Moonspell (1) Werewolf Romance

27. Intentions and sacrifices - M.

It came indeed to that. Mila was laying in Erik's arms listening to the birds outside, while the crips rays of sun entered the window of the cabin on that cold April morning. The guy that kidnapped her five months ago was now one of the people she cared most about in the world. 

Happiness. Happiness was such a foreign feeling for her, yet there she was with her strange interspecies affair. It didn't feel at all unnatural. Then again she didn't have many normal, healthy relationships in her life to compare it to. 

Despite all the things that had happened the night before, despite all the danger they were likely still in, everything seemed so peaceful in that brief moment. She was humming a song and caressing Erik's back, tracing all the scars he didn't heal. Mila had her own history with memories on skin, and knew not to be invasive though she was dying to know the story behind each of them. They managed indeed to sleep together in the most chaste way and it had been wonderful.

Suddenly, an earth-shattering scream pierced the air and the cabin started to shake. Erik was awake in an instant shielding Mila from the pieces falling from the ceiling.

"What is happening?" she asked, fearing that Kiril was going to storm in any minute.

"Dahiru. He must be very upset. I hope nothing happened to Samira and the baby."

It took less than minutes until the door of the room was ripped open and Dahiru appeared with eyes bright as the sun and bloody fangs.

"She is gone! How on earth did he do that!? She is gone!! I am going to kill him. I don't care who else I have to kill but I will. This means war!"

"Samira?! How do you know it was him?" asked Mila.

Dahiru threw a piece of silk cloth on the bed. It had the same color as Samira's nightgown. In bloody letters, it said 'Shiveluch', as an answer to Mila's questions.

"What does that mean? Did she write it? With blood?!"

"It's a volcano, in the Asian part of Russia. He wants us to meet there most probably. He made her write it. With blood," answered Erik.

"And I am going to break his fingers one by one for it," thundered Dahiru. His beautiful face was contorted in anger. 

"Why there?" asked Mila. 

"The relics can only be molten together by a mage in the pits of a volcano. I and Samira are the only known Lycans to have mage blood."

"Oh. Shit." Kiril could obviously not make Erik do that, so he took the only other option that happened to be also a brilliant bargaining chip. 

"You coming, Erik?" hissed Dahiru and slammed the door shut. Erik sighed from the depths of his chest. 

"He came and just took one of the best-guarded persons in here that was sleeping beside her Alpha husband?" said Mila, envisioning how fucked they were.

"Unlikely. He must have compelled her somehow."

"He can do that? Why does he not just bend everyone's will then?"

"This kind of magic takes sacrifices. Kiril is strong, but not that strong. Not yet at least," whispered Erik more to himself. 

He grabbed Mila's face and pressed his forehead to hers.

"The situation just became more complicated. I don't know what will happen, but I know we have to stop him and get Samira back. It will be a full-blown war. I have to take care of some things before we leave. Do you trust me?"

"Hmm yes... Meanwhile," answered Mila and smiled a bit. 

"I am glad. Get dressed, I will be back in ten minutes." Then he leaned over to kiss her on the lips somehow fearful but full of longing.