I was sitting in the garden, sipping my warm cup of coffee, enjoying the cool breeze caressing my cheeks and the fragrant scent of flowers filling the air.
I was absent-minded, lost in my thoughts, and didn't notice the arrival of that handsome man whose name I didn't even know.
Suddenly, I felt his presence as he sat beside me, and a strange, distinct scent hit my nose: a mixture of lemon and mint.
It was strong and attractive, but foreign to me. I turned to him, only to find him staring at me with a bold, scrutinizing gaze, as if evaluating me from head to toe.
"What's with him too?"
I thought to myself with annoyance.
"I know I'm charming, but not to this extent! This is too much."
Irritated by his excessive staring, I said sharply:
"What is it?"
He smiled calmly, extending his hand for a handshake, introducing himself:
"I'm John. Nice to meet you, Syra."
I let out a hidden sigh of boredom.
"This is just what I needed! I wanted peace and quiet, and it seems I won't get either today."
I ignored his outstretched hand, staring at him with a deadly coldness, waiting for him to take my obvious hint and leave.
But he was foolish and didn't understand my clear hint—or perhaps he feigned it brilliantly. He laughed softly and said:
"My God, you two are exactly alike."
Completing his laugh with amusement, I sighed again and ignored him, taking another sip of my coffee.
He said with an audacity I didn't expect:
"You were magnificent today, teaching Violet a lesson. Oof, you were sexy as hell."
He said the last word in a cunning tone carrying malice. I stared at him, my features unchanged, though I was wondering:
"What is it with me and rude people? Why is my luck always with the lunatics and perverts? Mercy!"
I said with deadly coldness, ignoring his sly tone:
"Would you like to experience that for yourself?"
The smile on his face widened further, and he slowly ran his tongue over his lips, staring at me with vulgar looks and said:
"How I wish for that."
I knew exactly what he meant; he was incredibly rude and bold.
"What is this filth I'm living through right now?"
I muttered to myself with boredom and disgust at his behavior.
I smiled faintly, thinking: What if Night heard him saying these vulgar words? What would he do?
He would surely kill him without blinking! I laughed internally at the thought, recalling the moment of his confession to me earlier in the office.
That thought distracted me from reality until it was interrupted by the pervert sitting in front of me.
He added in a calm and suspicious tone:
"I am a hybrid, too."
I furrowed my brows in surprise, not understanding the point of his words.
"What do I care if he's a hybrid? What's the use of telling me?"
I wondered. My gaze expressed lack of interest, but I saw his malicious smile clearly widen, making the anxiety grow within me.
He said in a tone I knew well—an alluring and enchanting tone:
"It's a Siren."
"Don't tell me he's going to charm me with his singing! Damn it!"
I muttered in boredom.
I saw him open his mouth, his eyes glowing with a brilliant blue light that was both strange and terrifying.
In that moment, I tried to telepathically contact Night immediately, but he didn't answer! "Damn you all!" I shouted in my head, exhausting all my energy trying to reach him.
I screamed in my mind at the top of my voice, filled with panic and frustration:
"Damn you, Night Winter! Where the hell are you? I'm going to be in big trouble here! Do you hear me? I'm in danger because of this stupid bond that doesn't work when I want it to! Curse it!"
I was in a state of panic and utter chaos, not knowing how to deal with this Siren on my own.
John began to sing, and his voice was like magic flowing through the air.
I froze instantly; I couldn't move or feel anything, as if I were hypnotized, doing whatever he wanted against my will.
He began to approach me with a cunning side-smile, continuing his enchanting song. He became very close, so close that his hot breath hit my face.
I was struggling inside, internal conflicts raging between my trapped will and my overwhelming desire to stop him, but my body refused orders.
Suddenly, a rage ignited within me like never before—a rage that had no place in my world, but was now boiling in my depths like volcanic lava.
He was about to kiss me, when a thunderous internal scream erupted from me:
"NOOOOO!"
In that same moment, I caught fire completely; real flames erupted from my body.
John backed away quickly in terror before I could devour his hand, which had been on my face pinning me down.
The flames managed to burn his hand slightly. He looked at me with indescribable shock and horror.
I spoke in a voice that was no longer human—a deep, powerful voice that shook the place like a thunderclap:
"How dare you, you filthy fish?"
