Eventually, the fight wound down and James came out of the house and into the backyard. “I’m glad she’s staying with you. It’s a mess in there. But the guys are securing what’s left of the rogues now. We can figure out what we want to do with them later.” There wasn’t much of a question about what they’d do with them. The Ruling Council had a bounty on the heads of these fools. They’d split the bounty, since they were both involved, and it happened in the neutral zone between their packs. “Oh, and the healers called in. They’ll be here in the next few minutes.” “Good.” Ty basically nodded at the rest of James’ update. “What in all that’s sacred?” He now was close enough to see the scattered and charred leaves, and pieces of the creature around the prone body of the druid. “Wait, is that the thing that attacked in the kitchen?” “Yeah, it appears the druid found some sort of way to change into that.” James made a face of total disgust because he final
“Kiera, the healers are here. Someone brought some chains for him that will prevent him from using his magic. It’s okay, you can shift back now. Come on, sweetheart. Don’t make me force you to shift back.” Dean didn’t know how long he’d been begging Kiera to shift back, but he was losing his patience. Lycan generally tended to have a painful transition from one form to the other. They resisted shifting forms as much as possible because of this. Her excuse was for not shifting was at an end and she was making everyone uncomfortable in her current form. One healer stood just outside the kitchen door and dangled a set of handcuffs from his hands to show Kiera they existed, which caught her attention. Kiera nodded and wordlessly grumbled as she went to all four feet. Her shift came on slowly, and several healers and enforcers came out to watch. Dean hated this. They were shifters and shifting should be a spectacle of any sort to them.
The chaos at the healing centre was insane. Not only were there Ruling Council enforcers and investigators clogging the corridors as everyone and their uncle appeared to be waiting for their chance to speak with the druid. Dean and James didn’t realize how great their achievement was. The druid underestimated their brains and ability to plan. Trisha, when she was finished yelling at them for locking her in the closet, pointed out the Druid probably looked on them as country hillbillies and simpletons. Their plan he’d probably expect from alphas of larger packs closer to more urban centres, where more conflicts occurred, and education was better. Kiera kept her mouth shut for this, but couldn’t stifle her giggle of amusement at hearing Trisha’s left-handed compliment. James didn’t take being called an uneducated hillbilly very well. He knew what she was capable of saying, but he’d rarely had her viper’s tongue turned directly on him.Dean knew about
Walt stepped from the secured patient room. The Druid wouldn’t leave anytime soon. The fight and the magic took a lot out of him. The fool must have forgotten or ignored the fact that all magic like science got results and those results may be what they intended, and the rest were unintended or side-effects. There’s only so much of anything in this world. When it’s gone, it must latch onto something else. The druid cast a spell that fused his body with a creeper vine among the other plants. It made for a toxic combination for whoever he attacked if he’d been able to get in contact with his opponent for too long. The negative effects were something Walt feared he’d ignored, not expected, or disregarded. When Kiera lit him on fire, that fire first consumed the plants and then consumed him before he broke the spell and returned to his human or druidic form. The fool wouldn’t answer questions, but that didn’t matter. He was his mother’s son and a druid him
“I, for one, don’t think we all need to be here for this interrogation any further. We now know that the interrogator will be at this for quite a long time. They’ll report everything they receive to us once they have it. I have faith in Lilliana’s skills at gaining results. So, why don’t we go find a more comfortable place to continue our investigations and see if we can’t conclude some of this without the interrogation results?” James knew the investigator knew his stuff. Interrogations could take hours or days to complete, and he knew Trisha couldn’t stomach watching it if the interrogator needed to use extreme violence. “I’d agree with you on that, but as we stand on the border of Alpha Jonas’ territory, I’ll let him decide on the next steps.” It annoyed James a little that the investigators thought they could call the shots by assuming certain things. “I say we get out of here and kick back for a bit. Why do we need to push everything through before we
Kiera stood in the main entrance of the packhouse, wondering how she’d made it through the last few hours. So much and yet nothing changed. The pack was still there, as, was she? Dean still tried to keep the investigators from questioning her, which she felt thankful for because she wasn’t sure how to explain what had happened. They’d given help with the blood thieving and selling while trying to find out why their father did what he did. That still bothered Dean. He didn’t want to hear the information secondhand; he wanted to hear whatever the druid had to say directly. Kiera could understand how he felt, but unlike him her experience told her his mental and emotional state was better off than this why. When she confronted the mind behind the evil that was done to her, it may have answered her questions, but it also enjoyed messing with her mind. It took her months of work to understand her issues weren’t hers, but others trying to excuse what they
Several minutes later, Dean had the Ruling Council investigators and their people handed off to various pack members so they could assign them places to stay in the meantime. Kiera returned from watching Trisha and that pack of insanity go. Dean still didn’t know how they hadn’t ended up in an argument or a fight. James was like a different person. “We need to talk, Kiera.” “What do you want to talk about now, Dean?” Kiera knew very well what Dean wanted to speak to her about, but she’d been dreading it until now. “I want to talk about us mating.” He paused speaking for a moment and looked at the ground in thought. “Look, I know you’re scared people will blame you if anything goes wrong. I get that. The thing is, I’m being told there’s no reason we shouldn’t proceed with our mating.” “Are you crazy? Who told you that? When did they tell you that?” Kiera couldn’t believe what he was saying to her. Who would go around encouraging thi
“Fine, I’ll email the Oracle. But I still want you as my Luna and mate.” Dean didn’t seem to see this as a problem that was barring them from doing anything.Kiera’s mind reeled from the very idea that everything in her life was predestined, and she had no control over it. “Dean, if the Moon Goddess or someone pretending to be the Moon Goddess are gathering an army, that means we’re slaves again and been lied to this entire time. Geez, can’t you see it?” Her hand came to her face and her thumb and forefinger pinched the bridge of her nose because she felt this conversation would give her a headache before the end of it. “Yes, Kiera, I see it. Here’s the thing you’re missing. Who are these devout wolves we’ve been talking about? Worshiping the Moon Goddess isn’t like that anymore for the majority of shifter society. Wolves and other shifters will say no. I highly doubt whoever I saw understood that. Whatever is coming won’t have us fighting for the Moon Goddess, but f