15. Didn't Know It

Ash's POV

I still couldn't get over the fact that he had let me mark him! It had turned into a tattoo-like marking on his tanned neck that looked like a serpent, which probably represented his willing sin of being with me. His nose was buried into my neck, his warm breath tingling my shoulder.

"I'm sorry for running away from you," his soft voice breathed so I had trouble hearing it.

"Don't do it again, I'm serious," I scolded sternly, hoping he received the blatant warning in my voice.

"I won't, I promise."

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I stood in front of the mirror in the restroom observing my own mark. It was a little wolf howling at a full moon. I smiled happily because Alex was my little wolf. I was never going to cover this! The humans would assume it was a normal tattoo, yet my coven would probably notice that it wasn't and question it.

Suddenly, the events of last night came back to me. What was that glow and why was it red? I exited the restroom and walked back to the place I had left Alex, the library. He was reading a book about werewolves that was written by humans, suddenly thinking that something was absolutely hilarious. His laugh was musical, ringing through the quiet library. I went up behind him and pressed my face into his hair and looked into the book he was reading.

"What's so funny?" I asked, sniffing his hair. It smelt sweet, like the rest of his body.

"First off, did you just sniff me!?"

"Sure did, cupcake," I responded, cringing at my own nickname for him.

"Also, why do the humans have such confused views on werewolves!? I'm not going to go and munch on a human for no reason."

I laughed so hard that I snorted, watching his serious face slowly give way until he was on the ground laughing with me. As I was rolling to get up, I accidentally ended up on my arms above him. His eyes bore into mine as he laid there expectantly, waiting for me to begin devouring his lips no doubt.

Instead of giving him what he wanted, I gave him a singular grind before pushing myself off of him. He let out a gasp of shock before also sitting up. We stood at the same time, but I noticed something different about his eyes. Even though they were green, there seemed to be a light blue hue coming from around them that drew me in. They seemed more powerful than when I had seen them last.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his face reading concern. "Does it mean anything really bad if a vampire's eyes glow red?"

"I have no clue, but yours have a blue tint," I responded, actually not having any idea.

"Oh shit, still?" his expression changed to panic way too quickly for my liking.

"What do you mean, still!?"

"Uh... Last night after I ran away, I was laying down behind the dumpster. Then something happened and I started glowing."

I gave him a look of confusion. "I was out hunting with my coven last night when I started feeling really lethargic. I ended up crouching by a tree because it hurt, but when I could open my eyes there were blood red sparks floating around me," I explained. His eyes went wide.

"Oh fuck!" he practically shouted, gripping my wrist. I looked up at him, hating that I was shorter than him.

"What?" I was so confused watching the realisation come over his facial features.

"In my culture, two mates would experience that if they had a true bond, which is rare. It would mean that we were meant for each other in every single way. Except, it usually only happens when the two are together, and it only occurs when both in the bond are of high importance. Even higher importance than future Alpha, as in the king and queen of the werewolves!"

"So then, why did it happen to us? I'm just a vampire, nothing important there, and you're only the heir of the strongest pack on the east- oh shit," I broke off when it came into my mind. That prophecy about him.

"Come with me," I demanded, grabbing on to his arm and dragging him out of the building.

"Where are we going!?"

"We need to have a conversation with my coven leader."

"About what?"

"Do you not know about the prophecy?"

"No? There's a prophecy?"

"Yeah. I only learned about it a few days ago, so I know nothing about it. Kailey does though."

"Okay," was his simple response as he followed me into the forest. He trusts me enough to wander with me into a forest he doesn't know well, and that felt satisfying.

I walked into camp clutching his hand because I didn't want him to get lost. Anyone who even looked at us incorrectly was met with a loud hiss. I knew my dominance was coming off in waves, but he was my mate; I had to protect him.

I entered Kailey's office quietly, still dragging Alexander behind me. She was sat behind her desk, reading a very old book.

"Ah, Ashton. I was reading up on that thing I told you about," she stated, looking up at us.

"Kailey, this is Alexander, my mate. Alex this is Kailey," I introduced them to each other.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Alex," Kailey responded, shaking his hand briefly.

She turned towards me. "Your mate is a werewolf?"

"Yes ma'am."

"That's cool," was all she said before she moved on.

"So what's this about a prophecy?" he asked, looking so confused that his face was adorable.

"You don't know?"

"No. Should I?"

"Well I just thought that all you werewolves would know about your own prophecy."

"Eh, no one ever talked to me about it."

She began to explain the message to him, and I watched his eyes slowly widen.

"Wait, seriously?" he asked, his voice weak.

"Yeah, that's what they say."

Alex looked so defeated. I couldn't bare to see him that way any longer, so I pulled him into a hug with my face buried in his neck. He physically relaxed, but I could still tell that his mind was like a hurricane.

"Hey, stop thinking so much," I whispered while pulling him out of the room and into my living quarters.

"There's a prophecy about me that I didn't know anything about until today!" he exclaimed, his voice emiting nervous energy.

I looked deep into his ecstatic eyes, seeing even more blue swirling inside of them. They were nothing short of beautiful, almost hypnotic.

"Shh... It'll be okay. We're in this together," I hushed quietly, hoping it would help him calm a bit. He began to close his eyes more before they eventually shut completely, followed by his breath slowing down significantly. His lips were still slightly parted, I set him on the ground gently before laying on my side to face him. I felt his arms wrap around me, trapping me in his embrace. It was nice, laying next to him while he slept so peacefully, so I think I should do it more. I managed to slip into a drifting state, but instantly regretted it.

It was that night 12 years ago, except Alex and I were the same age we are now. He was completely aware of what he was doing to me, but he didn't care. He ruthlessly killed that girl before turning to me, his eyes no longer green, but completely blue. He leapt at me, murdering me without a single second of hesitation. The last image I saw was him standing there with his clothes bloody, eyes glinting dangerously, while his father laughed in the background.

'It's your job to keep him in check. It is important you not forget your role, ever,' a silent voice whispered before the vision faded.