Vindicatio, her steely gaze pinning him to the floor.

"Do you like this life you're living, Vindicatio?" Evanora asked as she waltzed around from behind him. "Do you enjoy being part human? Or do you miss your wolfish ways that you were banished to while you were dormant in that vessel? If I could put you back inside Ettore would you take that offer? I can see in your eyes that he's in there. Still holding on. He might've been a vessel but over the years he became his own person, he developed a soul. Do you feel bad that he's suffering?"

"I enjoy this life," Vindicatio forced out. "I'll get to spend it with my mate. Ettore was my prison, I deserve to live."

"You're a little selfish, don't you think?"

"Of course I am. But I deserve to be. Ettore had 25 years to live his own life. It's my turn. He took that away from me. You all did! I never got to experience anything and now I do! It's my life now! I thought this over many times. Ettore was kind, understanding. But he was also weak and reserved. We had our differences. But if living, trapped inside of him taught me anything it is that I should be selfish because I fucking deserve to be!

Everyone has been selfish. This was my life to live and instead, my own mother trapped me inside Ettore just so she could keep the throne and that gaudy ass crown upon her head. Ettore got to live out my childhood, my teenage years. And then we got banished to The States and lived a life he accepted. I went along with it all. Him taking over control of two packs, being an alpha. Nearly mating with another female that wasn't our own mate! I was almost forced to love another female that didn't deserve my heart as Syretia does! And then I was thrust to the forefront, as a quadruped, a wolf that knows nothing of human values.

I learned everything through Ettore's experiences. I was forced to survive the slaughtering of his pack. I was forced to live through the hunters and their ruthless training. I was forced to become a monster while he just sat back and watched it all. And then he feigned being the victim when I became too strong for him to control! When he got to be in his human form again -- to be in control again -- do you know what he got the honor of doing! He got to meet my mate! While I was stuck in dormancy again watching him touch her, talk with her. Create a few memories with her. One of the most amazing things that has ever happened to me happened through Salvatore's selfishness. He freed me! He made me my own being. Gave me the life I deserve and yet he's still evil. But he's not quite as evil as you, Madre! Ettore had a good run, but it's my turn to sprint. I will never succumb to that vessel again. Soul or no soul he can be dispelled of.

Odessa and Talise had woken up moments before his rant and they sat silently. Analyn and Evanora stood pin straight. No one knew what to make of his rant, he was right, and yet he was so wrong. He spoke in a manner that was almost animal, everything was for the taking in his eyes. He didn't see compromises or debates, he was right and everyone else was wrong.

The silence was deafening, his remarks had been an onslaught.

Evanora cleared her throat, "I was using this moment as a lesson, and let it be wise to learn from it. One day you'll realize, Vindicatio, that you don't deserve things. You earn them. Through this revelation, you've shown me that you're selfish and fixated on yourself. You are right that you should live freely, but at what cost? You can't pin everything on Ettore and let him go so nonchalantly. It's not right, and I think you know that. Don't become your parents, Vindicatio, there's nothing there for you but misery and self-loathing..."

Evanora trailed off as Analyn began to tremble, gripping her chest as she collapsed letting out a shriek.

"Is it the severed mate bond?" Odessa asked, watching Analyn writhe on the ground.

"No," Evanora stated. "The spell used dark magic and in order for it to work it had to be bound to a living soul."

"You had it tethered to hers?" Talise butted in, looking from Analyn to Evanora.

"Yes, I told her that I'd teach her a lesson for betraying me. The consequences are arising. First, they'll affect her. And then they'll come for me. It's how magic works; there are always consequences," Evanora stated coldly as she dropped next to Analyn, pulling her close. There was malice dripping from her voice as she whispered into Analyn's ear: "my dearest friend, we knew this day would come. Your son is all grown up, he's more powerful than we could've ever prophesied, the consequences are reaping your soul at an accelerated rate, don't come for me in the afterlife because you've gotten what you deserve. Your soul is toxic, your aura is black, you're ugly on the inside and that's all that matters on judgment day." Analyn's eyes watered and she gripped onto Evanora's arms, claws digging into flesh.

"You bitch," Analyn forced out before she let out one last pained scream. Analyn laid lifeless in Evanora's lap. Her heart had been beating so erratically that it burst, killing her instantly.

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