Taken (#2 Southern Werewolves Pack Series)

By zhensachiko All Rights Reserved ©

Fantasy / Romance

Chapter 18


After so much contemplation for the past hour and listened his mother’s sob, Cohen gathered whatever left of him to do the right things. His pain wouldn’t fade away. It would just past down to those close to him. At this case, his mother. He had enough listening to his mother’s sobbing. He knew she was hurt seeing him this way. But what else could he do? If the past nine months couldn’t make him stop mourning, why would this short time would stop him from mourning?

Cohen got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom. He stared at his own reflection in the mirror and noticed how much his appearance had changed over the past nine months. He looked a lot older than his actual age and had lost a lot of weight too.

Picking up the shaving cream, he applied some on his jaw and ready to shave his beard. Not too much though. Just shortened it like before. It didn’t take him that long to get his jaw shaved and got a fresh shower. He put fresh clothes on.

He couldn’t stay inside his bedroom in his lake house, hiding and acting like a pathetic person. Mira wouldn’t like this. She would have whooped his ass. He had mourned for her nine months. Right now he just wanted to hunt the person who stole her body.

He picked the sandwich his mother made and walked out. The moment he arrived in the pack mansion, everyone looked startled. Well, that was a good start. Then, the yelling from the office echoed through the slightly ajar door.

Cohen had been standing outside the office, listening to his beta and the white witch were arguing. They were too busy arguing until they didn’t notice his presence there.

“You don’t need to be convinced. You just need to have faith in Cohen. He’s stronger than we think he is. He survived on his own for nine months without shedding blood. Have faith in him. He has every right to know.”

To have faith in him for what? And importantly, to tell him what?

“Tell me what?” Cohen asked, earning their attention.

Liam looked like he had seen a ghost.

“It was a daemon,” Amanda said, nudging Liam.

“Demon?”

“Not a demon. It’s a daemon. Same sound, different spelling.” she corrected him. “D-A-E-M-O-N. It was a daemon who took her body.”

“You mean stole her body?”

She shrugged, “If you wanted to put it that way, yes.”

“Another myth—”

“Yes, like a demon wolf kind of myth,” she replied quickly. “Even myth based on truth sometimes.”

She had the point.

She told him everything she had gathered from Mira’s grave and the book about daemon and of course her conclusion that Mira could be resurrected because she reminded the daemon of someone he knew or loved. Once in a while, Amanda would take a few seconds to read Cohen’s expression. Thank the Goddess, he didn’t lose his mind.

“So, when you two were planning to tell me about this?” he questioned.

Maybe it was too soon for Amanda to say he didn’t lose his mind. Because right now he looked like he was about to lose his mind. Cohen didn’t like it if they were keeping secrets from him especially if it could help to find his mate’s body.

“After we gathered enough information and ingredients,” Vincent came in to save the day with a brown pouch. “Here’s all the ingredients you asked for.”

“Ingredient for what?”

Cohen watched the awkward interaction between the two people; Amanda and Vincent. The white witch looked like she had bawled her eyes out and Vincent looked like he wanted to stay away from her as much as possible. What had happened to these two while he was gone?

“To reverse the time,” Amanda replied. “There is a small spell which could reverse the time and hold that moment for few minutes. To see how they took Mira’s body.”

“Stole,” Liam finally spoke.

“Yes, stole. Then, maybe I could get better information about the daemon.”

“If daemon wasn’t existed until a week ago, how are you going to find the information?” Cohen eyed them both.

“Alpha, there are many realms and creatures we didn’t know exist. We just need to find the right person to ask. This is the best lead we have right now.”

“Alright, when can you start?” Cohen asked.

“We have to wait for the full moon. That’s the last requirement for the spell.” Amanda told him.

“I need to talk to Vincent privately.”

Liam and Amanda nodded before took their leave from the office and closed the door behind them.

“When did you arrive?” Cohen reached for the beer from the crate on the desk.

“Not a while ago. How are you doing?”

“Surviving. You?”

Vincent nodded, grabbing a beer for himself. “I don’t know to be honest. Maybe I’m just surviving too.”

“I take that you and Amanda aren’t in good terms.”

“Life goes on.” He shrugged casually. “So what do you want to talk about?”

He was quickly changing the subject as if he was avoiding to answer the rest of the Alpha’s questions. Cohen’s curiosity could get the best of him sometimes but he had to put that aside because there were far more important matters to attend to.

Cohen knew Vincent was the closest to Mira compared to Amanda’s friendship with Mira. It was fitting he could do handle something Cohen was about to tell him.

He grabbed a paper and pen from the desk to draw something. A crest. A skull and an hourglass with two scythes forming ‘X’ behind it while the entire thing rested on a star symbol.

“What could you tell me about this crest?” he slid the paper to him.

Vincent stared on the drawing. He had seen this before. Mira used to tell him about this crest. And she also warned him not to go after anyone who had this crest. His memory wasn’t as strong as hers.

“Mira mentioned about this before.” he shook his head few times trying to remember, “She didn’t mention much but she said this crest belonged to a dangerous family.”

“Ophelia Jade’s ex-husband’s crest.”


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