The Unicorn And Her Mysterious Mate

Anchor

Chaos POV

Submerged in the cool, dark water, I could feel Skye's presence. The faint glow of the mark on my wrist grew brighter, guiding me towards her. Despite the water's resistance, I sensed a barrier blocking my path. As I brushed my hands against it, the mark on my wrist pulsed with increasing intensity. Finally, I had found her. Beyond the barrier, I knew Skye awaited me.

Desperation consumed me as I pounded my fist against the barrier, pleading with the moon goddess for passage. Instead, a sudden jolt coursed through my body, causing Blade, to growl fiercely. It felt like a surge of energy, awakening something within me. My arm burned, the sting of saltwater seeping into my open eyes as I looked at it.

To my astonishment, a serpent tattoo materialized above Skye's mark, a symbol I recognized from the dragon kingdom's documentation - the mark of the demon clan. With its completion, a newfound power surged through me, magnifying my strength. Yet, alongside this power, an insatiable urge to obliterate all who dared to cross my path ignited, stronger than ever before.

It was a peculiar sensation, as if something deep within me was attempting to guide my emotions and actions. Memories of my time in captivity flashed through my mind, triggering a surge of anger within me. Anger for the lost time, for the weakness I was forced to endure, for being stripped of my identity. The pain I had endured for so long, unable to shift into my lycan form, fueled my desire to destroy those who held me captive and seek revenge.

Images of Rook holding Skye, as well as Skye fleeing from his tent, ignited a fiery rage within me. How dare someone treat what was rightfully mine in such a manner? How dare they even lay a finger on what belonged to me? Only I had the privilege of touching her.

The spell allowing me to breathe began to fade, and I realized time was running out. My mind was a jumbled mess, yet amidst the anger, another image emerged. The image of Skye smiling as I loomed over her. In that moment, I felt the warmth she radiated flow through my body. She had saved me. She was my source of happiness, my reason to fight again.

With determination, I pressed my hands against the barrier once more. "Leave her here, untouched and protected. She is safe," a voice that sounded eerily similar to mine filled my mind. "I can't leave her trapped," I responded firmly.

"She will hold us back," the voice echoed in my mind. "Destroy all who have dared to mess with us, take your place as the one to be feared, the strongest. And once our enemy has fallen, then return to the unicorn."

"If freed now, the enemy may seize her, using her against us. Or she may try and stop us," the voice continued, its words tinged with caution. "If left here, no one will be able to reach her. The only one who can touch her will be you, if she remains in this protected place."

It was then that I realized, with a jolt of recognition, that this voice was mine. It was a part of me, hidden deep within. And deep down, I couldn't deny that a part of me yearned to keep Skye safe. A part of me agreed, believing that if I kept her here, sheltered and guarded, no harm would come to her.

For a fleeting moment, I considered it.

But I couldn't do that to her. We were stronger together, meant to be together, to fight together. "NO," I growled in my mind as my lungs burned for air. I had no choice but to swim to the surface. The water rushed past me, the sound of my own heartbeat filled my ears. Desperation fueled my strokes as I needed Aria to cast the spell again.

"I'm coming for you, Skye. I promise, please hold on for me," I said through our telepathic link, hoping my words would reach her. Gasping for breath, I finally reached the surface, where everyone stood guard.

"I know where Skye is. I just have to find a way to break her out," I told them. I turned to Aria, locking eyes with her. "Can you cast the spell again?" I asked, my voice pleading.

"Yes, but not for at least an hour. It won't work right after," Aria replied, her gaze focused on my arm. I followed her line of sight and saw the glowing red mark of a snake.

"You have a demon mark," Aria gasped, grabbing Barys' attention.

"It formed on me when I was in the water," I admitted.

"That may mean your demon side has also awakened," Barys observed, scanning me with his eyes.

"It has, but I won't let it control me. I have no intention of becoming like them," I declared, my voice firm. Barys nodded, reassuring me.

"I doubt you will. We have all witnessed your control so far," he said, giving me a small sense of relief.

