His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

59. A Message

ZEDKIEL.

“Did you find anything at all?” Chasyn asks me as I remove the nails and lift the Oracle’s body to the ground, looking around I yank the charred tablecloth off and cover her body. 2

“Not yet.” I say, staring down at the Oracle’s body, I sniff the air, letting the smell of blood fill my nose. There are two different smells mixed in… I lean down, sniffing the blood. It’s not Evangeline’s blood.

Relief floods me, and I stand up.

I don’t know why she thinks she killed her, but I plan to find out who it really belongs to, but this blood is not Evangeline’s. I’ve tasted hers, smelt hers

… this one is nowhere near hers.

“Don’t touch anything in here.” I hear Chasyn command some of the men. I slowly walk through the room, trying to visualise what may have happened.

The runes and the burns are the Oracle’s doing, her magic draws from herself and that around her. I know that much. I frown as I crouch down looking at the marks on the floor.

There are no claw marks, no torn clothes … This isn’t a werewolf or a witch… I’ve studied all kinds of species and magic, but this was a battle of a different kind of magic…

I wipe a bit of the blood and taste it, hearing Chasyn groan from the doorway.

“Don’t do that.’ He mutters, grossed out.

“Don’t look then.” I reply coldly,

frowning as I scan the floor slowly once more before walking back to the Oracle and looking at her hands, her entire body is covered in blood… but I can smell some other blood on her too and I lift one of her hands, before examining it closer.

There’s someone else’s blood on her hands and behind her nails…

Frowning, I pause. It’s definitely not the same as the one on the floor.

I hear footsteps, and Chasyn enters, shutting the door behind him.

“What is it, Zed?”

“There’s blood from two different people here. As we already know, a scuffle took place. This is something that forensics can figure out… I don’t know how long it will take to get some answers but I can pinpoint that blood if I smell it again.” I say, pointing at the Oracle’s neck that isn’t covered by the tablecloth. “The blood on the ground is the Oracle’s…”

“Damn…”

Standing up, I walk over to the table, picking up one of the bloodstained iron nails. Taking a sniff, I pause, looking down at it.

Her opponent had bled very little… I burn the smell into my mind and turn to Chasyn.

“It’s not a werewolf.”

“Yeah, no one thinks so.” He mutters, looking uncomfortable.

“Oh yeah, I’m the one everyone suspects, right?”

Chasyn looks up and although I keep my face emotionless, I cannot deny that it angers me. “It’s not like that Zed…”

care. Anyone who did this would have been covered in blood, or at least have some blood stains on them. I haven’t been anywhere long enough

used… there may not have been much blood spread onto the killer, aside from when they nailed her into the wall.” Chasyn says grimly.

apparent struggle that took place here, or should I say duel. “Have you noticed

look up sharply.

mean the one you used to use?” I ask, going over to him as he crouches down and grabs part

want to be caught, and she never complained about us asking for some…” Chasyn sighs gravely and I’m about to

exactly what the Oracle

she kept a selection of spells and

this bottle broke accidentally,” I

have shattered from force, but this one… it’s broken like it just dropped a short distance,

point, and I nod. He pauses, and I know

I ask, irritated with this

learned of what’s happened so he has filled them in. I don’t see the point for this to have been

didn’t see the point either.

I ask icily, my eyes slowly scanning the walls,

the Lunas.”

but fucking bad luck and they say

were chosen in haste… the only one of these rushed marriages that even feels like a real marriage is yours

wondering why he had that irritating

claimed her before the tournament

and Lucia can’t stop talking about her when

remembering that phone that Sinclair had given her on a shopping trip with Lucia. “You still have an attachment to her, although you’re mated to Maryka. Correct? How is that even possible when your fated is

and fishes out his phone before

a duty to his people; our Lunas must be confident and powerful. And marking an Omega… that’s not going to make us stronger. Omegas are treasures for us to claim, gems to enjoy and to treat with love, but they are gentle by nature and far weaker than an Alpha

it. “If that’s the case an Alpha wouldn’t

I’m mated to an Omega. “Hence why

can control yourself if you want. She’s alive after all, you can still do

she is my fated mate or chosen, she would have still been

and marks on the floor as I slowly

is Chasyn, I never planned to make Evangeline my Luna, but my Queen. She may

changes into one of surprise before he smiles. “You love her.” He says, he sounds more awed than anything, and

Love?

even exist?

that she’s my fated mate, not whilst this tournament

my head when I stare at the Oracle’s back.

“What the…”

is it?” Chasyn asks, hurrying over.

a message. I can recognise the Oracle’s markings

yourself. You are both each other’s blessing and curse. Return

for me. I know it is.

you looking at?” He asks,

fact that that was a final message for

here is linked

He nods, glancing back at the body in confusion before we both exit

I’m in the hall again as

anything?” Dad asks, looking at the