Chapter 14
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Zuko
I jolted awake when ice cold, filthy water was dumped on me. My gashes and cuts on my back, arms and legs screamed out in agony. The cut across my eye luckily missing my eye throbbed. Made by a silver knife I knew the cut would scar. “Blasted Hobomock” I muttered. Hobomock is a Mohegan (the Native American tribe my father, mother and I come from) term for the manito (spirit) of death. I gave that term to Grougaloragran the demon who seems to love torture as much as I love Sia. Mate a forlorn Zero said I know wolf I know. I took another look at the room I was in to try to find a way out so I could get to her. The walls were covered in magical symbols that prevented me from shifting. The ground was smothered by a mixture of slime, dirt, and my blood. There was no windows and one titanium mixed with silver door. Two chains made from the same titanium mixed with silver were bolted heavily on two titanium and silver posts opposite each other in the middle of the room. The other end of the chains were clasped onto my wrists with magical symbols carved into them probably strengthening them. In front of the door stood Hobomock (Grougaloragran) and the sorcerer Nox. I remember my father mentioning him once but I foolishly wasn’t paying attention.
“If it isn’t Val’s son” his smooth low voice slithered out. “I’m sorry I am afraid we haven’t met why don’t you take these chains off so I can properly greet you.” I said a smirk forming on my face. Nox had no hair on his head, instead, he had magical symbols carved into his skin that glowed when he cast a spell. He was wearing a crisp button up black shirt with the top button undone, black slacks, and, yes, black designer shoes. Nox chuckled “You are definitely your father’s son.”
“What do you have against my father?”
“Oh I don’t have anything against your father”
“Then why?”
“I get power from the conflict between the vampires and the werewolves and your ‘peace’ is weakening me. With your capture the conflict has resumed due to my Bloodwolf magic cult framing vampires. Bloodwolf magic cult… Oh! Now I remember that is the cult that antagonized the incident that caused my father and Kira to become the leaders of the werewolves and vampires to stop the war. They tried to make the war last longer. If it weren’t for Kira and Val that war could still be going on. And here they are trying to start another war. “So your cult gains power from conflict.” I meant it as a statement but Nox chose to answer “yes” That’s a problem. If they get power from conflict then fighting them would only make them stronger.
A knock sounded at the door and a woman wearing a robe came in. The robe had a black hood with two red streaks resembling vampire fangs and a red cloth that covered the neck to the nose. Around the mouth area there was a black symbol of a wolf howling to the moon. The robe itself was black with red streaks resembling blood that went down and pooled at the hem that was just above the ankles. The sleeves were black and they stopped at the shoulder reveling a couple inches of skin before a red skin-tight sleeve started and ended at the wrist. Black gloves covered the hands and black with red spatters shoes covered the feet.
“Grand Master, sorry to interrupt but the boy you asked for is here”
“And he came willingly?”
“Yes Grand Master”
“Perfect” Nox turned to Grougaloragran “Have your fun but keep him alive” Grougaloragran grunted in response turned to me and gave me a ghoulish grin. Nox and the women then left the cell.
Grougaloragran or known by me as Hobomock was bald with horns that curved first out then in towards each other save for the fact that one was broken the other had bloodstains on it. Instead of eyebrows he had spikes and there were piercings made of bone on his nose and pointed ears. His eyes were pitch black from corner to corner like sciera colored contacts. His mouth had two tusks coming down in the corners of his mouth as well as two more tusks coming up just inside the outer two. His teeth were all sharp and pointed. He had dark grey skin that was covered with battle scars and he kind of made me jealous with his 8 pack of muscle. A whip was hanging from its belt and its pants were ragged and dirty also with bloodstains. His human like fingers were clawed and his feet were similar to a lion. He had ragged bat-like wings with holes and scars as well as spikes coming out of the bones in his wings. His height was at least 7 feet tall. There was a metal collar around his neck probably from a summoning spell.
Groug grabbed his whip from his belt and I paled but did not show fear. He tore off what remains of my shirt stepped back and readied his whip.
Sia
“WAIT WHAT?” I screeched, “That’s our plan? Seriously?” I said looking at the two idiots in front of me. Their plan in essence involved sneaking me home to appease the vampires then searching for Zuko themselves. But that plan would only aggravate the werewolves and he is MY mate so I should help in finding him.
“Ok I am gonna tell you my plan ok?” they both nodded. “I stay here and cooperate with Val. I will however insist that I continue school. He probably will order one or both of you to insure I come back to Zuko’s house. That is when we can take more time then necessary to get there. Meaning we will look for clues and try to find Zuko. Sound like a plan?” their jaws dropped and they quickly nodded. “Ya Luna” Ezio said, while Mace just seemed pleased. “There is one more thing” I said, “what” Mace asked. “I drank blood from Zuko when we were here. That temporarily links us… so I might be able to contact him even though you wolves can’t because this type of link is different therefore a sorcerer may not think to block it.” “That’s amazing!” Ezio burst out. “There is one problem though…” I looked down and fiddled with my thumbs, “I never drank werewolf blood before so I don’t exactly know how to use it.”
“WHAT!?” they both yelled.
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