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…”

least have some blood stains on

used… there may not have been much blood spread onto the killer, aside from when they nailed

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

up

over to him as

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

the Oracle had here…

kept a selection of

bottle

seem to have

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

I ask, irritated with this

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

hell. I didn’t see

icily, my eyes slowly scanning the walls, trying to see if there are any

Lunas.” Chasyn replies.

nothing but fucking bad luck and they

one of these rushed marriages that

wondering why he had

the

can’t stop talking about her

frown, 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.

fishes out his phone before he begins taking pictures of the room.

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 or high-rank she-wolf. No offense to Evangeline, she

case an Alpha wouldn’t ever be fated to an Omega, then why does that

a fated Omega mate.” He reminds me, but I’m mated to an Omega. “Hence why I think you should have kept her as your Omega and taken a Luna of warrior blood at

if you want. She’s alive after all, you can still do that, an Omega can never be a

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

the trails and marks on the floor

her, about me, about this fucking tournament. If we win, it’s because I have her. The thing is Chasyn, I never planned to make Evangeline my Luna, but my Queen. She may be an Omega, but she has the quality to become a true Queen. Mark my words.” I say icily, looking up at him as I slowly roll the Oracle’s dead body

he smiles. “You love her.” He says, he sounds

Love?

that even

fated mate, not whilst this tournament is ongoing. I didn’t trust it and so ignore

wiped from my head when I stare

“What the…”

is it?” Chasyn

at her back that is embedded with a message. I can recognise the Oracle’s markings anywhere… but it’s the message that makes my stomach twist.

war within yourself. You are

me. I know

He asks, staring

see it… That only strengthens the fact that that was a final

that mean whatever happened here is

I say, standing up. He nods, glancing back at the body in

the hall again as Dad paces nervously.

you find anything?” Dad asks, looking at the images