The Lost Werewolf King's Mate

I stormed out of the torture cells and started violently throwing my fists against the nearest Oak tree.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!", I roared while punching the bark of the tree until a hole formed that threatened to take it down.

I spent an entire hour interrogating Danny and she just won't break. Werewolf interrogations don't even last half an hour without someone being tortured for refusing to speak. Mathew and Ken start breaking bones within the first few minutes and people start singing like a canary.

"I can't do it. I can't fucking do it!", I growled lowly.

Why would Mathew ask me to do this? I'll do anything and everything, but not this. Danny can see me. She has seen my smile, my frown, my scowl. She sees me. She's ran her hands through my hair. She's laid her head on my chest and she's made parts of me that I thought no longer existed come back to life. Surely he would understand that I couldn't see her get hurt, let alone be the person to hurt her with my own two hands.

I slumped my head against the oak tree and started going through every second I spent with her in that interrogation room.

Her heart rate remained steady the entire time despite her eyes glistening with tears. She put up a brave front even though she had been placed in the dirtiest and most disgusting cells we have. Her story never changed and there were no inconsistencies no matter how hard I tried to catch her in a lie. If she was lying, she was doing a damn good job of it.

The only thing left now was for me to torture her or use my Delta aura on her. I didn't want to do either of those things. I have never needed to resort to using these methods. I've always relied on my abilities to get the truth out of people. That made me the best at a job I wasn't even trying that hard to do.

However, this was different. My abilities didn't work on Danny because Elizabeth somehow made it possible for her and Mike to see me. This was different from all the interrogations I've had in the past. She's not affected by my gift. She can see me, hear me and she knows me.

I like being seen by her. I like having my presence acknowledged by more than Ken and Mathew. I like how she makes a cup of coffee for me each morning even though she insists she isn't a morning person. I like the vases filled with black and pink roses that she put all over the Delta suite. I like seeing all her different pink clothes in my closet. I like Danny. That is an undeniable fact now. I really like her and I can't stand the thought of her getting hurt.

"That tree is about to fall down", I heard a familiar voice behind me.

I already knew who it was. The man had taken too keen of an interest in me ever since he woke up from that coma. He couldn't let go of the fact that he could see my Delta aura, but my face and body were just a shadow-like blur to him. But even being able to see that alone was remarkable. Everyone else didn't see a damn thing when they looked my way.

"I'll get someone to chop it down", I snarled and walked away from him. The whole situation with Danny was making me annoyed. I needed to get this interrogation over and done with.

"How?", he asked me.

"What?"

"I've been observing you, young Delta." He walked closer to me and the damaged tree. "Others cannot see or hear you. You move around like you don't exist, so tell me how you're going to get someone to chop down that tree."

I sighed. Old people really were annoying, but Shadow and I still appreciated the company. We could add another person to our list of people who we mattered to.

I walked to the nearest omega and gave my instruction to her. "Ensure this tree gets cut down before it can hurt someone."

A few seconds later, she ran to a few men and pointed at the tree. After a few minutes, hazard signs were placed around the tree and the surrounding area and a few men started cutting the tree down.

"Remarkable", Luciene muttered to himself in awe. "How did you do that? She didn't even look at you. She continued about her day like she hadn't even heard you and yet she did your bidding without hesitation."

I shrugged. "It's my abilities. They're both a blessing and a curse."

He pursed his lips and furrowed his brows while thinking about something. I waited a few minutrs and watched him rub his chin while he looked at the ground intently.

I started walking away after some time. No matter how intrigued he was by my abilities, I still had to go and torture a woman I had grown to care for quite a lot.

"You're the child of a Mother of Seer and Alpha, aren't you?", he suddenly said.

I stopped walking and looked back at him. I nodded my head. "Yea. Did Ken tell you?"

He shook his head. "No, my sister, the late Queen Elaine, once told me the most bizarre thing. She knew of three children whose parents were either a Mother or Father of Seers and the other a ruler of some kind. She told me all those kids had...gifts. She was certain it was because of who their parents were - a combination of a head seer and another ruler."

"Well...what kind of abilities did they have?", I asked with intrigue. "Were they like me?"

He shook his head. "I can't remember their abilities. At the time I thought she was trying to convince me of something that wasn't true only to tease me later for being gullible enough to have believed her. Mathew's mother liked to play those kind of jokes on me."

I sighed. "Well she might have been playing another joke on you", I responded. "It's rare for the head of an order of seers to mate with a non-seer. They usually prefer to mate with another seer."

"I know", he said absentmindedly. "Your gift seems to be the one controlling you and your wolf though. Why is that?"

I was stumped by his question. I never thought of my gift as something to be controlled. It's just a part of me that exists regardless of what I want or need. It can't be controlled.

