My lost soulmate…found at last.
Chapter 2
Ithadbeenalmostone hundred years since I’d last seen her. The moment had brought me to my knees—and it would have this time too if not for the chains that bound me.
One hundred years of dreaming, wondering, imagining, and now my power-induced high made me ravenous for her.
I hadn't forgotten a single detail of those curves, they were the only thing that got me through my many dark nights, except my memories had not been accurate enough.
Not even fucking close.
My soulmate wore fitted black leather that wrapped her body much like the shadows who were poised at her back, hovering like cobras of darkness ready to strike.
Her leather top was cut off at the shoulders, baring the pale skin of her tattooed arms to the fire’s light. I licked my lips hungrily, imagining my lips trailing over those black swirls of ink fromher fingertips up. I wanted to worship every spiral, contour, and etching along their path.
Tracing the long line of her neck up to her heart shaped face, I memorized her petite nose, the lush fullness of her lips that parted ever so slightly—my gaze snapped up and the world melted away when I met her stare. I inhaled at the faint hitch in her breath, the soft flutter in her long dark lashes then I growled hungrily, watching those emerald depths dilate, glowing with a need only I could give her.
Another slow blink in a moment of chaos. She would not understand it, our connection. Nor should she. The bond was undetectable, to her at least. Masking the soulmate bond was the only way to ensure her safety.
I smiled at the small furrow that formed when she frowned, her head tilting to the side, the tips of her black-blue tresses kissing her leather clad ass sinfully. An endearing curiosity clashing with her hardened warrior exterior.
“Who the fuck are you?” Jurin sneered. “We don't need no bitches intervening unless it's to suck our dicks.”
I barked out a snarl at the fae that would dare come between me and my soulmate.
Slowly, she turned her dangerous gaze away from me and on Jurin while the shifters in the camp laughed at her expense.
“Is that so?” She walked towards him, her hips swaying seductively. “I have been watching all of you quite intimately you know.”
Their eyes dilated with arousal and Jurin snickered with self satisfaction.
“Unfortunately, not even a hag would want to suck your worthless cocks. Dirty shifters do not belong in Faerie lands and I find that I am more than obliged to rid her of your filth.” Her pearly white teeth flashed in the firelight with disgust. “You. I’m going to savor killing you first.” She waved her hand lazily. “Go.”
A blur of darkness struck the camp, followed quickly by sudden snarls and cries. A wide grin crept across my face, relishing the sight of my four captors as they struggled violently against shadows that anchored them to the forest floor. Each one of them clawed and pulled against the unyielding darkness that chained them, but nothing could break that power—nothing they had in their arsenalanyway.
Twirling her hand at her side, the shadows snaked their way up her body, forming a long lethal black sword in her hand. Slowly, with dark amusement twinkling in her eyes, she stalked them all with perfect ease, admiring her work and tapping her black shadow sword against her thigh with pursed lips.
I leaned in with starved anticipation.
“You fucking bitch. You’re a shadow fae aren’t you?” Jurin pulled at his bonds and drew his sword strapped to his side defensively. “Your kind should be fertilizer for Faerie right now. I personally made sure of that. Who the fuck are you?”
She stopped in front of him, tilting her head to the side. “Who am I?” A sad smile spread across her face. “A betrayer. A monster perhaps. A ghost of a time past. But you’ll likely know me as Dark. Remnant Dark.”
Lunging against my bonds, a garbled warning ripped from my chest when I saw the subtle shift in Jurin’s body and his arm raising quickly, his shifter speed sending his sword blurring through the night.
She was faster. A thud hit the ground. The five of us all stared at the severed arm laying there, Jurin’s hand still clasped tightly around the hilt.
The shifter blinked slowly down at the bloody stump of his shoulder before his anguished howl pierced the night.
She grinned. “Shut him up.”
The shadows around his legs blasted upwards in a fire of darkness, flickering with the last sounds of his tormented screams only to be replaced by the soft cackling of the fire.
Remnant broke the shocked silence, kicking at his severed limb. “You missed something, my loves.”
I hummed my approval watching the shadows devour the severed limb like a juicy fae steak and then gazed at her vengeful face unable to hide my love for her. This was a side of her I had only heard tales of but never saw for myself, and I adored every bit of it.
“The shadow fae were supposed to be honorable.” Diego, the bear shifter snarled. He pointed at the shadows anchoring his feet and then at the blood stained ground where Jurin once stood. “I’d say using your pathetic minions to kill us is spitting on your family's grave. Traitorous bitch.”
