The Blood Moon Twins
Chapter 92

CAULDER

I waited for Davina to return the next day, but she didn't come in the morning like she normally did. My body was healing, albeit slower than I wanted it to. My bones creaked as I moved, and even walking was painful. I forced myself to pace the room, trying to get my legs to cooperate the way I wanted them to. I was running out of time to get back to Harper before her birthday, and it was making the frustrations build even more.

While waiting for Davina to bring food, company, and healing, I got bored. I tried to sense my wolf and willed my body to change form, but I was still too weak. Immediately when the transformation began, it fizzled out, leaving my body feeling more exhausted. Even my normally dulled wolf senses were non-existent. It made me realize the difference my wolf side actually made. I may not have been as strong of a werewolf as others, but I was still stronger than any human without those wolf senses. Well, I was when my body wasn't broken.

I felt helpless and stir crazy. I tried to test my magic out, but even that was still quiet. I couldn't make a simple light or shift even a few feet. Without my senses from my sorcerer and werewolf blood, I felt normal and useless. If the council attacked me right now, there would be nothing I could do to protect myself. If a human attacked me, I would probably still be helpless.

I needed to get my abilities and magic back and get out of this place. I limped over to the window and pulled the curtain to the side. The window was blacked out, so I couldn't see anything around me. I hadn't heard anything outside of this little room since I had been here, either. It made it impossible to know anything about where I was, but I was sure that was the point.

Even though I was building a rapport with Davina, we didn't really know each other. For all I knew, this was some kind of trick set up by the council to make me let my guard down.

I found myself pacing, needing to do anything but sit around. My thoughts were getting more and more twisted, and I wasn't sure if my worries were real or from the result of being in this room for days. I was tired of being stuck in one place. I was told I wasn't a prisoner here, but it felt like it. My only choices were to stay hidden in this room or leave, and I still didn't know if it was wise to venture on my own.

It was almost lunch time before the door finally clicked open. Davina stumbled through the door, and I could instantly tell she was flustered. She shut the door behind her, but she forgot to lock it. I made a quick mental note of that before following her to the table. She dumped a few bags onto the table and let out a quick huff.

"I'm so sorry I'm late. I know you must be hungry." Her hair was frazzled, and she was clearly in a rush.

"Everything okay?" I asked, pulling out the first food item I found in the bag to snack on. My stomach had been angry for hours now.

"Everything's fine." She plopped down in her chair, and I was able to get a better look at her face. There were dark circles under her eyes that normally weren't there. Something definitely happened.

"It's not," I said, taking my own seat. I hated how exhausted I felt from such little movement.

Davina looked at me with slightly wide eyes. She quickly shook her and sighed again. "It is maybe okay. We don't really know yet."

"What happened?" I shoved another piece of bread in my mouth, barely taking time to chew in between bites.

Davina leaned forward and pressed her elbows against the table. "You know I can't answer that. Not until you prove yourself to be trustworthy."

"Let me out of this room, and then I can prove myself," I said. "Let me take a walk and feel the sun on my skin. Please. I'm going to go crazy."

Davina frowned as she ran her fingers through her hair. "That's not my decision to make. If it was, I would let you. I don't get the sense that you are here to hurt us or that you are working for the council, but it's not up to me." "Then let me talk to whoever it is that's in charge." I was feeling desperate.

"Tell me your name, and then maybe I can arrange something," Davina said.

I paused. Maybe it was time to tell her who I was. If it meant I could talk to the person in charge and get out of this room, then it could be worth it. I suddenly doubted these people worked for the Council of Magic. If they did, why would they pretend they didn't know who I was?

My head started to hurt as I questioned my own fears. I rubbed my temples and took a deep breath. I had never felt so paranoid before, but I didn't know what the right answer was. All I knew was that I couldn't go back to that room where the council tortured me. I couldn't go back to them, because I wasn't sure if I was strong enough to make it out a second time.

"Give me your hand," Davina said, holding her hand out for me to grab.