"That's just how my gift is", I shrugged. It's not something I can control."

"All gifts can and must be controlled", he chuckled. "Can you imagine if Mathew's mate couldn't control her gift? She'd be on fire the whole time and she would destroy everything she held dear."

"Well my abilities are different", I argued.

"How?", he asked calmly.

I was starting to get annoyed with all these questions, but he didn't seem to take the hint. If this is what being noticed by more people is like then I don't want it. It was already insufferable.

"It just is", I growled at him.

He held his hands up defensively. "I am not fighting with you. I'm just mindful that you're a werewolf. We are stronger in packs and whether we like it or not, we yearn to be loved and accepted by others. You can't keep denying those things to your wolf just because you're unwilling to control these special abilities of yours." He started walking away without even bothering to hear my response.

Shadow was growling in my head and was also getting agitated with Luciene. We liked being alone. We were good at it. We didn't yearn to be accepted like Luciene said. Sure, we felt down about our situation every now and then, but we were used to being by ourselves and it stopped bothering us a very long time ago.

I watched him walk back to the royal library. Since waking up from that coma, he's been on a mission to update the library with as much information as possible. He's been writing endlessly on everything he knows about royal ranked member, other magical creatures and where different creatures live; as well as all the different dangers that lurke within the magical kingdom. Had it not been for helping us prepare for the war, I was certain he would have filled the royal library with a dozen new books by now.

"Wait!", I gritted through my teeth reluctantly. "If I were to learn how to control my abilities. How would I do that?"

He rubbed his chin again.

"Your situation is quite tricky", he muttered to himself. "A person who controls water would have to drown in order to become one with their gift. They have to completely give themselves to their abilities in order to control it and wield it as theirs. It is only after drowning repeatedly that they'd learn how to master their gift. I imagine the Werewolf Queen had to burn alive to master her own gift."

I stood there waiting for the man. He didn't even seem bothered that I was standing here waiting for him to just give me the answer already.

"You move like a shadow. A shadow is easily hidden and is a child of the dark. After all, a shadow is a constant reminder that there is darkness even in the brightest of places. Perhaps find a way to submerge yourself in darkness. Yes, that's it!", he said excitedly. "Drown yourself in darkness. When you emerge, you will be able to control your gift."

He started walking away again like he hadn't just said the most preposterous and impossible thing. How would I even do that?

"Wait!", I shouted for him reluctantly. "Will..." This was so hard to do. I cleared my throat and gathered enough courage. "Will you help me?", I finally managed to say.

A wide smile appeared on his face before he grabbed my arm and dragged me.

"I didn't mean now", I struggled to say while he dragged me. "I still have to interrogate someone."

He laughed and continued dragging me. "Kelpies are expert liars", he rolled his eyes. "You'll never break her."

***

I let Luciene drag me all the way to Agatha's house. I had tried to crack Danny for an entire hour so I decided a 15 minute break would help me go back in there with a fresh mind and renewed strength to hopefully do what needed to be done. I hadn't slept like I wanted to and immediately went to the torture cells after I ended my call with Kendrick. If I got the interrogation over and done with quickly, maybe I could still reach Mathew in time and help him kill Killian.

We found Agatha in her kitchen. She was working herself to the bones to enchant as many shields and armour as she could. I had heard talk around the palace that she was working herself to death after Elizabeth and Mike failed to return. The guilt was clearly eating away at her and she was doing anything she could to not think about it.

"Agatha!", Luciene's voice roared through her house. "I need your help."

Of course, Agatha didn't see me.

She rolled her eyes at Luciene and pretended she hadn't heard him.

"I won't take long, witch", Luciene teased. "I merely need you to enchant a room so that even the purest and brightest light cannot enter it. It shouldn't take you more than a couple of minutes."

"You have been a pain in my old behind ever since you woke up, Luciene!", she scolded him. "If you don't stop, I will put you right back into another coma."

Luciene sighed heavily and tried his best not to roll his eyes. "I am sorry I am such a curious nelly", he teased. "I know all my questions and requests are bothersome, but I promise it is done with the sincerest intentions. The royal library needs to be updated and I'm the only one who can do it right. Now, I need to help the royal Delta. Please lend me your generous helping hand again. "

"What royal delta?", Agatha scowled at him. "You're off your rockers!"

A comment like that would hurt most people, but Shadow and I were used to it. It didn't matter to us. No one even knew that there was a royal Delta even though Mathew kept telling everyone and even after he officially appointed me as his Delta during his coronation. I've watched dozens of wolves try to get the position even though I already held it.

"Agatha, please", Luciene begged again.

Agatha rolled her eyes one last time and finally stopped enchanting the shields and armour. She started leading Luciene down a bunch of stairs in a narrow corridor. Despite being so old, she had no trouble going down all those stairs and didn't seem out of breath like I expected her to be.