A massive energy burst from me, shaking the entire area, and the winds blew with sheer force.
I was breathing with difficulty, feeling my power spiraling out of control. I screamed at the top of my lungs, causing the flames to rage even more, burning everything in their path.
I saw Klaus stepping toward me with hesitant steps, astonished by my terrifying appearance and the fire burning through my body.
His eyes were full of shock I saw Arin and Julia too; they were under the same shock, watching the situation in total awe.
I raised my hand toward John, shooting fire from it with the intention of burning him to ashes.
But he was like a curse, avoiding my flaming shots with extreme agility and speed. I went mad; I wanted to burn him, roast him—nothing but killing him was in my mind at that moment.
I didn't stop at fire alone; I began to use my power to control objects around me.
I uprooted trees savagely and hurled them at him like destructive missiles.
He dodged them with great difficulty, running and jumping to avoid my random strikes.
I seized the opportunity of his distraction and succeeded in impaling a sharp tree branch into his shoulder.
I burst into loud laughter—a wicked, absolute laugh that sent shivers down the spine from its sheer hideousness.
It was a mad laugh, a reflection of the anger that had completely possessed me. In contrast, Julia was screaming and crying, begging me to stop.
Meanwhile, Arin and Klaus were trying to protect everyone from me and my explosive power, standing between me and the others, trying to control the chaos I had created.
The atmosphere was charged with panic, fear, and despair.
My rage and madness increased; I could no longer hear anything but the sound of my anger.
"Why should I stop? WHYYYY? Why are you defending him? I must annihilate you all, all of you!"
I was screaming in total madness, turning toward them with the intent to attack.
I lifted the massive trees I had previously thrown at John, raising them into the air with my power, and aimed them toward Arin and Klaus with a broad, evil smile.
They were ready to face me bravely, putting themselves in harm's way to protect others.
Suddenly, I heard a somewhat familiar voice calling my name loudly:
"SYRAAAAA!"
I turned slowly and calmly to see Night staring at me with extreme caution and concern.
His gaze melted the ice covering my heart, but I was still under the influence of rage.
I said in a rough, deep voice, like the voice of a monster emerging from my depths:
"Ooh, new prey! This is wonderful!"
He spoke calmly, his tone carrying supplication and plea:
"Syra, don't let it control you. Please, Syra."
His voice was pleading, begging me to calm down and regain my senses.
I advanced toward him very slowly, my steps calculated.
With every step I took, the fire around me increased and spread, turning the place into a miniature hell burning everyone in its path. But he didn't move or even blink.
He stood with a strange steadiness, staring at me with calm eyes amidst the burning chaos.
I heard Klaus's voice shouting nervously at Night, trying to push him to act:
"Do something! Don't just stand there!"
I ignored them completely and painted a cold, evil smile on my face as I said mockingly:
"Killing you will be fun."
I raised my hands, and by the command of my will, chains of shimmering fire erupted from my palms to bind him tightly.
His features contorted with slight pain as he stared at me with looks I couldn't interpret.
He stared directly at me with eyes carrying silent pain. Suddenly, unexpectedly, his features softened completely, as if a decisive resolution had just been made.
He said in a low, steady voice, devoid of any resistance:
"If killing me will cool your anger, then here I am before you."
Those words were a shocking declaration of surrender.
Behind the wall of fire starting to rise around me, Arin shouted loudly and angrily at Night:
"You idiot! What are you doing? She will finish you this way! Don't give up, Night!"
At that same moment, Julia was sobbing bitterly, tears streaming down her face as she cried out in plea:
"Please Syra, don't do it! He is your mate!"
She fell to her knees in total collapse; the sight of her almost broke my resolve.
Klaus rushed toward the fire barrier, but I was faster. I immediately reinforced the barrier, preventing anyone from crossing toward me or him.
I turned to them with deadly coldness, my tone flat and devoid of emotion as I said to him:
"You have it."
I raised my right hand and began to gather energy to form a spear of dense fire, aiming it directly at his heart.
Night was looking at me with surrendered looks, with a calm, bitter smile on his lips, as if he loved the idea of dying by my hand specifically.
