BLOOD LEGACIES
Chapter 355: Cold Feeling

Chapter 355: Cold Feeling

GRAYSON

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I feel cold, so cold, like my skin could turn ice right at any moment and I feel wet too, like the chilly ocean was enclosed around me, and it was hard to breathe, each breathing I took was like a rapid breath, I had to steady my breathing before I would pass out from the lack of air.

Why do I feel so cold? I feel like I’m fucking drowning when I’m perfectly fine.

I had already gone in for a hot shower but still, it did nothing to reduce the cold, it’s too cold, and my skin... I’m looking paler than usual. What’s happening to my body? Is this the effect of my powers? No one said it would be like this though.

I wore a shirt and then a long shirt sleeve on top in hopes of staying warm, before grabbing a hoodie too but I was far from warm, it just kept getting worse.

"You good?" Emilia asked me the moment I stepped back into the room, she was looking out the window hugging herself as she watched the skies, her eyes were dead, and she had been like this ever since she came to us. After everything... after what her father did, I don’t know what is going on in that little head of hers but I can imagine the emotional damage, she hasn’t looked me in the eye properly, she did once, and instant regret and remorse filled her gaze. I don’t want her to look at me like that... it wasn’t her fault but her dad’s.

She can’t blame herself for what he did as long as she didn’t have a hand in it.

"Yeah just cold" I replied, resisting chatting my teeth, I would have closed the window but it seemed Emilia found some sort of comfort in looking at the moon right now. If that gives her the comfort she needs I can’t complain, I’m not that much of an affectionate guy and given the situation, there’s not much I can say.

"Cold?" she faces me with a smile on her lips. "I can help with that," she added, stretching her hand out for me. I looked at it skeptically.

Werelions have natural heat and I knew where she was going with this, I was hesitating because I don’t know what I might do when I make contact with her skin.

"Oh come on... I won’t bite"

"You’re awfully amused today, but it doesn’t match with the dead eyes"

"Dead eyes?" she blinked.

"When was the last time you looked in a mirror?"

She rolled her eyes. "There’s just a lot in my head, that’s all" She took her hand back when I made no attempts to reach for it. It stung in my chest when I saw her sunken mood because I didn’t take it but I pushed it aside. "You know I’m not just worried about what my dad did to Dace"

"You still don’t believe it. You would defend him?"

She huffed. "Not that... the Pride Council when they find out" She bit her lip. "My mom will suffer because of this, that’s what I’m more worried about"

"What will this Pride council do to him?"

"I would rather not speak but what I can say is... You won’t get a chance to kill him when they take matters into their own hands. Even though my dad created this Council, the laws are absolute and when involved a mortal enemy there are consequences" She looked away back to the window. "He dug his own grave"

"Too bad" I mumbled looking to the side and I felt her stern eyes on me, she always looked at me like she could see the very insides of my soul, and maybe she could. And the funny thing is I want her to see every side of me.

"Do you hate me, Grayson? I’m the daughter of the very Alpha that killed your foster family, you could get your revenge you know by taking my head"

"Don’t!" I snapped facing her with my heated gaze.

"Or is it my brother’s you prefer? He’s after all gonna be the next Alpha if we all live through this"

"Do you always find pleasure in getting on my nerves?"

"I’m only stating reality Grayson and I’m not one to run away from it, it’s no use when it basically rubbed on your face"

I said nothing... only burned my gaze into her before looking away and walking to my phone on the bed. "I’m worried about Emma, It 1 a.m. right now and she’s not picking up my call"

I heard a sigh behind me. "She went to the witch boy didn’t she?"

"Owen, to translate the spell, It’s taking too much time,"

"Call him then" she shrugged.

I have thought of that but I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. It was unlike Emma not to pick up her call, we were doing this together after all. When she gets the spell translated we will find Dace and end this.

"You don’t think she wants to do this alone right?" Emilia interjected.

"That’s what I’m afraid of," I said about dialing Owen’s number but his call came in.

"Speak of the devil" Emilia mused and I ignored her.

"Owen," I said the moment I answered the call. "Are you with-"

"I tried to stop her but she’s damn stubborn"

"What?"

"After translating the spell she asked me to take her to Dace, I thought we would go together but she ran out on me"

"Calm down"

"Calm down? She’s with fucking Dace"

"And he won’t hurt her, even though his DNA is a mess, he won’t lay a hand on her, never," I said.

Owen is panicking too much and I don’t like it, if he’s acting this way how am I supposed to feel? My heart is almost beating out of my chest right now.

"Are you forgetting there are rogues around"

There are but there is a possibility that Dace must have controlled them somehow because Juneau hasn’t been attacked by now but that doesn’t change the fact that Emma shouldn’t have gone on her own.

I thought we would handle this together. Why did she feel the need to go him alone?

"Send me your coordinates I’m coming right now"