Old wizard

The man nodded, fear still evident on his face. "Yes, my lord. She's the one I've been seeking, the one who completes me." Devon's mind raced as he processed this new information.

So, this vaewolf was after Isadora because he believed she was his mate? It seemed improbable, but Devon had learned not to dismiss anything concerning fate and destiny. He approached the man, studying the chains binding him.

"Tell me, what is your name?" Tiberius hesitated for a moment before responding. "My name is Tiberius." Devon nodded, his mind working overtime. He had heard of vaewolves before but never thought he would encounter one in his lifetime.

These powerful creatures had abilities that rivalled those of vampires and werewolves. They were rare, with only a few known to exist. "Tell me, Tiberius," Devon said, his voice controlled. "What do you want with Isadora?"

Tiberius looked at him, his eyes flickering with longing. "I want her to be mine," he said simply. Devon felt an unfamiliar sensation in his chest as he heard those words. It was almost as if a part of him was rejecting the notion of Isadora being claimed by someone else. But he pushed the feeling aside and focused on the matter at hand. "And why did you attack her?" he asked, his voice low and threatening.

Tiberius looked away, shame written all over his face. "I didn't mean to harm her," he said, his voice barely audible. "I only wanted to get her attention, to make her see that we were meant to be together."

Devon felt a pang of empathy for the creature in front of him. He knew all too well the consuming power of love and desire. But he also couldn't let Tiberius go unpunished for his actions. "You know what you did was wrong," he said, his voice hardening. "You almost hurt an innocent person, someone who had nothing to do with your obsession."

Tiberius nodded, his eyes downcast. "I know," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. Devon sighed, running a hand through his hair. He didn't know what to do with Tiberius. On the one hand, he wanted to punish him for his wrongdoing.

On the other hand, he sensed that there was more to this situation than met the eye. His inner demon raged, urging him to kill Tiberius for daring to claim what was theirs.

"Azazel, calm down," Devon scolded himself. "How dare he claim what is ours, we should kill him," Azazel hissed.

"You're wrong; she isn't Fiona, so she isn't mine," Devon replied, attempting to quell the demon's fury. "Devon, try to ignore it. Whether you like it or not, she is ours, and you will accept it one day," his inner self warned.

A frown creased his brow as he heard what his inner demon said. He knew that werewolves were fiercely loyal and protective of those they deemed theirs. They could only mate once, similar to demons.

"You must be joking. How could she be your mate? She's my wife, not yours," Devon stated firmly. Tiberius looked at him before speaking.

"But is she your mate?" And without thinking, Devon answered, "yes." Tiberius gazed at Devon before speaking, "You should have claimed her. Do you even love her? If not, I will help you love-" But before Tiberius could finish his sentence, Devon poured holy water on him and sighed, as if he were bored,Tiberius was groaning in pain but he ignored him.

He then motioned to Zarius and Francis, waving his hand to signal them to follow him. Together, they left the dungeon. Devon needed to clear his head. He wasn't sure what to make of Tiberius's claims about Isadora being his mate.The situation was complicated, and Devon needed to think it through.

Thankfully, the witch doctor was set to arrive soon. Devon hoped that this expert would be able to shed some light on the matter and provide him with the answers he sought.

Although he knew that he couldn't expect to learn everything, he hoped to at least gain some clarity and direction. Ah, my lord. What brings you to summon me?" Lazarus asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

Devon took Lazarus to the library so they could have a secret conversation. Devon looked at him, his expression serious. "I need your help, Lazarus. I'm tensed." Lazarus nodded, his expression turning serious as well. "I see. What seems to be the problem?"

"I must seek your counsel regarding my wife's unique situation. You see, she displays two distinct personalities, and she seems immune to hypnotism. Furthermore, there is a man who claims to be her mate, and I am at a loss to explain it all."Devon explained.

The old wizard listened attentively and replied, "I understand your concerns. Let me peer into her future. May I have her full name, please?"

"Her name is Isadora Ivarion Hazel," replied Devon. Upon hearing the name, the old wizard stood up abruptly, muttering, "This is impossible." "Please, tell me what's wrong," Devon asked, his worry increasing.

"She is the chosen one. Her fate is unclear, and her future is incomplete. She will be the cause of our downfall," Lazarus said, shaking. Devon was taken aback.

He felt a wave of frustration and sighed, unsure of what to do next. As he pondered his next move but froze as he spotted his wife figure before him. Did s

he hear their conversation?,was the question he couldn't answer.