Before the blade could hit Night's heart, I managed at the last second to control my trembling hand and direct the lethal fire blade toward my own chest.
Night's eyes widened in total shock; he realized what I intended to do. He shouted my name in terror:
"No Syra! Noooo, don't do it!"
He was struggling against those fiery chains that bound him, thrashing violently trying to break free, but to no avail.
The chains were absorbing his strength, making him weaker with every movement. I gave him a faint smile, knowing that my fire powers wouldn't affect me lethally, but they would have certainly killed him if they hit.
My goal was to weaken myself temporarily to regain control over it.
Suddenly, as I expected, his strength increased suddenly and amazingly, and he managed to break the chains which fell to the ground like frozen lava.
Fear and panic were fully visible on his face. He screamed again in horror:
"NOOOO! NOOOOO!"
Before he could advance toward me or do anything to stop me, I had released the blade.
The fire blade pierced my chest with extreme speed, exiting from my back. Night froze in his place, his eyes wide from the horror of what he saw.
He looked at me, words coming out of him with great difficulty:
"Sy... Syra..."
His hands were shaking involuntarily as my body collapsed before him.
The fire around me calmed slowly and gradually, piece by piece, until it vanished completely as if it never existed.
In that moment, I regained full control over my body, and amidst everyone's shock, I wasn't harmed by even a scratch.
I was standing perfectly fine, even though the fire blade had pierced my chest moments ago.
Night was staring at me with wide eyes and absolute disbelief that I was still alive.
He uttered my name in obvious shock, lingering on it:
"Syraaaa? Are you..."
He began to advance toward me with stumbling steps, examining me with his worried eyes, not believing that I was truly okay.
I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, signaling that I was fine, to find him finally standing before me, worry completely masking his face.
I quickly reached out and grabbed his shirt collar tightly, bringing him closer to me.
I shouted at him, words coming out of me like angry bullets:
"What were you planning to do, you idiot, huh? Did you want to die, huh? Answer me! Why? Why did you surrender yourself like that? Have you lost your mind or what? Are you crazy, Night?"
I was breathing heavily with anger, my gaze like fire directed at him. I suddenly pushed him away from me, my facial expressions changing from anger to regret and heartache:
"Damn it! I almost killed him if I hadn't controlled my hand at the last second. I won't forgive myself if you get hurt because of me."
Night rushed with steady steps toward me, but I retreated immediately. My voice came out sharp and growling, cutting the silence that filled the place:
"Don't you dare come near me!"
Night stopped moving, but his broad shoulders slowly relaxed, and he sighed a deep, heavy sigh, as if carrying the weight of everything that happened between us.
In his eyes, there was only clear exhaustion, and his deep voice lowered slightly as he questioned me:
"What's wrong, Syra? What triggered your sudden anger and made you lose control over your powers?"
At that moment, I didn't see Night before me. I remembered the face of that filthy bastard "John," and the fires of rage ignited in me again.
My teeth gritted together firmly, and my fists clenched so hard my knuckles turned white.
"Where is he?"
I said the words in a rough, choked voice, then screamed them louder as I turned my head quickly searching for him in every corner.
"Where is that bastard?!"
Night furrowed his brows, and curiosity appeared on his face. He said in a voice filled with fake calmness:
"Who are you talking about, Syra? Who is he?"
I looked at him with a sharp, powerful gaze, carrying all meanings of threat and warning, and uttered the name in a low voice that sounded like a bullet:
"John."
As soon as he heard the name, all traces of artificial calmness melted from his face.
His jawline hardened, his eyes narrowed sharply, and rampant anger appeared on his features.
I knew then, without any doubt, that he knew his cousin well, and that no further explanation was needed. Our anger had become a single wave.
I spotted him standing leaning against the wall with his usual sarcastic smile that provoked me the moment I saw him.
He panicked, and his smile quickly vanished. I shouted at him, and fire ignited in my hands with a fierce glow, rushing toward him with the intent of revenge.
If it weren't for Night catching me and hugging me with sudden force, I would have reached him.
I was thrashing and screaming for him to let me go so I could finish him. I said with intense anger:
"That bastard Siren, I will rip your throat out with my hands to prevent you from ever singing again for life!"
