I Claim Your LOVE

A Stranger With Powers

The night was growing darker with every passing moment. The sky was black tranquility married to a poetry of stars. It was a special kind of blackness today as there was no moon to throw its light on the dazzling stars or the world beneath for that matter.

Callan veiled his face and covered his body to prevent leaking of his scent. The irony being that nobody except Einar knew how Callan smelled. He strode ahead and passed the sleeping soldiers who were guarding the large dungeons of the King's palace. He quickly made his way to the deep underground spiraling through the pavements where he was met with the horror and brutality of the King and his people. The prisoners here were literally rotting. There were corpses lying all around which drenched of foul sickening smell, others who were alive were either mutilated or were reduced to their bones.

Callan was deeply saddened with the sight he witnessed. He wanted to help them but he knew he was out there to perform an important task. Turn after turn he quickly scanned every prison. He settled on one of them when he saw a blonde haired man who was of a short stature, hugging his knees with water flowing through his eyes constantly. His face said it all and Callan knew that he had finally found his destination.

"Are you Octavius?" Callan murmured in a whisper so as to make sure only the man inside could hear him.

The blonde man slowly raised his head to inquire about the source of the sound. He thought that his end was near. He wiped his tears and scrunched his nose to sit straight and look at the dark figure.

"I-I'm his mate." He said in a shaky yet confident voice.

"Alright. Now listen; stand back and don't make any noise. I'm here to help you out of this. Do you understand?"

The blonde man shook his head in oblivion.

Callan sighed and calmly asked "What is your name?"

"M-my name is L-Lucius Cardin."

"Lucius, I want you to step back and stay quiet. Can you do that for me?"

Lucius nodded awkwardly and forced his body backwards with his legs to meet the far end of the cellar.

Callan knew it was time to use his powers which he learnt with the help of Aurora. He swiftly moved his hand in circular motion and focused very hard on the metal lock of the cellar. In the same instant a strong blow of wind appeared out of nowhere and surrounded the metal. The constant pressure on the lock forced it to detach itself from the bar.

Lucius was dumbfounded with what he witnessed. He quickly made his way to the door and helped the stranger open it. He was constantly wary of the man.

When the metal door opened with a screeching noise Callan was quick to question "Can you find your mate?"

"I can never miss his scent." Indeed the scent was exhilarating enough for Lucius.

The smell brought both the men more deep into the dungeons in front of an isolated cellar. The sight in front of them broke their hearts. Octavius was beaten and bruised for speaking up against the King. His body was scarred. injuries sustained with claws and whip decorated his entire figure. His hands were caned horizontally which supported his body off the ground.

Callan performed the same trickery and opened the doors of the cellar. Both the men released Octavius from the cane and put him on the ground. Lucius was trying to wake him up but to no avail.

"Stand back." Callan ordered Lucius.

He then joined his ring finger to his thumb and focused nowhere in particular. He moved his hands in half an arch and a small water sphere appeared, gradually filling the bubble in mid air. He then rested the bubble above the head of Octavius and released it causing his face to be splashed.