The Beast And The Blessed

Fifty-Four: Joselin

Joselin's P.O.V.

We moved carefully up to the front door. The latch was still broken, presumably from when Tobias had destroyed it during our visit over a week ago. But the way the heavy barrier of wood hung from only one loose hinge had the bottom corner on the floor and the top leaning toward us like it could fall at the slightest gust of wind.

Tobias moved in first, pulling the door right out of the frame and setting it to the side with ease. If it weren't for the interior looking like a tornado hit it and distracting me, I would have worried about him being the first to face whatever was on the other side of the door.

Everything was out of place. The large television that used to be mounted on the wall was on the floor, the screen shattered. The couch was charred, clearly having been set on fire, and sat hap hazardously with one side lifted on the upside-down entertainment center, the back cushions missing.

Every drawer was open and thrown across the room as if a poltergeist had come through with a fury. The contents were scattered around, littering the ground and mixed with the shards of glass from the demolished windows.

My chest dropped as the realization that I had been wrong sank in. All this time, I had been chasing the wrong person, and now another council member was either in danger or dead.

As much as I hated her and wished for her to be replaced on the council or for her to die, seeing the horror of the crime scene made my mouth water as my stomach rolled with nausea. Never before had I felt sick because of death. It was a part of life.

But I did wonder if by targetting her if I had put her killer's focus on her. Was she already a target, or did I just turn on the spotlight that made the killer decide to use her as a distraction or a scapegoat?

The problem was also that my failure could have killed Cyrus, someone I cared about. It was guilt making me feel this was. If I hadn't been chasing Rona all this time...

I pushed away the thought. There was no room for emotion when I was on a mission.

Whatever was going to happen here required my undivided attention, and I forced all emotions into a locked box in the back of my mind.

My eyes moved to the blood splatter across the wall. Someone had done some serious damage with that blow. I took tentative steps around the couch, seeing the larger pool of blood behind it, followed by drops that went right out the back door.

Whoever bled that much wouldn't have been walking on their own, and since there were no footprints, I assumed they had either been carried out, or someone used magic to get them through the door without dragging them.

I knew I needed to follow the trail to see if there were any survivors or if there was a struggle still going on, but a nagging feeling was pulling me away and urging me toward the bedroom. The debris crunched beneath my shoes as I rushed down the hallway, grabbing the door frame.

The room looked the same as when Tobias and I had been here. Better even, as the bed was made. But the dresser was bare beyond one long white hair hanging off one of the knobs of the top drawer as if it had been knocked off the surface without a second thought.

up, shoving it into my pants pocket before looking up at the wood surface of

was gone, and so were the bones that

spine and spinning back around. Tobias was in the doorway, looking every

more than a second before he stepped to the side and allowed me to pass. He was in work mode,

safety. Lock down the castle; no one goes in or out. I want the rest of the council

reporting back at least one missing council member besides Rona. The Lycans were moving carefully about the room, and Aurora stood at the

to the very

few men stepped forward, taking a deep breath to memorize the scent before racing out the back door. I moved with them, Aurora staying at my side as we

Lycans swept the area but quickly settled on one path

group like I usually would instead of jogging to keep up

visited The Sanctum of Light to recharge because we wouldn't stand a chance against Cora or Rona if we were

smell of death washed over my senses, and the beasts around me bristled in anticipation. The aura from the opening before us made the hair on the back of my neck

in closer, staying in position, but he was

said to me through the mind link as

eyes widen in surprise.

her mate, Damien, had been staying with us a while ago during the war. Killian had hated Damien at first but warmed up to him over time... at least until Charlie left again to go back with Damien

kind is the only reason they're on good terms with the Lycans.

the hell were they doing here? Were they

in the tree line around

to my childhood, that I had to swallow hard to push down the acid that rushed up my throat. The smell alone was enough to make me

body was chained to a slab of rocks. Her eyes were open and lifeless, her head turned to the side, staring off into the distance. Blood dripped from the stones and onto the wet Earth below. Flies flew around her fresh corpse, stopping to walk along her torn and beaten flesh every few

markings on my skin that mirrored hers. But while mine had healed to

The older woman had nothing to say for once, which was unsettling. Her shaking fingers

Even though I wanted Rona to die when I thought she was a threat, no one deserved death

dark magic occasionally, but this ritual would never sit right with

they go?" I asked, and

way, but there is no sign of the witch.’ He picked up a large trampled leaf and sniffed it before wrinkling his nose and tossing it

to see Rona returning to life and wanting revenge on her killer and everyone else who wronged