The Blood Moon Twins
Chapter 89

REMY

Cain sat in a little arm chair in his living room, while my parents and I sat on the couch across from him. There wasn't enough space, so Blade and Harper stayed standing. There were also three of the sorcerers who escorted us standing in the little room, making it feel cramped and more awkward than I had expected. No one had made a move to speak yet, and the tension just kept growing thicker.

"We need to know more about the prophecy," Blade finally said, breaking the silence.

Cain held up his hand to stop Blade from talking. "I think this should be a more private conversation." He looked at the other sorcerers in the room. "You can all go. Return to watching the boundaries to make sure there are no other intruders." "But sir, we are not leaving you. What if they attack you?" a young man who looked to be in his mid twenties said. No names had been exchanged up to this point.

"They won't attack me," Cain said simply. "Right, Adira?" There was something more behind what he said, but I couldn't quite figure it out. It wasn't hatred, but it wasn't friendly, either.

"I don't think there will be a need for that," my mom said, keeping her hands intertwined in her lap. She had grown quieter since we came across Cain, and I could tell she was uncomfortable, even though she was trying to hide it. "See," Cain said with a cockiness slipping into his voice. "We'll be fine. Please return to your duties."

"I will be standing right outside of your door," the young man grumbled. He stomped out of the house, and the other two followed him with more compliance. The door slammed behind him, causing more tension to fill the air. "Please forgive them. They just feel protective of me," Cain explained. "They really are good people once you get to know them."

"Has someone threatened your life before?" I asked. The severe distrust of the others made me feel like this group either had many enemies or one really strong one.

"Several times. The Council of Magic doesn't exactly like it when you disobey their orders." Cain kept his voice casual, as if a threat from the council was an everyday occurrence for him.

"Yeah, they don't seem to like the word 'no," I muttered, thinking about Caulder. I just hoped he was okay right now.

Cain looked at me, and something about the way he stared at me made me shift in my seat. "Your magic feels familiar."

"Look, we just need some answers from you, and then we can leave you alone," my mom said, stopping further conversation from happening between Cain and myself. She added in a link, "The less he knows, the better."

"Don't be in such a rush. It's already late, and it would be dangerous for you to travel back this late. You came here on foot, did you not?" Cain asked.

It was late, and even if we used our werewolf forms to get back to the car, we had at least half a day of travel back to the house via car. If we left tonight, we would be back by morning light at the earliest, and I wasn't sure if that was wise. With Draven keeping an eye on our pack, it would be dangerous to travel back when we weren't at our strongest.

"It's settled then," Cain said when no one responded. "We are setting up a guest house for you tonight. You can get your answers tonight and leave in the morning after you are well rested."

"Fine," my dad said. "But we are all staying in the same room."

"I had a feeling that would be the case. No one here will hurt you unless you provoke them, but I understand you don't know these people like I do." Cain seemed to be more light hearted than I had anticipated based on what I knew about his history with my mom. I couldn't tell if it was an act or if he had changed in the years without his magic.

He was the opposite of my mom. The longer she was around him, the smaller she made her body and the quieter her voice became. The anger still had a grip on her heart, and I hoped by the end of this trip, she would replace a way to let some of it go and start truly healing from the pain Cain caused.

"So what do you know about the prophecy?" Blade asked.

Cain hummed in response. "I haven't thought about that prophecy in almost two decades. I thought it was over and done with, so I'm surprised you would waste all of your energy replaceing me of all people. Surely someone else would be able to help you better than I could."

"You once said you researched how to break the curse for my sake," my mom said. Her eyes moved anywhere but where Cain was sitting. "You said you found different versions of it that all said basically the same things. We haven't been able to replace anyone else who knows anything about the prophecy, but you researched it extensively trying to get your family back. Surely you know something useful about it, something that could at least point us in the right direction." By the end of her little speech, she was begging him for information.

Cain stood up and let out a long sigh. He walked over to the window and peeked outside. "I don't know how to break the prophecy. If I knew that, I would have helped you a long time ago. I never found anything useful about the curse. If I had, maybe things wouldn't have turned out the way they had."

I stood up without thinking. "If you spent years doing research, there's no way you found nothing useful. Think. There has to be something! This can't be a dead end. Maybe you talked to someone who knows more, or you know about the origin of the prophecy. I refuse to leave here empty handed."

