Chapter 11 Chapter 11
ELIJAH'S POV
I knew Damon wouldn't lie.
If he said he was going to kill Anna, he was going to kill her. He was extremely dangerous and Unfortunately, Anna didn't know that yet.
I walked fast through the courtyard, my mind racing. The servants stepped aside the moment they saw me coming. Some bowed, some looked away. Being Alpha had its advantages—people respected me. But right now, that didn’t matter.
I needed to find Anna.
I hadn’t seen her since the coronation. Maybe she was angry, maybe she didn’t trust me anymore—I didn’t know. But I had to see her.
I had to warn her about Damon… somehow.
When I reached the servant quarters, the atmosphere felt intense. A few maids outside froze when they noticed me. “Alpha Elijah,” one greeted, bowing quickly.
“Where’s Anna?” I asked.
They glanced at one another but stayed silent. Then her stepmother stepped out from behind the door, wiping her hands on her apron.
Her face brightened immediately when she saw me. “Alpha Elijah,” she called out, lowering her head respectfully. “What a surprise. You should have sent word—I would have prepared something fit for your visit.”
“That won’t be necessary,” I said evenly. “I’m only here to see Anna, your stepdaughter.”
At once, the smile faded from her lips. “Anna?” she repeated, pretending to think. “Oh… she’s not here.”
“Where is she?”
“I don’t know, Alpha,” she answered too quickly. “She left earlier today. She didn’t tell me where. That stupid girl is always wandering off when there’s work to do.”
I looked at her closely. Her hands were fidgeting, her eyes shifting everywhere except at me. She was lying, and I could smell the fear on her.
Maybe she didn’t want me to see Anna.
“Is that so?” I questioned quietly.
She nodded fast. “Yes, Alpha!”
I took a slow breath and stepped back. There was no point pushing further. If she was hiding Anna, she wouldn’t risk saying it—not even to me.
“If she returns, tell her I was looking for her.”
“Yes, Alpha,” she replied quickly, bowing again.
I turned and left, my jaw tightening.
I didn’t believe her.
Not for a second.
But there was nothing I could do—not yet. I just had to hope Anna was safe. Suddenly, my mind went back to the night it all started. My thoughts drifted to the reason Damon was trying to kill her.
It happened five years ago.
The night Damon almost died.
The rogues came for us near the riverbank. There were too many of them—ten, maybe more. We fought hard, but one of them had silver blades covered in wolfsbane. That poison… it’s the worst thing that can touch a werewolf. It burns the blood, eats the flesh, and kills its victim slowly.
Damon took a deep cut across his chest before I could help him. He fell to the ground, shaking, blood pouring out. I carried him to a small cabin nearby—just the two of us and one maid who had followed. We didn’t even know her name back then. She was just a quiet girl who cleaned my room and never spoke unless spoken to.
I tried to save him, but nothing worked. His pulse was fading, and his skin was turning cold. I knew what wolfsbane did. Damon wouldn’t last till morning.
Then she moved closer.
The maid.
She knelt beside him, tears in her eyes. “I won’t let you die, Prince Damon,” she whispered, pressing her hands on his wound.
I wanted to push her away, but then… her hands started glowing. Red and silver light spread from her palms, bright enough to blind me. Damon gasped as his wound began to heal. The poison hissed and burned out of his body.
And I felt it—her power.
She wasn’t just a wolf or a witch. There was something else inside her too. She was also a vampire.
She had all three.
When the light faded, Damon was alive again. But I still couldn’t move. I was frozen to the spot because of what I had just witnessed.
She looked up at me, scared. “Please don’t tell anyone,” she pleaded, tears running down her cheeks.
That night, I learned the truth. She was a Tribid—half wolf, half witch, and half vampire. The only one of her kind, and a creature that shouldn’t exist.
The elders always said if one was ever born, it must be killed before it takes its first breath. A Tribid is too powerful, too unnatural.
It was referred to as an abomination.
And now one stood right in front of me.
Damon was afraid of her too. He said her kind could destroy everything. He said no good could ever come from something like her. We made up our minds that night.
We were going to kill her.
But when the time came… I couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t kill her.
So instead of killing her, I took her to a witch who lived deep in the northern woods. She was old—older than anyone I knew—and she had the power to erase memories and hide magic. I begged her to help.
The witch agreed, but she warned me that the process would be painful. It would strip away every trace of who Anna was that night—her powers, her memories, and her connection to us. She would forget everything about being a Tribid.
I agreed.
When it was over, Anna lay still for hours. Her skin was pale, her heartbeat slow. But when she opened her eyes again, she looked at me with confusion.
“Who are you?” she asked softly.
She couldn’t remember me. She couldn’t remember Damon. She couldn’t remember the night she saved his life.
Everything was gone.
So I lied. I told her she was just a human girl who worked as a maid. I told her she had fainted in the woods and I brought her back. She believed me. She had no reason not to.
After that, I took her back to the castle.
Damon had already been waiting for news. He expected me to kill her, and I couldn’t let him know the truth. So I burned some old clothes and ashes, showed them to him, and told him she was dead.
He believed me.
That same morning, he fought with the elder council and left the pack. Since then, I’ve kept Anna safe and made sure no one ever questioned who she really was.
And that was why I suggested a secret relationship when I fell in love with her. Because if I made our relationship public, the elder council would look into her and find out that she was the last Tribid.
If they ever found out the truth, they wouldn’t think twice before killing her.
But now, things were far worse. Damon was back—and he knew Anna was alive.
And this time, he was coming to finish what we started. He wanted her dead… even though she was the one who saved his life that night.