She finally reached a tiny door and opened it to reveal a large cluttered room. She had obviously used the room as some kind of storage for any old trash.

"Will this do?", she asked Luciene sarcastically.

A wide grin appeared on his face while he nodded his head enthusiastically.

I squeezed passed him and stepped inside the room while he remained outside on the narrow staircase. The room needed a serious deep clean. It had two windows that were almost blocked by all the clutter. The wooden floors were covered in a thick layer of dust and there were cobwebs all over the place. She only moved into this house when she discovered the curse and yet it already looked like she'd been living here for decades.

I heard Agatha recite some strange words before she huffed and looked at Luciene. "I've summoned the original darkness to this room. It is the darkness that existed before all of creation. That's the only thing that keep away the purest or brightest light as you so eloquently put it. Now what?"

She sounded quite annoyed with Luciene, but he wasn't bothered by it.

The room still looked the same though. Nothing had changed and no darkness had appeared.

"Now we leave and wait for the royal Delta to emerge triumphant!" He narrowed his eyes at me.

The moment Agatha closed the door, every single shadow in the room ran to one another at an alarming speed. It took me a second to turn around and put my hand on the doorknob, but in that second every single light that had managed to make its way into this tiny room was gone.

All that existed was an endless darkness. Its breadth and depth extended way beyond the confines of this tiny room and despite using my werewolf sight, I couldn't see a thing.

I tried reaching for the doorknob which I was certain was infront of me, but it was no longer there. I took a step forward, but suddenly both of my arms and legs were violently pulled by the darkness.

I tried to shift, but it had robbed Shadow and I of all our senses. We could no longer see all the mess that we previously saw in the messy room. We couldn't smell the dust and different junk that was in here and all the sounds of people preparing for the war outside, had vanished. We were numb and paralysed. The only thing we could feel was the darkness tearing up my body.

We wanted to roar from the pain, but not a single sound left my lips. The darkness kept pulling and wrapping itself around my limbs. It was tearing me in half and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.

I felt it slithering down each of my arms until it reached my neck and strangled me. I tried gasping for air, but my lungs refused to come to my rescue. I thought this was as bad as it could get until...

The darkness crawled up my neck and made its way into my mouth. I was panting, or at least I wanted to. I couldn't move. I couldn't fight back. I couldn't shift.

It moved slowly down my tongue, but once it reached my throat, it rapidly lunged itself throughout my entire body. It did the exact same thing to my insides. Every muscle, every organ, every bone and every blood cell was being ripped apart again and again and again and again. It was unbearable. I wanted it to end. I wanted to die. Why hadn't I died yet?

I felt every part of my body and being continuously being ripped apart while the darkness fused itself with every part me.

Shadow and I were in unbearable pain and ready to die.

Then...slowly...cell by cell...bone by bone...muscle by muscle...it felt like we were being put back together. The shadows were dispersing from the all consuming darkness and weaving themselves into every inch of my DNA. I could hear myself breathing this time. I was still alive. I couldn't see anything yet, but at least I was still alive.

The cold and numbness was ebbing itself inside my DNA together with the shadows. It should have felt excruciating, but I was feeling whole; more whole than I have every felt before.

The shadows started searching through my memories; putting pieces together for me that I had never seen.

I roamed the world alone for most of my life. After my mother's death, there was no one left to love me. No one left to call my name. No one who would mourn me. At some point, I even stopped talking. My agonising and involuntary solitude had no use for it.

Keyon...my name. I almost forgot it. It took me a few minutes to tell the boss and Kendrick my name when I met them. It had stopped being of use to me for more than a decade by then.

And yet, it was this very shadow that was cast over me that allowed me to see things others didn't. It allowed me to uncover things that people risked their lives to hide. It allowed me empathise with those who didn't get justice in this world. Those who many others overlooked and disregarded without a second thought. And in my own way, I was able to seek justice for them.

As the shadows went through my memories, I realised my gift was never meant to be a curse. My shadows reached hidden places and people and uncovered secrets that no light could touch. No, this isn't a curse. It is the greatest weapon and it is only now that I can wield it.

I fell on the dusty floor in a loud thud. I opened my eyes and the darkness was gone. The room looked normal again. I looked at my hands and the rest of my body. I was certain that I had been torn apart. I was expecting to see my blood on the dirty floor, but there was nothing.

I patted my body while laughing from joy. I was alive!

Moreover, I could feel the shadows moving inside of me; merging and dispersing throughout my entire body, waiting for me to command them. I...I didn't have to be invisible anymore. I was the one in control now. I could choose...I could choose when people saw me. I could choose to be seen.

I started laughing again. I laughed so loud and so hard until I was panting and crouching.

I knew how to get the truth out of Danny.