Legardo is not the real Legardo? Leo is the real Legardo’s son? In other words, he is the real alpha of the white sted pack if it ever comes out that Legardo isn’t Legardo? Penny, the smooth faced innocent girl that had come with Arnold, was fake Legardo’s daughter, a spy? Peter ran his palm over his face, feeling hot and bothered. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Although he was relieved that Leo hadn’t betrayed them, the information that Fayot was dishing out was too deep to be taken lightly. He could understand that the latter had thought that helping the false Legardo would help him get revenge on those that had killed his parents, yet this false Legardo, what was his true aim? He could communicate with them through the mind link? Just who was he? Peter pondered, his mind racing through this questions which he was sure was running through the rest of the people’s minds, even as his eyes followed the direction of Fayot’s eyes-he too was curious on who could be mated to
“He is dying, we have to do something!” Lucille screamed, her hands to her mouth, having a front row view of Fayot jerking and spurting foam from his mouth. Freya’s hand was on his chest, heating and thumping softly whilst she muttered words that were not intelligible to the people around her except to those with the innate magic. Aiden and the other ancients surrounded the both whilst they chanted healing ancient music that was meant to keep the soul in the body and preserve the both. The rest of the hall stood in the agape, wondering what next would happen. Agrip watched on furtively, wishing he still had one of Agagog’s pills. He had used the last for Peter. If only he knew how to get to the old man in a minute second-the journey would have taken more than three days. Fayot would be dead by then. “You have to dismiss the crowd. They are hindering the effectiveness of the magic. Their noise is much.” He heard Melvina say to her mate, and nodded in agreement to her, noticing too
Legardo knew that his daughter was talking, but he didn’t know the content because his mind was elsewhere. Fayot had managed to escape the clutches of death. Seems, he had underestimated the ancients. He had to do more research on them. Like the others, he had thought that the species had ceased to exist, only to find out…He shook his head…they were still alive a few years ago. He had thought them a good ally to have and that’s why he had brought up the mineral, but now they were siding with the enemy pack. What the hell! He had to do something, but what?? Damn the backstabbing prince! He shouted internally, drumming his fingers on the large mahogany table, forgetting for a minute to make a hum, to indicate that he was listening to his ranting daughter. And she observed.“Dad!” She screamed, causing the room to quake, and Legardo to palm his face tiredly. As much as his daughter was the love of his life, she could be a pest sometimes. Couldn’t she leave him for just five minutes
Eva looked up smiling, her hands spread out in the air as she saw Freya step into the big dining hall with the rest of the ancients. They were done feeding. Freya cooed in the air, before stepping around the table, aware that the rest had stopped eating, to stare at them. Freya lifted Eva in her hands, and took the little girl’s seat, keeping the little Eva on her lap. She turned aside to Maya who smiled back, wanting to ask her how the feeding went, but furrowed when she didn’t know how to ask that question, how to ask how a feeding went, how they caught the humans and fed on them. Derek, seeing the grimace, winced. He had the feeling too. As a matter of fact, he felt bad for the humans used as preys, even though Agrip had explained it to them when they had started eating that the humans would enjoy the experience, might be the best thing they would experience in their life. The feeding gives them a highness that is greater than cocaine or any of the drugs. And that if left, they w
“Blenda is right. We should share information, it would be helpful in the course of this meeting or war.” Melvina agreed, her eyes meeting with Blenda, who smiled at her. She couldn’t help but return the smile. The woman was a breath of fresh air. “First, I think we should talk about the prophecy and what it tells. Please the full text, not paraphrased. We need to know what we are dealing with.” Kane who had wanted to speak out of turn, hearing the context ‘full text, and not paraphrased’ shut his mouth, pouting to the surprise of his brother and the other ancients when Lucille chuckled in her mind. They didn’t know the latter; they only saw kanae pouting like a kid denied lollipop. Seeing that no one knew the full text of the prophecy, Melvina was about asking to be told the paraphrased version, when Agrip signalled with a raise of his index finger, that he had something to say. Of course. Blenda mused. The man of wisdom. She thought, watching as the dude even stood up to his f
“So, in other words, there is no way to know which of them is the prophecy, till tomorrow then, right?” Shane inquired, folding his arms across his chest, his mind also going out to Emma who would be alone on her eighteenth birthday. He could swear that her family, the one at Florida, won't understand what was going on with her. He wondered what she would be doing now. Was she at home yet? Did she miss Derek? He glanced at his alpha, and sighed. Dude looked so lost.“Most likely. But I can say that it is Emma. The way she tackled and killed Casper, the wizard that Leonarya had sent after us, was bizarre and magnificent at the same time. It was like she was a combination of sorts, forces moving in perfect sync. I have never seen anything like that.” Julius answered, his mind obviously reliving the event. “Who is Casper?” Sheila asked, not entirely pleased that her daughter had made her first kill, but being that it was to protect herself, she relaxed a bit. “Well, after Derek had ex
Dobah was about to ask a question, when he heard the shriek of a bird from above. Startled, he stopped his words, and looked up, aware that he was not the only one that had been surprised by such a loud shriek. Two white little birds. Cute things if he must admit. The birds were playing with each other, females he was sure. He couldn't help but wonder what two female birds were doing together on a high window pane. Shouldn’t there be a male to play a mating dance with them? The birds also were of the same breed with the same markings. There was something suspicious about them, but he couldn’t detect a weird energy from them. If anything, he felt relaxed. If they're the wrong birds, he should detect some atmosphere change, but there was nothing.When he saw the others relax and begin to return their gazes to the table, he was aware that they felt no threat from the birds. And so in the mouth, or rather mind, of two or three witnesses, the truth was established. Was that how the B
Derek gritted his teeth, hearing Aiden talk.Dude had touched Emma? That would explain why his mate had been extra horny that night, why her moans had been frantic when he had touched her. Although she had managed to fade off Aiden’s touch miraculously, the touch had still remained, and that had been why she had pounced on him when he came inside the room. Well, it was better he was the one. He couldn’t imagine it being with Anthony or someone else. He didn’t regret it either. He only regretted not thinking of protection. He didn’t think that Emma was ready to mother a baby. Girl was still trying to get used to the fact that she was in the middle of a supernatural fight she only heard of or had seen in movies. Wheew! No way would she want a baby now. “I’m sorry Derek. I'm not sure you understand why I did what I did, but I am still sorry.” Aiden apologized, his eyes roaming to Freya who was staring at him like he had grown two heads. She was trying to fathom why he hadn’t told her