Chapter 246


    Third Person POV


    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 to 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 up at 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.


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    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 ear 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. “I…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 Property ? N?velDrama.Org.


    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’d


    come 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 his beating


    heart, still beating, and out separate from his body. He first fell to his knees, covering the rest 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 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.”