I was breathing heavily, wanting to free myself from his grip at any cost. I continued with a louder scream:
"How dare you approach me? How? How did you dare try to kiss me, you filthy thing? Let me go, Night!"
I raised my hand to fire a flaming arrow that almost hit him, but Night moved quickly and pulled him away.
Here, I screamed one last time, but this scream was different; it was stronger and more savage.
As soon as I heard the echo of what I said, I saw a mass of thick black smoke gathering and hovering around us in the air.
It wasn't just a cloud, but a living entity that shot with insane speed toward John.
The smoke wrapped around him like snakes, binding him and choking him with relentless force.
The pressure continued until John lost consciousness completely, and his body collapsed onto the ground motionless.
I was panting heavily, my hot breath burning my lungs as I suddenly felt my strength failing and fading, as if it evaporated into the air after all that fiery energy I had completely exhausted.
A searing pain swept through my body, as if I had been brutally beaten. I looked at Night with extreme fatigue, trying to slip from his grip.
"Let me go!"
But he didn't. On the contrary, he tightened his grip well, restraining my remaining movement. He was staring at me with concern, muttering words:
"You are not well."
And indeed I wasn't. My body began to lose its heat with terrifying speed; a biting cold swept through me as if I were hit by frost.
I turned my gaze with difficulty toward Arin and Klaus, who were standing not far away. I directed words of blame at them that hid gratitude behind them:
"You fools! Why did you interfere? I was about to hurt you!"
Then I smiled a faint smile and continued in a sarcastic tone:
"You are brave, what loyal fools you are! Oof!"
Klaus smiled calmly while Arin burst into loud laughter at my words. In the back, I heard Julia's worried voice saying with feigned sharpness:
"I almost died of fear! Damn you!"
Then she pouted cutely, which sparked my weak laughter. I can't believe this child is my brother's mate.
But the laugh vanished quickly with the return of the biting cold. I felt my limbs literally freezing.
In that moment, Night's embrace seemed like a tempting and warm sanctuary. Without much thought, I rested my head against his broad chest.
I immediately felt his body heat and warmth, which was like fire compared to my coldness.
He pulled me closer to him, carrying me in his arms and examining me with increasing concern.
I think he felt my extreme coldness. He uttered my name with deep calmness, addressing me directly:
"Syra..."
I hummed to him in a faint voice, a sign that I heard him. I was shaking violently in his arms.
He placed his lips on my forehead for a moment, checking my temperature, then shouted in a near-panicked tone:
"Damn it! You're cold as ice!"
I hummed to him again and answered with difficulty, words coming out fragmented:
"Don't worry... this is my nature because I exhausted my fire power... I'll be fine... just a little rest... and a warm hug... will do the trick."
I said it while barely opening my eyes.
Night laughed at my words—a light, dismissive laugh.
"Is that all? It's very simple!"
I nodded "yes" to him and closed my eyes, surrendering to the warmth.
I opened my eyes slowly and heavily, as if my eyelids were weighted with lead. I didn't need much time to realize my situation: I was completely buried in his arms.
His masculine scent, mixed with a refreshing aroma of coffee and dark chocolate, planted a deep sense of comfort and tranquility in my soul.
I was still shaking slightly from the biting cold that overtook me after exhausting my powers.
So, instead of moving away, I dug myself into his embrace with more force, clinging to his clothes like a drowning person clutching at a straw.
He pulled me even closer, his arms wrapping around my waist protectively. I wondered to myself shyly: Is he really asleep?
I ignored my rising shyness and called his name in a faint voice.
"Night."
But my voice came out hoarse and tired, barely audible.
Night pulled back slightly, looking at me with his worried eyes.
As soon as his warm body moved away, a wave of cold attacked me again.
I grumbled with childish annoyance and pulled him closer to me.
"Don't move away, I feel cold."
He chuckled a warm and playful laugh. I raised my head from his chest, taking a position of clear pouting and annoyance.
I saw him smiling very widely, even his prominent white teeth were visible from the extent of the smile.
His smile was incredibly attractive, and with the look in his glowing eyes, he was extremely handsome at that moment.
I remained staring at him for long seconds, drowning in the charm of his handsomeness, and a foolish smile I wasn't aware of was etched on my face.
We stayed like that for moments, his hands holding me tightly, and his warmth was the only thing separating me from the biting cold.