Suddenly, a scent caught my attention, and I realized I wasn't the only one. Zane and Alex also turned their heads in the same direction. As I did, the mark on my arm burned, intensifying the sensation.

"We are no longer alone," Zane growled, his voice filled with warning. Aria looked at me, concern evident in her eyes.

"I think it's the mark on Chaos. It links him to the demon clan. They sensed his presence here," she said, her voice tinged with worry.

"I'll take care of them," I growled, the sound reverberating through the air as I shifted into my Lycan form. Blade, appeared more feral, his eyes gleaming with primal determination. Together, we focused our attention on Skye, our mate, and the anger within us remained controlled. Though, I knew that harnessing this newfound side of me would be a constant struggle. But I was determined to heed Skye and her family's advice, accepting this part of myself. I needed to embrace it, to become stronger.

With a seamless transition, Zane, Alex, and Kali followed suit, transforming into magnificent wolves. Barys and the dragons, too, assumed their true forms, exuding a formidable presence. We were a force to be reckoned with, and I felt immense gratitude for our steadfast allies.

The sky above darkened, ominous clouds gathering as Aria positioned herself to our side. She promised to shield and heal us with her ethereal abilities.

Suddenly, the scent of Fae invaded my senses, their presence overwhelming. Approximately twenty, maybe more. Yet, they appeared different from any I had encountered before. These must be the dark fae. As I focused, I discerned the same mark on them that I bore. They were part of the demon clan.

"We destroy them and then we get our mate back," Blade growled, his voice dripping with determination. I lunged forward, poised for battle. It was evident that I was their primary target as they encircled me.

"Come with us, Lycan, and the rest will be unharmed," one of them taunted, their voice carrying a sinister edge. I swiped my razor-sharp claws at them, unleashing my fury.

"You belong with us. You can feel it. No matter how much you deny it, you will become like us," another sneered, his words echoing in my ears. I seized one of them, sinking my teeth into their flesh before hurling them to the ground.

"You will only bring harm to the Unicorn if you stay with her. Your demon blood, your demon energy, will overwhelm her now that you have awakened," another warned. The atmosphere grew heavy, making it difficult to breathe. They were once again manipulating the air, causing an unsettling disturbance.

They were right. Even as I accepted and fought to control this side of myself, the thought of hurting Skye made my control slip. I lunged at more of them, fighting like a wild beast. The sound of our clash filled the air.

"That's it, this is who you really are," one of them spoke, their voice filled with satisfaction. They were willing to sacrifice their lives to turn me into a monster. I heard the others fighting, and I could sense even more enemies joining in. The smell of blood and sweat filled my nostrils, fueling the frenzy within me.

My claws slashed one of the fae, and I felt their unique power flowing through them. It surged within me, exhilarating and intoxicating. They possessed some kind of poisonous ability, and when I slashed at them with my claw, their skin burned and their screams echoed in my ears.

Madness took hold of me as I tore through them like a heartless machine. It felt good, until memories of Skye flooded my mind. Her smile, her lips against mine, the first time she kissed me, the first time she said my name. But then, the memory of when I hurt her and she called me Lycan again echoed in my mind. I never wanted to hurt her like that again. She was my everything.

A primal growl escaped me, shaking the ground beneath me. I refused to let this anger consume me. I looked around and saw that most of the enemies had been defeated. It was clear that their purpose was to take me, to make me accept them. The few remaining were being handled by Zane and Alex. With great effort, I shifted back into my human form. The mark on my arm seared, the sensation a fiery reminder of my struggle. I took deep breaths, the air filling my lungs, and the color of the mark gradually calmed.

"I will be a protector, not one that destroys," I declared, my voice resolute as I gazed out at the vast expanse of the ocean. "I need my mate. I am not whole when she is not by my side. We are a team. Let me help her become whole again so we can support each other. I beg of you, moon goddess, free her." My voice rang out, desperate and pleading. Skye was my anchor, my source of calm. Although I could fight to regain control, I knew deep down that I needed her. And then, as if in response to my plea, I watched as the barrier vanished. And with its disappearance, I sensed Skye even more strongly than before.