Chapter 134: Holiday Mode

Esme's mind was pulled into this dream; she was walking towards the large palace this time. On closer inspection, and Esme's mind aware that she was in this dream, she realised it was built similar to Greek architecture, using marble for the pillars and parts decorated in gold. Although she was aware of her dream, she wasn't completely lucid dreaming, whereby she had no control over her body. 

She walked to the right of the building, away from the guards and followed to the wall. Once she was at a safe distance away from guards and servants, she stepped into the shade of the wall and dissolved into it, walking through the wall and appeared the other side. She stayed as this shadow form, clinging to the wall while she surveyed the small garden before stepping forwards and returning to her normal body. 

The garden had a clear pond with a small bridge that met the white steps leading to this section of the palace. The rest of the garden was full of apple trees and benches set in the shade. Esme walked towards one of the trees, suddenly feeling peckish after a few hours of sleep. 

"Nyx! By the gods, where have you been!?" 

Nyx?

She paused momentarily before pulling the apple away and crunching into it, licking her lips from the sweetness. Turning around, she faced Acacius, one of her servants who looked flabbergasted. His curly black hair fell just above his forehead, his olive complexion slightly shining from no doubt running around searching for her. The short chiton he wore revealed his muscular stature and the stocky calves he most likely got, again from running around after her. 

Acacius searched the small garden then approached her, walking across the bridge. Nyx met him halfway, still eating her apple nonchalantly. "Acacius, dear, you look tired. Whatever is wrong?" She sauntered past him.

"You are leading me to an early grave, Nyx. Please have some pity for me.. You are not the easiest to serve," Acacius muttered behind her. He lowered his head when she turned to look at him, showing his respect. 

"If it makes you feel better, I can always speak to a certain God of the underworld to save a good spot for you?" Nyx smirked when his face paled, and she turned back around to go inside the palace. "Now, why have you been looking for me today?"

"You can be so meaaaan..." Acacius moaned, then dropped his tone at her side glance. Out of all her servants, he and one other were the only ones to speak to her so comfortably. He sighed. "Your father has called for you."

Nyx stopped and threw the apple aside. "How long has he been waiting?" She asked quietly. 

"A w-while," Acacius stuttered, from fear of the shadows starting to circulate nearby and going towards her. 

"Nyx."

"Nyx!"

Esme's eyes shot open, and she hopped to her feet into a crouch, reaching for her knife. Her heart pounded loudly, the sleep still in her eyes as she searched her surroundings and saw Marcus standing across from her, his hands raised. She blinked and lowered her hand after realising she had left her knife with her clothes in the woods near Chester. She shook her head, realising how bold she must have become overnight after finding out her mate was the Vampire King. 

The she-wolf squeezed her eyes shut and reluctantly opened them again, turning away from the sun. "Was I out for long?" She inquired. 

"Not too long, thirty minutes? Your snoring was interrupting my peaceful time with the animals," Marcus joked and smirked when she glared at him.

"I do not snore!" She argued and plopped her butt on the rock again. 

"You don't, no. But I had to wake you. I heard movement nearby; I'm not sure if it's a rogue or something else. Wanna check it out?" He asked, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief, making Esme's eyes light up.

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"Alright, but no fighting." Esme pushed off the ground and patted her hands together, ridding herself of the dust. 

"Let's go in human form. We can always shift if things get out of hand," Marcus suggested as he turned around. 

"Hey, put a shirt on. Look at least a little less inconspicuous, please. Use ya head," She knocked his head, tapping lightly with her fist before brushing past him. 

"Says the girl in just a shirt-"

"This looks like a dress on me.. It's all the range. Plus.. I'm pretty sure I look good in it," She winked over her shoulder, putting on mock confidence. After getting with Gabriel, she knew she had to at least have some good looks. It was only being with Ethan that had knocked any confidence she had, leaving her to believe she wasn't good enough or pretty enough for anyone. 

"Yeah.. you do.." Marcus murmured and turned away, grabbing another shirt and throwing it on. While he caught up to her, Esme was lost in her thoughts.

"Is, what was that dream I had?" Esme asked her wolf as she thought back to how bizarre it was. The dream seemed to continue from what happened in the previous one; the palace was the same, and her clothes were the same. But there was one thing she did note this time; they had been speaking in another language, most likely Latin. 

"I don't know. Maybe the stress of the last few days is catching up to you?" Isana wondered, making Esme relax a little. 

"You're probably right. The only bit that gets me.. Is the language.." Esme sighed. 

"What are you thinking so deeply about?" Marcus emerged by her side, slapping his hand down on her shoulder, almost startling her. "Did you really not sleep well last night because of that vampire? You're a little out of it today. Even letting me sneak up on you."

Esme shook her head, ridding her thoughts of the strange dreams. "Something must be wrong then," She smirked. "Your skills wouldn't improve that quickly overnight.. Come on, let's check out who is nearby."

The pair pushed forwards at a slight jog, keeping their bare feet silent as they headed towards what sounded like another animal. Esme pointed up, and Marcus nodded before jumping up to the first branch of a tree and then another branch, leaving her to jump next. She couldn't go first, she was currently going commando, and although her friend wasn't a pervert, she also didn't want to flash her private parts to him. 

Once at a good height, they hopped into another tree and looked down where two werewolves were eating and fighting over their kill. Esme leaned forwards and smelled the air, the scent revealed them to be rogues, but there was something else to the smell. She had to ignore the bloodied animal, but she couldn't quite distinguish what the smell was, that was until one of them looked up after a nut of some kind dropped to the ground. Esme glanced in the direction it came from and secretly cursed the squirrel that saw her annoyed expression and ran up the tree away from them.

"Es, we gotta go. They're type one's," Marcus whispered. Esme looked back at the wolves; the first one had dragged the dead animal closer to itself and away from the other one that looked in their direction still. Its ears were alert, its body poised, and its red eyes gleamed as it searched the ground and sniffed the air. 

"Let's go," She whispered. It was a good thing they kept hidden. Type one rogues were ruthless and didn't care about what and who they ate; whoever was in their way could be attacked. This was why it was surprising to see two of them next to each other without killing each other. 

Esme and Marcus could take them, but neither was in the mood to. Whenever they fought them before, it was always a very bloody confrontation, and they both seemed to be in some type of 'holiday mood' since chilling in the sun. Plus, after their life of killing and always being on their toes, this was the last thing they wanted to deal with.

They stuck to the trees, staying completely silent. Esme occasionally looked back, sighing in relief after the other rogue was distracted again and seemed to attack the other. Marcus and Esme dropped to the dusty ground, silently searching their surroundings before they headed back. Without even speaking, the pair already subconsciously agreed to leave the area; it was a given.

But as they approached the area, they'd been chilling at a low growl resounded from the woods. Esme then sniffed the air and inhaled sharply. "There was another one," She whispered, realising its scent was on Marcus' bag and the rock. 

It had sniffed them out.

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