Beloveds' Marks |18+ (Ménage)

Book 10⌇17. Hindsight

Chapter 17 ∣ Hindsight 

-Mavis

The vibration from my phone startles me slightly as I'm leaving my dad's mansion. As I withdraw it, it's Cassius calling, furrowing my brows in confusion. When I answer it, questioning, "Hello?"

"Mavis, I'm calling to check-in and ensure that you received the letter we sent," Cassius' voice hinges slightly as she asks this, my hand tightening on my phone at his words. When I don't respond, he follows up stating, "The full moon is tomorrow."

"I'm aware of that," my voice remains even, despite everything else already sparking chaos inwardly.

Cassius is silent for a moment, though I can hear Titus distantly in the background, "Is she going to be here in time?"

It's adorable that they believe you are at their beck and call.

"Are you—"

"We discussed when I left, that I would return and we'd complete our bond...on the night of a full moon, not in front of the pack," my voice remains even, though as I continue to speak, my demonic features surface. My wings beat hard behind me as my tail sways side to side with agitation.

My voice is slightly harder this time as I note, "Your letter is implying that you two no longer wish to compromise for the sake of our relationship."

"Pack before—"

I know he didn't just in his right mind about to tell me...

...oh, he was.

Cassius is cut off, hearing him argue, "—the fuck y—"

He's cut off again as I hear Titus' voice this time clear on the phone, "Mavis...things have changed. It's not within our power to control what our father wishes, the traditions or our royalty, he'd sooner see no peace between us than accept the fact you—"

"Stop!" I finally shake my head, my demon also coming more forward, not even realizing...my wings lift me into the air, my heart skipping a beat. I don't understand why Chase is so adamant about this stupid, fucking, werewolf traditions when I am not one!

Neither of them says anything, the silence consuming me with each second.

I breathe in and out slowly, choosing my words carefully, my demon falling to the back of my mind as I state, "I will be there shortly. We will talk then."

Titus' voice is slightly uneven as he replies, "Okay. Please, travel safely."

Ending the call, stashing my phone away, my gaze shifts to the horizon. I glance over my shoulder, seeing the power I feel behind the strength of my wings. Now...it's so easy, it feels like second nature as if I've always been able to do this.

As I steady my heart, I focus my mind on that if the location I've been told to meet at. Everything seems to be shifting in and out of focus, the area Scáth and I were in before we were ambushed by rogue Alphas. Clearer, I can see the path, the way easy, especially now that I can fly.

The wind whips my hair back behind me, a grin making its way onto my lips as at how flying feels...so much different than with a blood magic disk. Soaring up high, loop back down and around, it feels like I'm part of the clouds, calling out wildly,
"Waaaaahoooo!"

I feel free.

My heart shines brightly with a new light, my wings catching me as I sail closer to my destination. My hands lift, crossing my arms in front of my chest as I rub my upper arms. The air grows colder, the closer I get to this part of the world. The air in front of my mouth forms into crystals, nearly freezing altogether. Ice forms in my lungs, my heart skipping a beat as I realize that I need to fall away from the sky to continue forward.