Episode 15

Sirius threw a punch at one of the cultists. His pupils dilated into skits and his already bright crimson eyed were even brighter. His fangs were bared, sweat dripping down his face.

More maroon hooded figures came out of the alleyways that were located in the now emptied street. Nathaniel and Bethlehem swung their chains around, whipping any cultists that came their way.

Lyon was shooting dark magic engraved bullets at the hooded figures, smiling his heart away at each accurate shot. Nile was disappearing and reappearing at each cultist, killing them at lightning fast speed. Everyone was doing their part to make sure that cultists numbers were at bay if not completely eradicated.

The Amiel brothers were busy outside the small town. They were instructed to create a barrier using the magic they possessed. Sirius knowing that they possessed magic didn't sit well with Cilio. It told him that trusting Nile with his secret was such a stupid nothing to do.

"That bastard! " Cilio barked, causing Zohar's eyes to widen a bit. Cilio had never been one to raise his voice, let alone insult someone. He was finally changing and Zohar didn't know whether to be at ease, or be terrified of the path this sudden change will take Cilio. He was not one to talk though.

It had been a year since the incident at Larmino, and everyday Sirius's little tricks and actions caused Zohar to burn with anger. His plans to kill Sirius were still in motion, that's why secretly he practiced the light spells that his family had taught him. He also seeked help from Cilio too.

He broke out his thoughts when he saw a maroon hooded figure running up to them with what seemed to be a dagger. "Cilio keep up the buried whilst I take care of him." Cilio nodded understanding the situation. Unbeknownst to the brothers that a threat was lurking in the attack.

The cultists swung the dagger to which Zohar dodged with ease. He then punched the cultists in the face, causing the hood to come off. It revealed a male around Zohar's age with pale skin and long midnight blue hair, which was tied up in a ponytail. This caused both Zohar and the boy to blush when they stared intensely at each other.

"Aren't ya a little young to be a cultist?" Zohar curtly questioned. It was ignored and he carried on his attacks on Zohar. Cilio was watching with sweat dripping down his face. Keeping up the barrier alone was causing more fatigue than he wanted. However, he would be useless in a battle, so he wouldn't be able to have Zohar switch places with him.

Zohar kept ducking the dagger before being accidentally dodged too slowly. It stabbed him. He smirked then laughed in a cocky manner. "It will heal, this is practically nothing." Then a wave of pain rushed through his entire body.

He fell on his knees and screamed in pain. "ZOHAR!" Cilio roared worriedly. The pain was too much and he knew what had caused it. He slowly looked up, his face contorted in a wincing motion. The cultist was smiling maniacally down at Zohar. "You used wolfsbane." He choked out.

The cultist smiled even wider, nodding his head. "We were long informed that you two were wolves, so we took the necessary steps to make sure you were wiped out." He flamboyantly said.

Zohar started coughing up massive amounts of blood. Holding himself because the excruciating pain was making him fall apart. Cilio stood there, wicked by how long he was keeping the barrier up. He was helpless again. Someone he loved was in danger once again, and he still couldn't do anything.

"Bye bye Zohar Amiel~" The cultists said in a sing-song tone. He brought the dagger down but was killed in a heartbeat but Bethlehem's morning star. The now dead body laid in front of the slipping in and out of consciousness Zohar.

The rest of the group were back, so that meant they had defeated the enemy. Nile knelt down the exhausted Cilio who collapsed due to using up his magic. Keeping a barrier up for more than 3 hours wasn't an easy job and doing it by yourself for the last 20 minutes was even harder.

He picked up Cilio bridal style, the wolf too tired to protest, and started heading for the carriage. "Zohar!" Lyon and Sirius yelled frantically in unison. They both ran towards Zohar, but Lyon got their first. Sirius watched as Lyon tended to Zohar's wounds, a feeling circulating his body. A feeling he had never felt before.

This feeling wasn't the nicest.

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The brothers were now in their respective chambers being seen by the family doctors. Nile stood by Cilio's side of the bed. Watching down as he admired the sleeping beauty beneath him. A small smile was placed on his face but was quickly wiped off when Miguel entered the room.

Nile was still in his gold combat uniform and Miguel was wearing nothing but a black silk robe. "Both wolves are out." Something about the way Miguel said that was so condescending. Nile hissed under his breath not sparing Miguel a response.

This didn't sit well with Kornelio's advisor. "You still treat him well despite his obvious distaste for you." He spat out venomously. Nile looked back with a spine chilling intense glare. "Remember your place, Miguel DeMartino." The barely clothed man bit his lips.

"If you two are going to argue, can you please do it somewhere else." Cilio stated, sleep oozing out of his voice.

"Cilio!" He exclaimed a bright smile on his face. This made Cilio's stoic face melt down, a small smile on his face. 'Maybe I'm being unfair' He solemnly thought to himself. Nile was already seated by Cilio, placing the back of his hand on the wolf's forehead. Miguel watched with anger before turning around and storming off.

'As long as he's pissed off. I'm okay.' He gleefully thought to himself.

"What's that smile for." Nile asked. Cilio shoved him lightly.

"Mmm~nothing~."