Chapter 3.. The Oracle

“I’m not getting any good vibes from here. This place is literally giving me creeps, man.” Connor suppressed a shudder.

“Don’t worry, I have been here before. It’s not as bad as it looks,” Darach replied without looking at his brother.

The last time Darach was here, he had almost burnt this damn house down in his blind rage. He still remembered the day when he came here to learn the whereabouts of his mate from this Oracle. She had looked at him with her lifeless black eyes full of sorrow. “You are late, my child. She’s dead, murdered by her own kin.”

At that moment, Darach had felt as if someone had pulled his backbone out of his body. All his life he had waited for his mate, and she was taken from him by her own kin — not taken, murdered!

He was boiling with contempt, with rage. No matter how many times he begged her to tell him the location of his mate’s kin, she never uttered a single word. In the end, he even threatened to kill her, but she only gave a s