Night finally broke the silence, his voice surprisingly calm after all the chaos we went through:
"Do you feel better?"
I only nodded my head to him, murmuring faint words as I tightened my grip on his shirt:
"Just... don't move."
He raised his eyebrows slowly, and signs of amusement began to appear on his face. He tried to provoke me with a cunning smile:
"I have a better way to warm you up."
I pouted with immediate annoyance, anticipating what he was aiming for, and said sharply:
"Stop your perversion, you idiot!"
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Night let out a deep sigh of relief, exhaling the breath he had been holding.
He spoke in a tone that carried both blame and love:
"Damn you, you scared me!"
I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment of silence. Suddenly, I felt an unfamiliar warmth permeating my body.
It wasn't just ordinary warmth; it was a strange, powerful sensation that brought vitality back into my veins.
I furrowed my brows in increasing wonder; I could clearly feel Night's energy flowing through me—a clean, warm energy I had never felt before.
I opened my eyes and looked directly at him. I realized immediately what he had done: he had given me a part of his own energy, sacrificing some of his strength for my sake.
He looked at me calmly and said in a confident, reassuring tone:
"This is so you can recover your strength quickly."
I smiled with genuine gratitude, the words coming out with difficulty but sincere and from the heart:
"Thank you, Night."
He returned the smile with a calm, charming one.
A sense of sleepiness began to heavy my eyelids with a force I couldn't resist. My body had completely relaxed after the renewal of strength within it.
I yawned deeply and said sluggishly before falling into a deep sleep:
"Goodnight."
In those final moments of consciousness, I felt his arms pulling me toward him, and I heard his voice whispering warm words that I didn't focus on much due to the overwhelming sleepiness:
"Sweet dreams, my little one."
I didn't focus much on his words; sleep had completely overcome me.
Morning began to seep gently into my private world. The first rays of the sun pierced the glass window, drawing golden lines on the marble floor, then slowly crawled to touch my face with a warm stroke, enough to pull me from my night's slumber.
I opened my eyes, feeling an unusual vitality flooding my body—a renewed energy that pushed me to get up immediately without lingering or procrastinating in bed.
I instinctively reached out to the other side of the bed, but my hand met only emptiness; a slight coldness was proof of his absence.
Did he wake up that early? The question crossed my mind as I headed toward the bathroom.
After a refreshing shower, I wore a green dress the color of spring leaves, decorated with an elegant brooch pinned to one side.
I left my hair to cascade freely down my back; it had grown so long it touched my lower back.
I put on my high heels, which added some height and femininity, and applied a light touch of makeup to look natural and radiant before leaving the room.
I felt extremely hungry—almost a terrifying hunger. It seemed all the energy I gained from the sunlight had been exhausted in moments, leaving me in desperate need of something to satisfy my appetite and give me strength for the rest of the day.
I entered the hall with confident steps, and immediately, all eyes turned toward me.
I was the center of attention for moments.
I saw him sitting as usual, presiding over the table with dignity and prestige. My eyes met his, and Night exchanged a look of clear admiration, accompanied by a small smile barely etched on his lips.
I advanced toward my usual place beside him. I greeted those present with brief, formal words, completely ignoring his continuous staring; it stirred some shyness inside me, so I focused my gaze on the faces present.
Everyone was already there, except for that "pervert" who was nowhere to be seen.
His father was eyeing me with lethal looks, carrying reproach or perhaps hidden hatred.
As for Violet, she was staring at me with clear resentment and disgust, or perhaps those were looks of unmistakable jealousy.
I gave a hidden side-smile and decided to provoke that blonde on purpose. I turned to Night and said in a loud, clear voice:
"Good morning... darling."
He blinked several times, appearing completely surprised to receive such a title from me in front of everyone. But he recovered quickly and answered with a charming smile:
"Good morning... my little one."
"My God, I wasn't hallucinating that night after all,"
I whispered to myself in amazement. I felt the heat of shyness coloring my cheeks, and I smiled with genuine embarrassment this time.
I looked at Violet again; she was literally boiling with rage. My smile widened with satisfaction; this feeling was very comforting. I had to clarify her real position here.
No one approaches my property.
