Chapter 13: THE IMMORTALS

In the whole of Silverwood, there are a group called the immortals. Usually unnamed and had nothing to do with the rest of the world. They hardly meddled in affairs of mortals, wolves and witches. All they did was tame the earth, grow trees, live gracefully while using their powers to better the ecosystem. They were very few in number and very rare to come across with was good. Their powers surpassed that of the witches and wolves but tend to use it for purify the land of Silverwood and beyond. They were not to be played with, so it was a good thing that they were the way they were.

They never involved themselves in anything, but once did. That was when they noticed Ethan. Due to the beauty these group carried, Ethan captured one of their own and did whatever he like with her. The infuriated her friends, they came forward to challenge Ethan, several of them, but Ethan held the upper hand, killing some and gravely injuring the rest. This showed how powerful Ethan’s moon spirit was. To be able to defeat several immortals was something else entirely. Everyone began to fear him for that. No one dared to challenge him ever again. The immortals feared him, though their powers were able to wipe out an entire pack, they couldn’t do anything, not while Ethan was the alpha.

Years passed and this was long forgotten, the immortals went back to their habit of not meddling in anyone’s affairs. Hiding in the shadows. Though it stayed this way, like the other packs of wolves, few of the immortals held a grudge mostly with the Zathkanan Palace and Ethan Blackwood, but they couldn’t approach him.

Still gazing at the ceiling, Ethan remembered this unknown man was indeed powerful. Maybe an immortal who dared to meddle, playing with him these past days. But the unknown man’s actions were nothing like the immortals.

The immortals would never use thousands of innocent souls to get to him. They loved mortals and wouldn’t dare to kill one much less three thousand? It was against their conduct. Plus behaviors like using Amara Morgan to get to him was unlike them also.

Thinking about Amara Morgan brought up the last possession.

What did she mean by my love? Who exactly was talking?

Ethan hated this. He hated feeling extremely helpless. This man was indeed good, good at taunting him. He wanted to stay closer to Amara Morgan to figure out who she was, but seemed like the possession happens whenever he is close to her. If he goes to her again, the next one might kill her completely so he decided to stay put and not show himself to her for a few weeks. Let her recover.

He should have to come up with a powerful seal to put on Amara, sealing her off from any other who wanted to infiltrate her mind.

Ethan sighed, and began counting what he had to do. Find this man and torture him, find out who Amara is and her connection to both him and the Zathkanan Palace, and who the hell had possessed her while he was at her house.

The more he thought about it, the more he remembered certain people he made love to. One of them was way before Lady Jane. She was indeed a menace thinking he would like her after one night.

Could she be the one?

He shook his head, the voice Amara used sounded nothing like hers. He didn’t plan to think about this any further, he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Why is this worrying him?

He was never the type to worry about things like this. If the lady wanted to use Amara to get to him, why then. Why not a long time ago.

Perhaps the unknown man met her and are both conspiring together. This was what worried Ethan. If it was so, then the two already knew about him and Amara’s connection. A connection that he himself knew nothing about.

With his head spinning in thoughts, he closed his eyes and fell deeply asleep.

His dream made it even worse. He was back on his bed. Gwen around his arms still cuddled up, but something felt different. The person in his arms wasn’t Gwen, he had never felt such perfect skin before. He turned around to look at the face. His eyes widened.

It was Amara Morgan.

Her eyes closed, her pale lips quivered and her face gentle. Ethan was awe struck by this mortal’s beauty, so much that he had forgotten everything around him. All he wanted to do was taste such beauty, but he restrained himself because she was a mortal. Although he didn’t believe she was after all that had happened, it pained him that he couldn’t touch her without knowing why.

This dream felt so real and even so, the person under his arms was Amara. He was confused. Had he slept with her? What sort of dream was this?

He had indeed thought about sleeping with her, but he couldn’t, not when she was sick and when he still needed to find out who she was.

Suddenly, Amara’s eyes flickered. She turned, looking upwards to face Ethan. Greeted with such ethereal beauty, Ethan couldn’t help but smile.

It was just a little silly dream, he could do whatever he wanted right? This was just a dream after all? He could sleep with her.

“You haven’t slept?” Amara asked, “still thinking about me?”

Ethan was taken aback by her statement, he couldn’t bring himself to laugh and decided to go with it.

“Yes, my love,” he said smiling.

Amara blushed, “I love it when you smile like that, it makes me want to kiss you the more.”

Ethan was speechless.

“Say, why don’t come closer and hug me tighter, don’t just smile at me like that.”

Ethan was still speechless.

Amara laughed. “Fine then, if you want another round, I will spread my legs however wide you want.”

Ethan’s eyes bulged. These words coming was Amara’s mouth was strange and it made the hairs at the back of his neck to stand.

Seeing he gave no response, Amara moved to action, she placed her hands beneath his waist and tugged softly.

Ethan wasn’t expecting this, the sudden burst of pleasure overwhelmed him. He let out a soft gasp. Seeing his reaction, Amara increased her speed.

Ethan’s head exploded with pleasure. Never had a mortal done this to him before. Come to think of it, it was really good, so good that he wanted her to handle him forever.

With another violent tug, he opened his mouth slightly and Amara pressed her lips on it. This gesture was warm, wet and tender, but was extremely confusing to Ethan. He was already in the mood and didn’t think much about it. He took the upper hand in the kiss, sucking and biting Amara’s lips wildly.

This lasted for a few minutes before his eyes opened. He was still on the bed and now beside him was Gwen, who was looking at him with wide eyes.

The feeling of Amara’s hand below his thighs still lingered almost like it was all real. He sat up, lightheaded. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Sorry, my Lord, but I have never seen you like the way you were tonight. Did you perhaps dream of me with you in bed?” Gwen asked.

Ethan was speechless. So all his reactions in the dream had shown in the present time, only one way this could be possible.

By a dark spell. Creating a realistic dream and anything that happens in that dream can happen in real life. If you die in that dream, you would in real life, if you get injured so would you be in real life. If you receive pleasure, so would you in real life. But this confused him deeply.

The only group adept with such power and spell were the immortals. This trick never worked on him before, why did it work now and what was more confusing was that, that person had the chance to kill him in his dream, but instead he made the dream about him and Amara. This was indeed strange.

What exactly was his connection with Amara Morgan?