Chapter 19 The Mist That Watches
Lulu
I didn’t know when my breathing started getting this heavy every time I’m near Alpha Caspian.
Maybe it was after he held me like a man terrified of losing his entire world. Or when the way he looked at me changed—darker, deeper, more… painful. Or maybe it was when I realised that whatever was happening between us wasn’t just about him and me.
There was Morpheus between us—and something binding the three of us together in ways I simply couldn’t understand.
And today, that frustration reached its breaking point.
“I said stop following me,” I hissed as we made our way up the stairs toward my room.
Caspian walked half a step behind me—silent, expression unreadable. As usual. Like an Alpha who hides his thoughts behind a thick wall of fog.
“I’m not following you,” he murmured.
“You’ve been on my heels since the studio—and honestly, I don’t even know how long you’ve been lurking around just to get on my nerves.”
“That was a coincidence.”
I stopped abruptly and spun around, giving him the exact look that said, seriously, mate?
His gaze slid to the side. “I… just wanted to make sure you weren’t leaving the pack house. And you haven’t said a word to me.”
“Oh, right. The famous Alpha Caspian—who usually has she-wolves throwing themselves at him—is now tailing after a rejected, pregnant, and very frustrated she-wolf.”
“You’re still angry?”
“Yes. What, do you think this is just another normal day for you?” I snapped. “Listen, Alpha. Don’t make me think I’m supposed to bow to you like those heat-drunk she-wolves out there. Go ahead—get angry like you always do. The worst you can do is choke me to death again, isn’t it?”
“I told you I’d never do that again, Lulu. I apologised. Why do you keep bringing it up?”
“Oh, so it’s my fault now? Tell me, where else am I supposed to get answers when the Alpha with the widest knowledge in the pack keeps acting like he’s hiding everything from me?”
He opened his mouth, then closed it again—clearly with no argument left to use.
And that’s the worst thing about Alpha Caspian—he wanted me close, yet he never actually let me in. Too many secrets. Sorcerers, Morpheus, water magic, threats out there in the dark… he kept them all locked away.
And me? I’ve just been stumbling around blindly, guessing my way through everything.
Enough. Today I needed answers—but that didn’t mean he needed to glued himself to me just because he promised to “reveal everything slowly”.
“Well then,” he said, moving ahead of me, “let’s see Niobe.”
Oh Moon Goddess. This man is a specialist in making me want to punch a wall. He could’ve said this yesterday without me having to yell at him first.
When we reached her room, Niobe was sitting on the sofa, reading what looked like a floating spellbook hovering in front of her face.
“You’re here earlier than I expected,” Niobe said with a faint smile. “And… Lulu. You want to know about Morpheus, don’t you?”
So she knew before I even opened my mouth.
Caspian stood beside me, body angled slightly as if acting as a shield—or a boundary?—which made me want to snort. “Tell her,” he said to Niobe. “All of it. About Morpheus.”
His tone shifted when he mentioned Morpheus. Something sharp in it—fear? Or… jealousy?
Niobe gestured for me to sit. I did, though my mind was racing far too quickly.
“Morpheus is a water-element sorcerer,” Niobe began softly. “A very powerful one. Perhaps the strongest still alive.”
She snapped her book shut and came closer. “His magic isn’t like ordinary water elementals. He can use mist to hide auras, illusions, even distort certain movements in time.”
My throat tightened. “That’s… why he seems to disappear?”
“Yes,” Siphora replied. “A sorcerer like him is slippery. Impossible to find unless he wants to be found.”
Niobe continued, “But that’s not everything. Morpheus has a connection to the supernatural energy of Sapphire Water. He keeps the balance. If there’s any non-werewolf threat—witches, vampires, rogue hybrids, vengeful sorcerers—his energy moves first.”
Caspian finally spoke, voice low and rough. “He’s always there. Even when you don’t see him—like that night on the balcony.”
A cold shiver crawled up my spine. This whole time… was I being watched? Or protected?
Niobe nodded gently. “And Lulu… your interactions with him aren’t coincidences. Morpheus’ energy always reacts to a source of fire.”
Heat burst in my chest. I knew exactly what that meant—just like Mum had told me.
Caspian took a long breath, his face darkening.
“Lulu,” he said, “there’s a prophecy… an old one. It says Morpheus will one day have a mate born of fire.”
My heart stopped for half a second.
Niobe added quietly, “And you… are the only fire-element wolf left.”
Silence swallowed the room. Niobe closed her eyes as if the air had shifted.
I couldn’t speak. My throat felt dry. My chest burned—not from my element, but from shock, confusion, and… like I was drawn to something that should terrify me.
“So…” I finally whispered, “he’s been approaching me because of a prophecy?”
Caspian shook his head quickly—too quickly. “Not just that.”
“How would you know?”
His gaze tightened. “Because I’m the Alpha linked to his supernatural energy. Of course I know.”
Of course he did. He’s the Alpha. He would know. And that realisation made me scoff softly—realising he must have lied to me before.
On the balcony at night, when that faint mist brushed my skin like a cold hand trying to soothe me.
In the underground warehouse when sorcerers almost attacked—and were suddenly flung back by invisible water. And every time I felt someone watching me gently—not stalking, but guarding. Now I finally knew that presence was Morpheus.
Niobe looked at me deeply, reading every tiny flicker on my face. “You’re curious, aren’t you?”
Of course I was. I wanted to know who the mist-covered man really was. Why his energy felt like… home. Why every time he appeared, my chest acted like it had forgotten how to function.
Caspian looked tense, but he still asked, “What’s going through your mind, Lulu?”
“I want to see him.” I couldn’t hold it back.
Caspian shut his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose like a man trying not to break furniture. “Lulu… you can’t just approach Morpheus. He’s not… a being who follows a normal schedule.”
“Then how do I find him?”
“It isn’t easy,” he said. “He moves like mist. Not bound by time like us werewolves. The only sign of his presence is—”
“Mist?” I guessed.
“No. Dew.” Caspian’s eyes sharpened. “If dew appears at night—thicker than usual—that’s a sign he’s near.”
My heart thumped hard. “So… the sudden night dew—”
“Yes,” Niobe said softly. “That’s Morpheus. He’s never been far from you.”
Goodness. I didn’t know whether to be scared or… touched. Pathetically, a part of me whispered, I want to see him again.
The explanations continued—water magic, mist symbols, healing, even the ability to hide trauma, memories, or emotional wounds. My head spun. A thousand questions about Morpheus flooded my mind until Caspian finally cut in. “That’s enough for today. Lulu will get a migraine if she takes in more.”
I wanted to argue, but honestly—he was right. My head was full of fog and unanswered questions.
As he walked me toward the door, Niobe called out, “Lulu.”
I turned. The energy in the room shifted—colder, heavier. Niobe lifted a hand, touching the air as if feeling an unseen current.
“There’s a change…” she whispered. “Tonight… Morpheus will be close.”
Caspian immediately stiffened like he was about to unsheathe claws. “Niobe.”
She only gave me a gentle smile. “If you want answers… go to the garden. Check the dew.”
A shiver ran down my spine.
And before Caspian could interrupt or forbid anything, Niobe added, “Go alone.”
Oh. That lit up a very wrong, very inappropriate kind of excitement inside me.
When I stepped out of Niobe’s room, I felt… alive. Restless. Thrumming with anticipation. Tonight, I’d look for the dew. And maybe… I’d find the truth.
Or Morpheus would find me first.