Awakening A New Generation of Hunters

Chapter 4: Choices and Consequences - Part 4



Zuria's P.O.V

She woke up still a bit sore and hungry. Fin was probably at work, so she would just eat whatever she found and hope there were chocolates. She heard voices coming from downstairs and stopped walking when she overheard her name.

"You want to purchase her?"

"Name your price."

"I'll just give her to you, but next time on the nominations, I have your vote."

'Fin really doesn't love me. He's willing to give me away like I'm some sort of thing?' Completely overwhelmed, she ran to the window and called upon Tanwen, her dragon avatar, to pull her out of the mess she had gotten herself into. She found herself spiraling, struggling to gain control, but finding none. She clasped the chain he had given her in her hand, feeling the meaningless item. She ripped it off her neck, trying to understand what she had done wrong. Crushed, she let it go and watched the silver chain with a pure diamond disappear from her sight.

She grabbed her chest, feeling the constant, painful ricochet of knives against her heart and stomach. She didn't deserve this life; she didn't deserve what those three men had done to her, and surely, she didn't deserve to be sold, regardless of love. She let go of her Tanwen, wanting to fall into a better life without all this pain, false hope, and the constant feeling that she had disappointed everyone who loved her. She was high enough—if she retracted her wings, she would plummet and end it all.

She was caught by familiar, gentle arms; she could smell the bitter ash of her home. Tanwen must have called out to her father. Remembering the way she had burned bridges, she cried into her father's arms. Her father had never pulled away from her—despite her disrespect, deception, and disloyalty. She started crying harder when she entered the gates of Sanctuary. Her father dropped her off at the foot of the house and joined his mate, Uncle Koal, Kiowa, and now Tanwen.

Her knees trembled, and she held her stomach. She couldn't imagine how her dad must be looking at her; as always, she took a step back. She had left her angry parents burning fields over her awful decisions. In his justifiable pain, her dad had told her that if she left Sanctuary's gates, she was never to step through them again. She knew she had broken his heart when she stepped out to chase after a love she was never good enough for.

The silence made her anxious. She could hear the sobs coming from her dad, and that made her hurt. She took another step back, her tears not even trying to be hidden. She mourned the loss of her failed relationship, abandoning her family, betraying her people, and defiling herself for cheap affection. She called Tanwen to come back since she was also an essence of who she was. She cried, knowing she deserved nothing from the people who had raised and made her who she used to be.

"My baby."

Her dad ran to her, gave her a hug, and they stood there, both happy and sad at the same time. Her body hurt, her head was pounding, and her heart was crushed. She felt like nothing, and that nothing would ever be okay. She might never find what she needed from this world. She would have to be fine with that, because now she would have to ensure that every day her dad knew she was truly sorry for being blinded by love.

"I'm so sorry, Dad. I'm so sorry for everything."

She pulled back from the hug and knelt before her dad and father, her head touching her thighs. Her parents should never know the hell she had put herself through—all in the name of hating the way and the condition her parents had let her live. She was scared of being rejected, but by the emotions in the room, she knew they were not angry.

"That doesn't matter now; my baby is back. Come, you've lost a lot of weight… Koal, please tell the kitchen staff to make all of Zuria's favorite foods."

"Dad, I'm not hungry. I'm not feeling too well; I should probably get going…"

She knew her parents had let her be to make the mistakes she wanted to make. But what she didn't know was how they had survived without being able to save their daughter from this current downfall.

"Nonsense; this is still your home. Come, stand up. Let me help you upstairs. Babie, please call the doctor."

Her father nodded, and for the first time, she knew she didn't need to sleep with one eye open or fear the danger of being attacked. She lay back into the pillow, groaning as she descended.

"Dad, I'm truly sorry for everything I did and the words I spat."

"You've always been forgiven. Don't look at the past as something to feel bad about; look at the past as something to learn from. Baby, I don't know what you've been through, but I know that even when the road is dark, you will continue going until you find the light."

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Loki's P.O.V

"The underworld is raving about an untamed elementalist among them."

Donavan barged into his office, shattering his peace of mind, but he didn't come alone because in the next second, the other voice filled the silence.

"She is said to be Fin's violent bitch."

Aibek added, both not noticing the small pile of paperwork. Later today, they would have to travel to Brooklyn to make an appearance at the latest car showing. That was the perfect opportunity to also supply his supplier at one go. Humans enjoyed holding this thing called a 'gun' to threaten the supernatural; if it wasn't funny watching their bravado, he would have been pissed ages ago.

"Prepare the supplies; we leave at eight, so say goodbye to your woman and get some rest."

Unlike his brother, he had yet to meet his counterpart. Though, unlike his brother, his work would drive him crazier than not finding his fated mate. He was a very busy man because he wanted to be; no relationship was good enough, so he had a line of hook-ups here and there. All he had to do was focus his energy, channeling the lines of wickedness to pipe through the cold concrete and envelop his body in flames.

"Son, how are our branches doing?"

"We're thriving, father. The only hiccup is the damn elementalist sniffing around the rings."

"Stay far from their raider; they're probably fishing for something specific, and you must find out what they've lost."

"We have two crates of national foreign weaponry that includes an African diamond for the force. Humans have this obsession with bombs; might as well blow their minds with this supernatural weakening tool."

"Mmm. And what is your brother doing?"

"Don't stress him with the load of attacks we got from two locations. He's good at dealing with the clean stuff of the human realm clashing with hell."

"He's trying to find his mother, isn't he?"

"Yes. I don't get why you don't just tell him. Father, the more he digs, the more he communicates with beings truly evil. My advice is to tell him everything. I have a meeting in three hours, and my busy schedule barely gave me time to rest."

"So, you're not going to the human realm?"

"NAH. Demons annoy me more than the useless beings I come across."

"Your fated mate could be human."

"SHH. Father, don't jinx me."

He walks away and wanders into his room. Instead of picturing this 'hell' as a flaming pit of fire, he imagined it as a realm where hell was what you thought it to be. Countless souls thought hell was paradise, but instead of enjoying the illusion, they had to give up something each time. To him, hell was his home—the only home he had ever known and the only place where he had ever felt wanted. He laid on his bed, counted to three, and then he was out.


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