★The loyal servant ★

♥Chapter 6♥

Isabella's eyes burned as the delicious, blooded lips pulled away from hers.

She needed blood – his blood. In the blink of an eye, she was scooped up with insane speed and stood on her feet, gazing up at the man who'd just given her his blood.

His face was now clearly visible, and a small gasp escaped her. He was handsome – incredibly so.

His long, dark hair framed his face, and his stormy gray eyes seemed cloudy rather than turbulent. He towered over her, at least 6'5.

"Who are you?" she barely whispered, feeling a deep attraction to this man.

"The devil," a small, barely audible voice answered the question.

All eyes snapped to the old seer, who was being held by a new, mysterious man.

He was blond with deep green eyes that held too much respect for the man beside her.

The blond man's hand shot out, grasping the old seer's neck tightly.

"How dare you," he growled softly. "I could easily snap your tiny, old, stinking Lycan neck for disrespecting my prince like that."

The old seer thrashed about, and Isabella's eyes watched her, remembering how she'd walked up to her tied-up form and said she was pregnant.

Without thinking twice, Isabella felt herself leaving the mysterious man's side and pushing the blond man away from the old seer, who was suffocating.

She just had to save her; the old seer was the one who'd pleaded with those monsters to spare her when she confirmed her pregnancy.

The blond man yelped, clearly surprised by the girls strength and speed, stumbling to regain his footing.

His eyes changed from green to red in a instant.

Isabella took a stance, the red tint in her eyes glowing.

Despite almost dying from the whipping and exhaustion that had weighed on her. She was strangely energetic, and her senses were heightened.

The smell of dead leaves wafted up, a nekro's scent, and the smell of damp soil, a Lycan's.

"Stop," a loud voice boomed.

Isabella looked over to the naked man, and a deep blush spread across her face.

She hadn't really noticed his nakedness that much, but he seemed entirely unbothered, walking towards them with an air of confidence.

"Who are you?" he asked the blond man, his voice low and smooth.

The blond man quickly bowed. "I'm Kieran, your loyal servant, my prince."

Isabella scowled; both men before her were nekros. If she couldn't tell by their red eyes before, she could now, thanks to their scent.

She couldn't smell all this before, couldn't even see clearly like now.

As someone who's wolf didn't show up she was practically a human but now, now she felt different.

Lycans and wolves had been taught about the early rulers of the supernatural world, the nekros, but they'd been extinct for almost – if not more than – a thousand years.

And not to say it but they were their sworn enemies.

"And who gave you that title, Kieran?" the dark-haired man stepped closer to Kieran's bowed form, who visibly flinched at the man's question.

"I...I gave it to myself, my prince," Kieran stuttered, his eyes cast down.

"Mm," was the only sound made by the dark nekro.

"I can see you're a new-turned nekro, turned by a nekro I turned. So, where's your sire?" He spoke in a rich, velvety voice that sent shivers down Isabella's spine.

Kieran's eyes flashed with memories. "I'm three hundred years old, my prince..."

"Still a baby." Kieran was cut of by his prince.

"My sire is dead, killed while saving me three hundred years ago, after I was turned." Kieran brushed off the him being a baby because it was true.

A three hundred years old nekro was considered a baby as they tend to live longer but a three hundred years old Lycan was considered an elder as Lycan tend to even die before reaching such age.

"My father was a farmer," Kieran began, his story "I helped him around the farm, but one fateful night, when my father was sick, I took his place. Before I could reach the farm, I was attacked by...by creatures. They were huge and fast. Rumors had been circulating about wolves killing humans for fun."

Kieran's eyes glazed over as he recalled the traumatic event. "I ran, but I was caught. When I thought I saw my death, something saved me. It was a lady – a nekro. She saw the dying boy I was and bought me time before feeding me her blood. I hungrily sucked, and from that day on, I was bound to her, learning all about the world I didn't know before."

Kieran's gaze refocused, his eyes filled with a deep sadness. "But months later, she was attacked by Lycans. They stabbed her in the heart with a silver knife...dangerous to our kind."

"The audacity and where are those lycans now." The darked haired man was visible enraged.

"My prince, the world you knew had changed the moment the great war happened and your disappearance." Kieran cautiously spoke, he didn't know if his prince would like to have a history check or if he already knew.

The dark-haired man's gaze lingered on Kieran, his expression unreadable. "You shall rise, Kieran," he said finally, he didn't need any talk at the moment.

Kieran nodded, his eyes cast down. "Thank you, my prince."

"Find me clothes, Kieran."

"As you wish," Kieran said, bowing slightly before running at incredible speed, returning soon with fresh clothes, no doubt taken from a nearby Lycan house.

Isabella looked around the place, her eyes meeting the seer's, who was still visibly shaking.

She was grateful to the woman and would like to know if she was truly pregnant, as the seer had said.

She moved out from the man's side, knowing he was the one who'd bitten her, almost draining her of her blood.

Her gaze observed the massacred bodies littered around the place, and her eyes got caught by a head – the girl's head, detached from her body.

The same girl who'd lied about her having a lover.

A small smile played at her lips and Isabella felt a shiver run down her spine as she gazed at the girl's lifeless face

What the hell was wrong with her? She shouldn't be feeling this way, but somehow, the girl's death was...satisfying.

She'd been humiliated, disflowered, lied about, and broken.

And seeing the people who'd done all that to her die was fucked up, but somehow refreshing.

Isabella quickly shook the thought, feeling a pang of guilt. This couldn't be her thinking someone's death was okay.

But still, the girl's death was...disturbingly satisfying.

Where's Kane, the words flashed through her and she swept the space again. The most hated person in her life and she was eager to see his lifeless eyes.

"Where's he." She softly muttered to herself, she couldn't see him.

Did her run like a coward, why the hell was he.

Dread creeped in, she couldn't shake of the feeling that if Kane was alive he was going to do something back.

Ofcourse he would.

His pack was completely wiped out by some creature who no doubt came to save her.

She doesn't still understand why though but hey she isn't complaining.

The old seer's eyes met her's and isabelle sensed a deep understanding in her gaze. She knew something, but what?