Bastet was not having Khalid's shit.
“Which yes, Auntie Sarael got a wolf when she and Uncle John marked each other, meeting the right conditions. But she can only shift on new and full moons. Her wolf is called Nova, and she’s really nice.” Isis explained. I didn’t think a human could get a wolf. “I see. Well, at least you have it if you need it, and you found Mother’s talisman. As for why I’m here. Given you’re even asking, they haven’t told you.” Khalid frowned. “Haven’t told us what?” They questioned in unison. I know why he wasn’t more specific in his message, but if he had been, maybe this wouldn’t be playing out like this. Then again, they figured it out in the end. Too bad it didn’t go the way everyone wanted. Caleb called me on our way here to inform us that the Bloodmoon traitor had escaped. “Wade escaped your Beta and Alpha,” Khalid said seriously. “What? That’s not possible. Wade isn’t smart, strong, or fast enough to get away from even one of them, let alone both. And I know they both wanted him dead.” K
I’m starting to think we should have gone to see the vampires first. I would have been less likely to get beat up. But we came to my sister first, and since arriving, I’ve been punched twice and choked out. Worse yet, Logan put his hands on Dani. I don’t care what he does to me. He can be pissed at me all he wants, but touching Dani crossed a line. She was trying to defend me. His mate would do the same for him, and if someone touched his mate, he’d have their head. But there is little I can do to retaliate since he’s the Alpha, and I’m in his territory. I need to play nice, at least for Isis’ sake. And don’t get me started on John. I would rather him keep hitting me than deal with his lecture. What would he have done in my place? Would he have left his mother to rot and ultimately be killed? Would he have killed her himself to keep his brother safe? Would he have ensured all the focus of hate went to him so his sibling could have some semblance of peace? “I ran to protect her.” I q
“Oh, we are well aware of how that went. Looking down from the plane to see a swarm of hunters fighting my packmates as we landed.” Kurt snorted. “The plane door barely opened, and my mate rushed out to save her aunt from your cunt mother.” “I remember rushing to protect her. I remember feeling the pain of her being stabbed. I remember only seeing red and waiting to stain the tarmac with your blood for setting that lunatic free.” I could see his eyes changing colors, his demeanor changing as he was on the cusp of losing control. “I went feral at that point. I couldn’t get to you. I thought Isis was dead.” I’m confident the only reason he didn’t lash out was that Isis was using the mate bond to control his rage. “The only thing that stopped me was knowing Isis was still alive. That I hadn’t lost my world. You can have all the best intentions in the world, Khalid. But you ought to know crazy when you see it. Sakina was crazy. And you ought to have known she couldn’t be trusted.” He sho
Whatever that blood oath or unbreakable vow was, it was damn powerful. Khalid tried to hide it, to keep me from feeling it, but I did. It was draining as fuck, and just like how his sister needed Kurt to keep her standing, he’s lucky I caught him and got him back to the sofa. I tried to lend him some more of my strength. Otherwise, he will fall asleep here and now while we are in the middle of some seriously heavy shit. Heavy in the sense that Kurt has a half-sibling in the care of his enemy Noya. I can see how that would be a huge liability for both parties. However, it does give us a better advantage. Kurt is older and therefore capable of controlling his link to this child. The child has just come of age and won’t know how to keep Kurt out consistently. So while the liability of being traced is, there is something more problematic. This child is possibly the product of Kurt’s father and his true mate, which to many would mean they have a stronger claim to the title—making them a v
Why does she have to do that? Piss me off? When I let her feed on me because our blood bags went bad, she was more than happy to remind me how I said she’d never get her fangs into me. It’s like she gets a kick out of pissing me off. I wouldn’t be surprised, given how much we fight and how many times that turns into sex. So why would it be any different this time? I probably should care more about being in my sister’s apartment. But as Dani’s fangs sink into my skin, into the rose mark she left on my skin, common sense goes out the window. That first puncture stings like a wasp, making me wince at that first moment. But then it all changes. Where a wasp sting would leave discomfort as a vampire, Dani controls what I feel from her bite. I should count myself lucky that she makes me feel pleasure. Not that she hadn’t already started getting me wound up before her fangs grazed my flesh. I should be worried about how much blood she’s draining. Instead, I’m concerned about how to get her
While we waited for word from Isis in her quest to retrieve the Argylls scepter from a Kinsley vault at the bank, Aunt Sarael caught me up on other things that have been happening while I was running for my life and in hiding with Dani. We talked about her wolf Nova and the rock on her ringer finger. I guess I missed a lot while I was running away and in hiding with Dani. Before long, we were called to the packhouse as there was a new development. I was not too fond of the idea of leaving Dani. Even with all the assurances in the world, she was perfectly safe sleeping at Isis’ apartment. But I left after making sure she was asleep and kissing her goodbye, earning myself a half-awake eye roll for disturbing her. We were directed into a large living room, where I can only assume every ranked wolf person and their guards were present, given how packed the room was. Aunt Sarael had me sit beside her while we waited for everyone else. When Isis entered, I stood up to greet her but was for
“We can worry about Khalid’s first impression with the vampire clan later. We should focus on having a plan in place for dealing with the magic.” Aunt Sarael chided as we walked into her home. It was bigger than her place in Eugene. It looked more like a home meant for a family. I suppose now that she’s mated, it won’t be long before that happens. The pitter-patter of little hybrid feet will race across these hardwood floors. I’ll have cousins who are over a decade younger than me. Thinking about that possibility led my mind down another path. Isis is mated, and as long as everything goes right will be a Luna. She’ll be expected to have an heir and probably sooner than later. I’ll be an Uncle. That scares the shit out of me. “If Ductus Caleb offers aid, be it full force or just the help of Byron to detect the magic, we must still be able to shut it down.” Aunt Sarael sighed, going directly into the study at the front of the house. I cautiously followed her, glancing back at John and
It’s crazy the amount of shit you miss when you sleep the day away. I’d like to say my sleep was peaceful. After sleeping in the backseat of a car, having a bed should have allowed me to rest without issue. The problem is this bed, the whole apartment, and the building smell of werewolves. I’m not saying werewolves smell, but well, they do. Then add in going to bed sexually frustrated. Between Khalid’s Aunt Sarael and her guard interrupting us, he had to go and talk about his fucking ex. Seriously, who does that? That would be like me discussing past lovers casually while he’s fucking me. It’s damn rude. I suppose I should count myself lucky he’s too young to have as long of a list of exes as mine. I don’t want to hear about that twit. So overall, my sleep was not restful to begin with. And when I did fall asleep, those stupid nightmares about Toño killing my son have now morphed into him killing Khalid. I don’t know which is worse, and that’s fucking with me. The correct answer sho