Mated to the Mad Lord-Chapter 139: Survival mode

Ravon had just been about to step out, his thoughts focused on consoling Fiona especially after the scene they saw and how upset she was as she left and returned to her room but he had just moved to pull open the door when he smelled the thick scent of blood in the air.

Thick enough to signify the death of more than one person! His first reaction was to step out and get things under control, to teach whomever was behind it a lesson.

Yet his survival instincts kicked in... something he was thankful for as he peeked out of his door and froze, eyes widening in shock as his entire body began to tremble. His eyesight was good enough for him to identify guards among the bodies he could see on the floor.

His mind raced as he realized that even he couldn’t do such a feat, especially when some of them were still groaning in pain on the floor, begging for help. It wasn’t the work of vampires, especially since many were alive, and one of them even dared to scratch against his door, to whom Ravon quickly wished a quick death upon as his heart thumped in his chest.

He locked the door, gritting his teeth in anger as he glared at it, cursing the maker of it in his head, considering the fact that it was normal wood and not like the one Cain had in his wing, which was imbibed with the silver metal that would make it extremely difficult and painful for a werewolf to break down.

Ravon hoped that he was stuck in a dream, one he would soon wake up from, but peeking out again, it was clear that it wasn’t a dream and more a nightmare that had become his current reality.

"Shit! Shit!" he mumbled under his breath.

"I knew it was a bad idea to come here!" recalling the bright picture Eldric had painted for him when he mentioned the rumors he had heard about Cain.

"He’s insane... bonkers!" His eyes flashed around every corner of his office with panic as he tried to look for the best place to hide, only for his eyes to land on the red potion on the table. He slowly smiled as he settled down.

"The potion!" he gasped in relief as he realized that as long as he found a way to either feed or toss enough of the potion on himself, he should return back to normal. His eyes beamed with a spring in his step as he hurriedly moved to get as many as he could.

"Should I wait here or simply head outside and toss it on him!" he mumbled to himself, convinced that even with his irrational moods, Cain would be human enough to reward him for saving him from becoming a monster.

I guess being here is not so bad, he thought to himself, packing more of the red potion to his chest. "Yeah!" he nodded happily. "... as long as I’m careful!"

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Fiona smelled the blood as she sashayed down the stairs in her long black dress with her usual elegance, but she had almost gotten to the bottom when her eyes widened in alarm, shock, panic, and horror all at once as her heart thumped heavily in her chest. Her legs trembled ever so slightly as she backed up the stairs from where she came.

Human blood and werewolf blood were similar, but no werewolf could ever make the mistake of failing to differentiate between the two of them, and Fiona didn’t, as her inner voice screamed in alarm. She turned around and ran as fast as her legs could carry her back to her room, not caring that she tore her dress in the process, completely willing to go naked if that was what it took.

Thoughts flew through and out of her mind just as facts until she was safely behind the door and had locked it right behind herself, locking herself in, even as fear filled her eyes.

Are we being attacked? No! They would have sounded the alarm if that were true... so who was it? Who could do such a thing? Who killed so many people? she thought, struggling to wrap her head around it, even as her guts whispered the culprit to her, which she refused to accept.

It can’t be Cain! Cain can be violent, and he might even hate me right now, but deep in his heart, he’s a good person. He—he just has a wounded soul! she thought to herself, even as her entire body trembled at the bloody and gory scene she had seen, stuck in her mind in a way that made it impossible for her to ever forget.

"Shit!" she swore under her breath, even as her panic only seemed to increase the more she recalled it.

"Even death himself can’t be that cruel..."

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Frank froze. He had just turned the corner when his eyes settled on the beast right in front of him, which couldn’t be anyone else but who he knew it was.

The fur was black, and the size was more than five times bigger than any wolf he had ever seen. The bodies he had seen spoke volumes as he had struggled to end his fight the second the smell of blood filled the air and was enough to distract the ones he fought with.

Frank was older than he looked and had been the head of the elite guards even when Cain’s parents, Lord Baveli, were still alive, yet he had never felt the kind of fear that seeped into his bones and settled there as he watched the beast, which was definitely Cain, approach.

The bloodthirsty aura around him was enough for him to give up all hopes of ever running away and surviving. One pounce, and he was finished, and it didn’t help that the beast didn’t even see the need to slow down, even as Frank looked straight into his eyes and saw nothing human in his deep red eyes that resembled nothing close to that of a wolf with yellow eyes.

Instantly, Frank fell on his knees, only able to think of one thing that could probably save his life and keep him alive long enough for Cain to transform to his human form and beat him with his fists, something he had a greater chance of surviving as he opened his mouth to speak, lying through his teeth.

"We found Viole! We found your lover!" he said loudly, but the beast only growled louder, almost like he didn’t hear him, even as Frank turned it into a chant.

"We found him! Viole is alive!" "Viole is alive!" he kept on screaming as he felt the warm breath of the beast on his head, seconds away from having his head snapped off with a single tooth, even as he kept on shouting as loud as he could, almost like a mantra.

Please let him care enough to transform back to his human form! he internally pleaded with his eyes shut, hoping that his last words wouldn’t be completely meaningless to him.

His gaze was still focused on the ground when he felt a heavy hand on him and heard bones breaking. He watched as Cain shifted back into his human form, his grip hard enough on his shoulder to have broken his bones if he was human, as he growled in a hoarse tone, his body matted with sweat from head to toe.

"WHERE IS SHE?" Cain asked, but Frank’s heart was racing too loudly for him to notice what was wrong with the sentence, considering he had just told a lie in hopes of saving his life and had no idea where she was.

Fuck! staring into Cain’s eyes, as he opened his mouth, unable to speak, even as Cain’s expression became uglier the more he continued to stand there, like he was dumb.