Cain chuckled, still looking out the window. "You are a strong-headed girl, but you're talking to the wrong person. Surely you can see that I'm an old man, and I did that research when your mother was just a baby. I don't remember much about what I learned." "There has to be something," I said, taking a step towards him. "I don't believe you remember nothing about what you learned. No matter how many years have passed, there are some things that don't fade. Maybe you just need to jog your memory." "It's useless, child," Cain said, his voice a quiet echo in the room. "You can't change a prophecy."

"Why not?" Blade asked, stepping towards Cain and me. "From what Ginger says, the future isn't written in stone. Why do you think some prophecy is?

Cain turned, looking at Blade carefully. "Who are you, exactly? You don't smell like a werewolf."

"My name is Blade. I am Remy's mate, and I am a vampire, but that is of no importance. I refuse to accept that the future is predetermined by some prophecy." He walked over and took my hand. "I refuse to accept that the only future ahead of us is one where we can't be together." Cain's face paled. "You're the Son of Blood and Magic, aren't you?"

My mom and dad stood up as if prepared to fight. None of us knew how Cain would react to this realization.

"Who Blade is doesn't matter," my mom said firmly. "If you don't have the information we want, we are leaving. Tonight."

"Of course it matters. Do you understand what is at stake if these two get together?" Cain asked, anger slipping into his voice for the first time. He looked scared as he looked at Blade and myself. "Everything we have worked for will be destroyed."

I could feel this meeting falling apart. It started off on shaky ground to begin with, and it was only getting worse. I stepped closer to Cain, putting myself between him and everyone else.

"Remy, get back," my dad warned, but I ignored him.

I wasn't about to give up. Cain had to know something, and I couldn't let things fall apart now. "How do you know this prophecy means it will bring destruction to this world?"

Cain furrowed his eyebrows together. "Have you not heard the words in the prophecy?"

"I have," I said firmly. "It states, 'The world as we know will be lost. We all assumed that meant the world would be destroyed, but what if that's not actually what it means? It talks about power and destruction, and everyone assumes it's a bad thing because it sounds scary. I get it. The wrong person with immense power could cause the end of the world, so I understand why everyone would assume the worst, but what if this prophecy is actually a good thing? What if the world we know is a bad thing? What if this prophecy is telling of a future where we can live in peace instead of fear, one where we don't have to be separated based on what kind of magical being gave birth to us?"

"You have an interesting mind," Cain said. "No one has ever interpreted the prophecy in that way."

"It doesn't mean I'm wrong." I couldn't explain how I knew this, but something in my gut was telling me I was right. However, if I was wrong, we couldn't risk it. Not without more information.

"I didn't say you were," Cain said in agreement. "In fact, if you are right, this would change everything. However, that's a big if."

"We don't want to risk the chance of being wrong about this, which is why we need your help," Blade said. "We have to learn as much about this prophecy as possible. If we know more about the origin or about the different versions that exist, then maybe we can confirm Remy's theory."

"Yes, I get it now," Cain said, stroking his beard. "But I wasn't lying about not remembering much. It was a painful time for me, and I didn't think the prophecy was an issue anymore. Those memories have been long buried."

"There has to be something we can do to help you remember. Or maybe you still have the research you did," I said. Cain seemed to be more open to helping now, which was a relief. I just hoped he had information that would be helpful.

Cain looked at my mom. "Actually, there is something Adira can do."

"What could I possibly do to help you?" my mom said.

"You have my magic," Cain said simply.

"You're not getting your magic back," my mom snapped. She was still ready to fight him, and I just hoped she kept it together.

Cain waved his hand. "I don't want it back. I gave it as a gift, and I'm used to my life here without it. It would also make me a bigger target for the council than I already am. The only reason I'm alive is because they can't replace me. Asking for my magic would be like asking you to kill me. However, with my magic, you have the ability to control space and time. If you use it properly, you would be able to take a glimpse into my past. You could see what I've forgotten."

"I can't do that," my mom said. She looked at me and pulled her lips tight.

"I can teach you how. Time magic is a tricky thing to master, but it can be done," Cain began.

"No, you don't understand. I'm not the one who took on your power," my mom said. She looked at me. "Remy and Caulder did."