I began eating my meal quietly, and despite being busy with food, I could feel his piercing gaze following me without pause.
Suddenly, Julia nudged me lightly in my side. I looked at her with a silent questioning look, meaning
"What is it?".
She smiled cunningly and began talking to me via telepathy:
"Oh, Syra! 'Darling' and 'my little one'... what is this sudden romantic development?"
I replied with slight annoyance, trying to end the subject:
"Julia, for God's sake! Don't start this talk now."
Julia chuckled softly at my obvious annoyance. After that, she gestured toward Lauren with a smile, so I asked her with sincere interest:
"Do you feel better today?"
She nodded and replied with a light laugh:
"I'm fine, thank God. But pregnancy is a bit tiring, as you know."
At that moment, Arin held her hand with a tender smile full of love and affection.
I chuckled playfully and said jokingly:
"Of course it will be tiring, since Arin is the father of the child!"
Everyone burst out laughing at my sarcastic comment. Arin said with a clear laugh:
"That's obvious! But I'm nothing compared to Night. I bet his child will be more mischievous than all of us!"
At the mention of his name, I suddenly choked on my coffee and began coughing loudly, my eyes fixed on Night with extreme shyness, my cheeks flushing red.
He gave a cunning side-smile at my obvious embarrassment and said wickedly, increasing my tension:
"I'm truly looking forward to that day."
I couldn't help myself; I hit his shoulder lightly and shouted at him in a low voice full of rebuke and joking:
"NIIIIIGHT!"
Everyone began laughing hysterically at us and our interactions. I looked at Arin with feigned sharpness, promising him with my eyes for starting the conversation that brought me such embarrassment.
After we finished eating, the girls and I headed to sit and relax for a bit in the palace's second garden.
The first garden was under renovation and re-decoration after the destruction I had caused to it previously.
I sighed with slight regret as we sat, remembering the chaos I had left behind.
The maid brought us cups of refreshing strawberry juice with small pieces of delicious sweets.
We started chatting about various topics, from details of our daily lives to our future plans, enjoying the quiet atmosphere and each other's company.
Suddenly, we spotted Klaus rushing very quickly toward the inside of the palace. His excessive speed aroused my concern; I immediately felt that something was happening. I shouted his name loudly:
"KLAUS!"
Stopping him in his tracks as I hurried toward him.
I stood before him, questioning in a commanding tone:
"What is it, Klaus? Why all this haste?"
He looked at me with clear confusion and stammered:
"I... I'm going to Alpha Night's office."
I narrowed my eyes suspiciously; it was clear he didn't want to tell me the details.
"Fine, then," I thought. I decided not to give him the chance to hide the matter, so I preceded him with quick steps toward Night's office, while he followed me with increasing confusion and somewhat stumbling steps.
Upon arriving at his office, followed by a clearly flustered Klaus, Night looked at us with apparent surprise.
I ignored his looks and headed directly toward one of the seats. I sat down and crossed my arms, staring at Klaus sharply, putting more pressure on him.
Klaus stepped forward, sweating from confusion, looking at me and then at Night. Night said in a commanding tone:
"Speak, Klaus. What is the matter?"
The latter answered with extreme confusion:
"Alpha... Max has escaped!"
Night stood up from his seat with intense rage, his eyes sparking fire:
"What?! That bastard! How did he manage to escape?"
Klaus replied with the same confusion:
"I don't know, Alpha. The security is very tight. I think there are spies among us."
I was looking at them without full understanding.
"Who is this Max?" I asked, interrupting their conversation. Night looked at me, then pulled his hair back, tugging it with clear nervousness, and said with distress:
"My cursed brother."
"My God! That crazy brother of his is named Max?"
I stood up shouting: "WHAAAAT?!"
Then I burst into hysterical laughter, inappropriate for the tense situation.
They looked at me with wonder, as if saying:
"This is not a situation to laugh at!".
I stopped laughing suddenly and said in a serious tone:
"That bitch knew!"
Night stepped toward me, signs of questioning and curiosity on his face. I sighed deeply, and before he could say a word, I continued:
"Siran knew. She could feel him, feel the coming danger."
"What?!"
I let out a long exhale and continued:
"She telepathically contacted me yesterday and told me that danger is looming around us and we must prepare for it. She knew, Night, but she didn't tell me everything!"
