*LILAC* Arts of Lykae Magic. Our professor isn't around. "I know what it was. That creature we saw? It was a Klux!" If Beryl Caulder would stop her sneaking up on me and trying to be friends, perhaps I would enjoy my day a little bit more. Lies. After recalling that day of the attack, I do not think I would be able to relax because of how real it had felt. I was back there again, and Kael was dying on my hands. And I saw those pair of red eyes, why did I not notice it that day? "Hey! Human! Are you okay?" "Can you please quit disturbing me, Caulder!" I snap as I turn to regard her, instantly regretting it when her face falls and she shifts farther away from me. "Sorry," she mumbles. "I just thought you would want to know about the creature." I sigh and close my textbook, not like I any of the words were entering my head though. "I'm sorry too," I tell her, finally giving her my full attention. "What did you say about the creature?" She is quiet, watch

*LILAC* "YOU ARE NOT GOING WITH US, KAEL!" Issy is yelling at her brother. "Unfortunately you cannot tell me what to do, Isabelle," He grits out. "It's Issy goddamnit!" "I'm going with you and that's final!" "You are only going to ruin our fun, what is wrong with you brother!" "Twice i left her in your care, and something terrible happens!" "That's not a me problem. That's your city's problem." And then a pause. I gasp because I only just noticed the slipup, To Issy, Kael is not suppose to know that. "You lost your memory Kael, how do you know that?" Shit! This time Issy' voice is low and full of so much pain I had no idea she carried. She repeats her question, rather slowly this time, emphasizing on every syllable. "You lost your memory Kael, how do you know that?!" "Carla and I told him some things," I try to defend. "You are lying," She mumbles. "You both are lying to me." Tears start to form in her eyes and I cannot help the guil

Victims: Perez Gillero, Raul Nyx, Emery Lon-Nyx Ages: Twenty, Twenty-four, Twent-three respectively. Assault weapon: A weirdly crested dagger. Suspect: Not found *LILAC* "I killed them," she is saying hysterically. Her black curls are all over the place and eyes red rimmed with tears. She looks like she is going insane. I cannot imagine how it would feel to loose all the people she had once called friends. Even I who had only known them fleetingly can feel my heart ache at their demise. Is it Perez? Or Raul and Emery who had just celebrated their mating ceremony some months ago. My own tears are falling and consoling Issy is getting harder by the day. Carla comes into the room. "You can leave," she says. "I'll handle this." I do not argue with her because I am just as mentally stressed myself. So I leave her to it and find my way into Kael and my room. It is the dead of the night, probably around 12, Beryl had gone back after staying for an hour whi

*KAEL* I hate surprises. From the on start of my life, I have always hated surprises. Birthday surprises? My mother made sure there was nothing like that after I went into a full panic mode the first day she had organized one for me. My gifts were never even wrapped because I hated wanting to know what was wrapped inside. The scent. Fuck! Why did I never think to that level? Why did I not piece two and two together way before now? Maybe I would have stopped the deaths, maybe I would have– Fuck. It's late when I get back — Carla's home precisely. I find my way into the kitchen and fish out a bottle of whiskey from the cabinet. Only if I was not immune to alcohol. I do not bother to take a cup as I uncap the bottle, bringing it to my mouth and gulping it readily. The sting in my throat is welcoming, I do not stop, not until I hear footsteps and her scent tickles my nose. As a moon Lykae, sometimes the ability to recognize scents very easily could be more of a cur

*KAEL* I have always thought it weird that I found myself more comfortable with Isabelle than I ever was with Talon, even way before I knew how cunning and cruel he was, but now I know, it is because there was never any need for us to fraternize because we are not even related by a single pint of blood. The crowd breaks into a frenzy, everyone trying to run for their life. My Father sits with shock as if he cannot comprehend that he has been fathering another man's son for years. Talon, in his changed form lunges towards me or rather my wife, and I do not hesitate but jump between them . It is like I am an invisible wall protecting the woman I love from any harm that may come from my beloved brother. Sarcasm intended. I feel his claws dig through the fabric of my shirt as if they could go straight through my flesh and rip the heart right out of my chest. "You've always liked to stick your nose where it does not belong, brother," he snarls. "Is this why you