Painted Scars (The Millennium Wolves 03)

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August, 2015

Budapest, Hungary


I felt people’s gaze on me as I waited on the bridge. It was a no-brainer as to why I attracted so much attention; with my filthy attire, it was a wonder that no one called Social Services or something. I looked my age, you see; while at midnight I’d be eighteen, I still looked like a kid. Especially with my too-big-for-my-face green eyes, my curly dark hair, and porcelain skin. Okay, so maybe not like a kid but rather a ragged doll.

The gust of wind hit me from behind and I whirled around to see the woman standing there. This woman was, apparently, a Deity. She also looked pretty weird; with long black hair, eyes like forest, with strong muscular legs and triangular torso. She looked manly, and she could’ve passed as a man if she’d cut up her hair, but she referred to herself as a woman. It didn’t help that she also wore faded jeans and a baggy tee, which only emphasized her masculine figure.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this, Reyna?” she asked me for the thousandth time since she picked me up a few days ago at our meeting spot, where she’d told me to wait. “You can still back out if you want to.”

“No, Llinos,” I said, giving her a serious look. “I decided on this and I would do it. There’s no other way.”

Llinos sighed. “But there is, you see – “

“You don’t understand,” I told her, fisting my hands, “my mother needs me to rule over California. I’ll be of the right age for the stupid coronation in a few hours. There is no other choice.”

Sympathy etched into Llinos’s face. “Elena is dead, Reyna.”

And good things she was. “Yet her legacy is alive.”

The Deity sighed again. “I’m not trying to deter you from the path you’ve chosen. I just want you to know that there are other options.”

“I don’t need other options,” I seethed, feeling my stomach lurching forward as it did whenever I got angry lately, as though the power contained in it was straining to get out. “I need to be strong and volatile. I didn’t get myself beat for nothing!” Just thinking about the beating I’d been through a few months ago was enough to make me want this entire thing even more. The beating needed to happen, because it quickened the process of it all, yet it hurt like a motherfucker. If it weren’t for Daisy’s freaky healing powers...

But then, it had depended on Daisy’s freaky healing powers.

Llinos shook her head as though she was tired of admonishing little girls and sighed for the third time. “Let’s go then,” she said, giving me a bland look, “he is waiting for us.”

I took her hand and she launched us into the portal and onto the ancient land of Logia. When we arrived, landing in some fields. Llinos called the state we were at Barolia and said we needed to find an in-land portal to get to the City of Stars in some state called Mana.

After we found the in-land portal and landed under starry sky in complete darkness, only then we met him. And he brought a gift with him.

Barron Von Logia smiled at me and dropped the unconscious body of Anya, my sister, to the ground. “We have the sacrifice. Let us begin the ritual. Ready to have fangs?”

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