I stared at him; he was looking at me with strange looks I didn't understand at all. I closed my eyes tightly trying to telepathically reach "Siran," but she didn't respond.
"That stupid wolf isn't responding to me!"
Night left me, pacing the office with rampant rage, stamping the ground hard with his foot. I stared at Klaus, who was looking at me with the same puzzled look.
Night said sharply:
"We must find the spies as quickly as possible! Damn it!"
He squeezed his hand so hard his knuckles turned white, then punched the wall violently, making a hole in it, shouting:
"Why can't you find them?! WHYYYY?!"
He was breathing heavily with sheer rage controlling him.
Night was acting like a total madman because of this immense rage.
Eventually, he left the office, slamming the door behind him with such force the walls shook.
I sighed deeply, staring at Klaus who was still a bit tense. I asked him in a serious tone:
"What are we going to do now? And how can we take them down?"
Klaus answered with relative confidence and calmness:
"I'm certain they are dangerously close to us."
I interrupted him quickly and instinctively:
"You mean... in the palace?"
He nodded calmly, then followed with clear suspicion in his tone:
"Night's uncle and his sons... I haven't been comfortable with them since they arrived here. Problems have significantly increased with him."
I agreed with him completely; disasters had been pouring down on us since their arrival. But I said cautiously:
"He's right, but that isn't sufficient evidence. We need tangible proof."
Klaus froze in his place for a fleeting moment, and I realized immediately that Night was telepathically communicating with him at that moment.
Suddenly, he said with clear confusion, avoiding my eyes:
"I have to go now... see you later."
And he hurried out of the office.
He left me alone with my conflicting thoughts.
"Could the spy be here among us? Damn it!"
I felt like my head was about to explode from excessive thinking and anxiety. I desperately needed to go out and run for a bit to clear my mind.
Siran was very upset by the idea that she could no longer run freely in the forest due to the danger looming over us.
I felt her nervousness increasing and tensing recently. I scoffed with discontent:
"Even Night won't allow us to go out to the forest alone!"
A feeling of adventure struck me:
"Shall I go without telling him? We won't be long."
Siran replied to me immediately with excitement mixed with caution:
"I want to go out so much! But... it's better if our mate goes with us as a kind of extra protection."
She was right; safety first. I went to search for him throughout the palace.
"Where the hell is he?" I muttered in boredom. I felt the strong bond that unites us; he's here, I'm sure of it. Siran told me calmly via telepathy:
"He's in the back courtyard of the palace."
I hurried there. I found him standing with pride, with soldiers and warriors lined up in discipline before him, informing them of the new plans for guarding and defending the palace in light of the current circumstances.
He noticed my presence from the corner of his eye. I stepped toward him with quick steps; I was about to say what I came for and ask for his permission to go out, but he interrupted me with total coldness and speed:
"Not now, Syra."
I opened my mouth in shock and condemnation of his rude manner, but he said with greater sharpness:
"I'm busy."
He immediately went back to finishing his talk with the soldiers, as if I weren't there.
Klaus and Arin were standing there with them too, and extreme tension was clear on all their features.
I was overwhelmed by a feeling of rage and resentment because of his neglect of me, his lack of concern, and the rude way he treated me in front of everyone.
"Fine, Night. Or am I the stupid one here?"
I blamed myself harshly.
"Why did I even come to tell him? It would have been better to just go and return quickly; that would have been far better than being subjected to this insult in front of everyone's eyes."
I was walking with quick, angry steps, heading directly to my room.
As soon as I arrived, I slammed the door behind me, then hurried to change my clothes into a light, comfortable outfit that would make it easy for me to transform and move.
I didn't waste time; I headed toward my room's balcony and jumped from it with grace and agility.
I completely masked my scent and aura so as not to be discovered or noticed by anyone.
I began moving lightly between the trees, jumping from branch to branch with great skill and without making any sound, like a passing ghost in the dark.
I finally reached the high palace wall, jumped over it with amazing ease, and as soon as my feet touched the forest floor, I transformed and ran using my wolf's maximum speed.
I shot into the forest with immense happiness flooding my being from the success of my infiltration plan, leaving behind the palace's restrictions and Night's rage.