Chapter 246


    Chapter 246 Darkness


    Third Person POV


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    Word had quickly gotten back to Jazzy that her spell had worked. All witches and those who were


    gifted by the moon goddess were powerless at the Hig school for shifters. That pleased her greatly.


    It meant that she was a step closer to riding the world of Vna wolves forever. Of course, this wasn’t


    something she’d be able to do alone. Not even Alpha Jonathan and his henchmen could help her with


    this next step. It takes something incredibly powerful and dark to take out all the Vnas. In order to do


    this, she needed summon an old friend. Though, his visits don’t oftene without a price. Hence why


    she hadn’t summoned him in years, but now that the full red moon was soon arriving, she knew she


    couldn’t wait much longer. Dous, a young warrior in Alpha Jonathan’s pack, appointed to her


    protection, stood at her side as she ordered of him. He was no older than 18; a freshly new gamma


    warrior, and perfect for what she needed. She could smell his innocence from miles away and that


    pleased her very much. The Alpha did say that she could help herself to do whatever she needed, and


    this was exactly what she needed. She stood at the window of the room she was given, staring up at


    the moonlight and allowing the rays to dance off her bright and radiant features. She closed her eyes


    and thought about the day her parents died. She had watched with her own eyes as a Vna wolf bit


    into their raw flesh and tore them both to pieces. Their magic wasn’t strong enough to defend


    themselves and Jazzy had screamed at the top of her lungs at the sight of her parents meeting their


    fatal end. It was her older sister, Hazel, who had covered Jazzy’s eyes from the gruesome scene and


    then got her out of there before the Vna wolf turned its attention, and sharp canines, to them. Jazzy


    had a mixture of emotions running through her, but the one that stuck with her was anger. Of course, at


    the time, she didn’t want to admit such a thing. While others around their vige, including her sister,


    mourned the death of her beloved parents, Jazzy was stewing in her own anger. Furious that such a


    thing could happen and not a thing was getting done about it. It was during that time, that Jazzy had


    wept. The tears that escaped her eyes and soaked over her young features were filled with hatred; they


    were filled with anger. They were filled with darkness. It was those memories and that hatred that filled


    the tears she cried while staring up at the moonlight. They were tears that were filled with so much


    darkness that it was enough to summon the darkest of demons. As she cried and stared the moon


    through her window, she hummed the soft tune her mother used to sing to her as a child. A tune that


    stuck with her for all of her life; it was the same time that she hummed the night she summoned him for


    the first time by ident. “It got cold in here…” the words of that young warrior broke through her


    thoughts. He was wrapping his arms around his body and shivering, he stared wide–eyed at Jazzy as


    she turned to him. They were in silence for a long while and she admired that he was bold enough to


    speak first. “You’re crying.” he said, frowning. There was genuine concern on his face. Men were so


    easily manipted; all it took was a pretty face. “Are you okay?” She walked over to the small ck


    cauldron she had set up in the center of her room and allowed a few droplets of her tears to fall inside.


    She heard it sizzle, though there was no heat applied. She turned to Dous and gave him a sweet


    and yet seductive smile. “Tell me Dous…” she said, stepping closer to him, swaying her hips and


    drawing his eyes to her lovely curves. “Have you ever felt the touch of a woman?” His brows rose at


    her question as he scanned her face. “I’m not sure I understand your question, madam,” he said,


    annoyingly formal. She gave him another smile while biting onto her plump bottom lip, chewing on it as


    she looked him over. He was a tall boy withrge muscles and a nice face. But the scent of purity was


    evident to her. She ced a hand on his bicep and closed the gap between them. “I mean.” she began,


    leaning toward his car so she could whisper into him, allowing her breath to tickle the side of his face.


    “Have you ever made love before?” She could see the hairs on his arms standing and his entire body


    tensed. Her tongue swept over his earlobe gently and he closed his eyes, leaning into her touch. She


    ran her slender fingers up his broad chest through his shirt and gripped his shirt gently. “L.I have not…”


    he stammered, his voice dropping to a whisper as if he was afraid, they’d be overheard. A smile tugged


    at the corner of her lips, but she stifled it. She ran her fingers up to his neck and rested her palm on his


    cheek, making him look at her. His breathing had deepened, as did hers. It was he who had closed the


    rest of the space between their lips. He crashed his mouth into hers and kissed her ravenously. He