I let go of my throbbing head and gave her my hand as requested. She placed her other hand on top of it, and they quickly started glowing. My headache started to dissipate, and my body felt just a little lighter.

"Why are you so worried about giving us your name?" Davina asked, pouring what little magic she had into healing me. "I know you are worried about your identity being found out, but what difference does your name make? We aren't going to treat you any differently, no matter who you are. Well, at least I won't."

I watched the magic light up my veins as I thought about my answer. "My identity is the only thing I have control over right now. I don't know who is looking for me right now or if you are affiliated with someone who might want to hurt me."

"I promise we won't give you to the Council of Magic no matter who you are. We are against everything they do, and what they did to you was just..." She paused, unable to find the words to explain exactly what was going on in her head. "We wouldn't give you back to them, and if you give us just a little bit of your trust, we could return it and show you we are the good guys."

"Doesn't everyone think they are the good guy?" I asked, finding the term funny. "We always think we are the ones in the right, but our enemies probably think the same thing. The Council of Magic probably thinks they are doing what's best. Who gets to judge who is really the good person?"

Davina pulled her hand away, and my body felt cooler, but the pain was more mild too. "Perhaps no one really gets a final say, but all we can do is try to be genuine, kind, and stand up for what we think is right. In the end, we may never know if we are doing the right thing, but I try not to worry about that. I just keep trying to do what I think is best and learn from my many mistakes."

I nodded along. "You seem like a genuine person."

Davina shrugged. "I try to be, but I am also making up for mistakes I have made in the past. My actions aren't without guilt."

"What kind of mistakes?" I wanted to know more about Davina. We hadn't shared many personal details, so even though I had had several conversations with her, she still felt like a stranger.

Davina always seemed bright and happy, but as she spoke, I saw a glimpse of her past filling her eyes. It was filled with darkness and regret, and she couldn't muster up the strength to smile past the pain.

"It's the kind of mistake that cost people their lives," Davina said, looking down at her hands.

I had a feeling this was all she was going to say about it, but I decided to push for more information anyway. "What did you do?"

"Maybe if you tell me more about who you are, I'll tell you a little more about who I am. So, are you willing to tell me your name yet, mystery boy?" Davina's eyes met with mine, and she seemed different than how I had imagined her before. There was a history behind her eyes.

"I'll think about it if you do me a favor."

-

REMY

The camp looked completely different during the day. From what I could tell, it was an entire village, with rows of small cottages surrounding a large open area in the middle of it. There was life as we walked around the village, getting an idea of what Cain had built here. There were families and children. There was life and happiness. No wonder they had been so protective when we first arrived. If the wrong person found this place, they could take advantage of the people here and easily destroy the life Cain had built for many people.

"Do you think those two are going to follow us around all day?" Harper asked, glancing back at the two sorcerers tailing Harper, Blade, and myself.

They had been following us ever since we had left the little guest house we slept in for the night. I was sure Cain had assigned a few guards to follow us around to make sure we weren't here with ill intentions. That, or his fighters decided to follow us without any instructions. The sorcerers here seemed overly protective of Cain. I had a feeling they would give their lives for the man. It was strange to think that people looked at him so honorably. It really showed that one person's opinion could never define another person. "Probably," I said. "They don't trust us."

"But Cain let us stay here," Harper said. "If he didn't trust us, wouldn't he have kicked us out by now?"

"You can help someone without trusting them," Blade pointed out.

Harper and Blade offered to join me for the training Cain wanted to do with me today. My parents stayed behind because they wanted to touch base with Alpha Reyland to make sure everything was okay, since it looked like we were going to be here for longer than we had anticipated. Every day we were away from home, the pack was at risk of an attack from the vampires. Without the alpha present, the pack was weaker, but we couldn't afford to leave when we were so close to finding the truth-well, finding a path to the truth at least.

"Hurry up. I'm going to be late," I said, skipping ahead. We had a little extra time, so we had decided to explore the town a little before my training session with Cain, but now we were taking too much time, and I was eager to begin.