People tend to forget stories whenever they were desperate, it was why there was a dead body laying at the Prince's feet when he woke that day. Someone had tried to kill him and had stupidly touched his hands, thereby leading to a disastrous death. Had they easily forgotten that the Alpha Prince's touch was death?

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"Someone tried to kill the Prince!" Adele practically screamed as she barged into the room. Her high-pitched voice distracted Soraya from the novel she had picked up from the library. Her love for novels never dwindled.

"You said?"

"I said someone tried to kill Prince Daryl."

Soraya was startled at Adele's statement. She was right when she told the Prince that there were people in this school who wanted him dead. That was the thing about power when you wielded it, you become a target for the ones who would do anything to claim it.

"When did that happen?"

"Today!"

Adele reached for Soraya's hand and dragged the latter up. "People are still clustered around his room, come and see for yourself."

They made their way to where the crowd of students gathered outside of his room, which was the next room after theirs. Soraya risked a glance inside the open room and she gasped at what she saw. Prince Daryl stood in all his glory, wearing an all-black outfit, and not forgetting his gloved hands but what made Soraya gasp was not the Prince this time, it was the dead body that was being wheeled out of the room.

The dead man was not covered in blood like it would seem if the Prince had launched a counter-attack. No, the man was completely drained of all the blood he could have, and Soraya could see his wolf claws extended like he had tried to shift but could not.

Soraya raised her curious gaze to the Prince's again, and when his eyes met hers, there was no smirk adorning his face. Instead, he had a lazy expression of boredom as if he was waiting for the body to be wheeled away so he could slam the door to get rid of the jobless onlookers.

Never taking her eyes off the Prince, Soraya asked Adele rather shakily; "how did the assailant die?"

"He touched the Prince's bare hands. No one touches the Prince's bare hands and lives. His hands drain the life out of the victim."

As Soraya made her way to the classroom, Adele's words never left her; no one touches the crown Prince's bare hands and lives. It was the reason why he always wore leather gloves, so he would not accidentally kill anyone. He was cursed, Adele had said, cursed by a witch whom his grandfather had offended. His hands were like a bloodsucking weapon. Quinn had failed to tell her that tiny bit of information, she could only imagine what would have happened if she had touched his bare hands, she would have met her end even before she finished her mission.

That aside, there was also the nagging curiosity about who had tried to kill him. Was there another Wolf Hunter in the school? Or was it one of the werewolves? What was their motive for the attempt? The question was a hypocritical one because even she had no motive whatsoever in her attempt to kill the prince.

Quinn had not told her who the client was and why he or she wanted the prince dead, and she had not asked. It was better to do her job without knowing anything than to get wrapped up in the fumble of the supernatural world. Even after six months, the supernatural world was a jungle she would not want to sink deep in.

"Karter!"

Soraya blinked at Prince Daryl's sudden appearance before her.

"What the hell," she mumbled, but the Prince was not there for jokes, he grabbed her hands and practically began to drag her out of the classroom.

"Are you insane, what the hell is this, Daryl Ender?"

Daryl did not stop until they got to the locker room where he forcefully pushed her against one of the lockers, his palms locking her hands over her head.

"Was it you?" He questioned, his gaze burning, his sunkissed orbs seemed to glow even brighter, and the way he had his hands gripped over Soraya's own felt like he was trying to rein his wolf senses.

"What are you talking about?"

"You know what I am talking about, Karter. Do not fucking try to play dumb."

He was talking about the attempted murder, she knew yet she scrunched her nose up and scoffed. "I do not know what you mean, your Highness."

Prince Daryl shut his eyes, pressing onto her hands with urgency, the rough patch of his gloves bit at Soraya's skin. When he pried his eyes open again, they were bloodshot, changing from brown to gold like they could not decide which color to remain as. "I am not playing with you, Karter!" He snapped.

"And I am not playing, Ender. What the hell? You cannot just come at me and start spitting accusations of something I know nothing about!"

Daryl groaned and released her. "So you know nothing of the attack?" He inquired.

She put her arms down. "I am not that stupid, besides if I wanted to attack you, I'd do it myself, not send someone to do my dirty job," she deadpanned with an eye roll.

Daryl ran his hands through his hair, distress written over his face. "How am I to believe you? You made it clear since the first day that you do not like my existence," he managed to utter.

Soraya scoffed.

"And I remember telling you that day that you had no evidence to prove," she answered dryly.

"You are good with the swords, but yet you do not have any magic even though you claim to be a witch." He was making a statement, not asking a question.

'No slipups.' she could hear Quinn's voice in her head.

Soraya's fingers clenched into fists, searching desperately for the right answer to his accusation. "Not all witches can wield magic," she finally countered.

She had spent her whole nights since she arrived reading about witches and what they could do. She needed to know about them to perfect her disguise. And when she finally found out that piece of information, she understood why Quinn made her guise as a witch.

"Spellcasting, potion making, those are the powers witches wield. Magic is only for a selected few," she continued.

Daryl looked at her with disbelief. "You have this all figured out, don't you?"

And for the second time, she repeated again. "I have no idea what you are talking about, your Highness."