    conquered her mouth and made it his own. His tongue was quick to enter her mouth; he kissed her like


    he was thirsty, and she was his water. He wrapped his


    strong arms around her curvy waist and pulled her into him; she allowed him to do it. She wanted him


    to have a little taste of what he was missing, and she wanted it as well. He was rather good–looking,


    and she liked his innocence. Dous had broken his kiss from her mouth and ran his lips and tongue


    down the


    nape of her neck, she even let out a small moan to show him that she enjoyed that very much. His


    strong hands had searched her body, desperate to get her clothing off. It was her that had unbuttoned


    her blouse. to give him a better view of her breasts; the lust that appeared in his eyes, when he looked


    at her, was enough for her to crave him. She ced her hands on the back of his head and pushed him


    into her chest so he could be buried in her breasts. He kissed and nibbled on her exposed nipples


    making her throw her head back in pure satisfaction. She ran his fingers through his hair as he kissed


    up her chest and went back to kissing her lips. She deepened the kiss, allowing her tongue to explore


    his mouth curiously while running her fingers up his bare chest under his shirt. She pressed her palm to


    his heart and felt it beating under her touch. It was a rhythmic heartbeat; like it was pumping to the beat


    of a song. She enjoyed the feeling of it, she enjoyed it a lot. Her fingers had curved as she continued to


    kiss him; he waspletely hooked to her like she was some sort of drug. A smile tugged at her lips at


    the very thought of it. Just as her fingers had punctured through the flesh of his chest, she heard him


    gasping with her kiss. But she didn’t stop kissing him, nor did he stop kissing her. She felt the warm


    pool of blood, dripping down her forearm and soaking to the ground around their feet. He gasped again


    as pain seared him and her fingers dug deeper into him. His shirt waspletely red and soaked with


    his blood. His entire body stilled as she pulled her lips away from his and stared up at his terrified and


    hollow eyes. He waspletely frozen, unable to move a single muscle. Her fingers dug even deeper,


    eager to get to their destination. He only let out a squeak of pain, but nothing more. Soon, her hand


    was wrapping around that beating musical heart that she’de to love so much. It continued to beat


    in her grip. His entire body began to tremble violently as horror and realization of what was happening


    surfaced in his mind. He didn’t have much longer to think though, because soon she was ripping her


    hand out of his chest. He stared down at her hand, only a couple of seconds of life left in him. Thest


    thing he saw before meeting his fatal end, was the rest his beating heart, still beating, and out separate


    from his body. He first fell to his knees, covering of his body in blood, and then he fell face–first to the


    ground. Dying. A smile gleamed on her lips as she turned to the cauldron; she could already see the


    darkness luring around it, eager to be set free. She smiled at it; weing it back to thend of the


    living. She had missed it and longed to see it again. Jazzy watched as this darkness slithered out of the


    cauldron, taking the form of the familiar snake that hade to her days after her parent’s death. It


    had golden eyes and venomous fangs, poisonous to the touch. It looked at her with recognition in its


    eyes. She wasn’t afraid of it; she would never be afraid of it. She rose the still beating heart in the air


    and the snake rose its head to it. “I feed you the heart of purity, just how


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    you like it,” she spoke to the snake who hissed in pleasure at her words. “I will feed you even more to


    keep you with me for as long as it takes to rid this world of Vna wolves. A dream we’ve had for a


    long time that can nowe to reality. We finally have the girl, the strongest Vna to ever exist, in


    our grasp. With her, we can finallyplete our n. Feed, my love.” She squeezed the heart until


    blood poured from it, the snake snapped its teeth at the heart and then hissed as it opened its mouth


    wide, taking in every drop of blood offered. Then, Jazzy dropped to the still heart to the ground and


    watched as the snake devoured it whole. Soon, the snake was bowing its head at her. Darkness


    returned to it, covering it and hiding the snake from her viewing. She took a steady step away from it


    and watched as the darkness only grew to cover what was being born within. She waited with


    anticipation and a pounding heart until the darkness began to fade away and, in its ce, stood a tall,


    broad, and naked gentleman. He was devilishly handsome with long, sleek, ck hair and golden eyes


    that poured into her. The familiarity of his appearance spoke to her in a way that no other could and


    she could no longer contain herself. “Zagreus,” she spoke his name in a choked whisper as she ran


    and threw herself into his tight embrace: “Oh, how I’ve missed you, my love