But then a thought crossed his mind and he decided to ask the archon.
Calhoun looked at Valencia and asked in a rough tone, “Am I not the guest of the archon as per old laws? A mage has to be welcomed and taken care of the highest authority of werewolves if I remember correctly.”
Valencia gritted her teeth. Damn old laws. She had forgotten about them because it had been centuries since a mage had visited them or even neared their territory.
As such, they were obsolete and nobody knew if they were still under effect. But, he had saved her by keeping her secret safely hidden with him.
And, she didn't like this fact about him. She was under his thumb, and he could use that to extract a favor or use her to do things she didn't want to do, not willingly at least.
Valencia looked him in the eye and answered, “The old laws asked the werewolf with the highest authority i.e. me to welcome a mage, yes. So, I would like to welcome you to our headqu
Just then a thought crossed his mind and he tried mind-linking to her. They hadn’t used the communication method in ages, simply because they never had someone who could eavesdrop on their conversation.Dominic shrugged, “Maybe Trecdor had it cleaned before his arrival. He must have planned to stay but you know he wouldn't have stayed anywhere near you, even if the law required the archon to keep the Coven head as her guest.”“The law…again…grrr”The thought had never crossed her mind that Trecdor would have done something like this. The Round Hall looked like the colosseum, ancient and broken, but everybody liked it this way.It would keep any humans that stray into the forest from finding about the existence of such a massive structure that was hard to miss. Occasionally, some enthusiastic humans would travel through the jungle in search of some adventure and stumble upon the round hall.Once or twice t
Again, she shrugged her shoulders, “On the contrary, I observed his face when you were talking to your beta. He looked interested about something as if the Round Hall had some answers to whatever he was looking for. It felt odd.” “Maybe, he was just observing the heritage of the werewolves up close. No mage has been in our territory since ages.” “Could be the case, still I didn't want him in your place and certainly not mine.” He let out a chuckle at her words and asked, “How about a quick run?” Valencia's eye’s lit up at the word run. Her wolf was eager to be let out despite having run for almost a day and a half. Before she could reply he added, “Not your wolf, I can never beat you in your wolf form. Wanna race in your human form with me? Let’s see if you can beat me?” He asked with a mischievous grin and Valencia squinted her eyes at that. “Oh, you think I am strong and agile only because of my wolf? Let me prove you wrong, bu
The soft bluish glow of the antlers was slowly replaced by a golden light as the magic of the mage was entering the bird, feeding him with magic. Skylark closed its eyes too and they sat like that for around fifteen minutes until the antlers began to dazzle in the golden light instead of the faint glow. Smiling a little, Calhoun opened his eyes and then stopped the flow of magic as he saw that skylark was completely fed and had also received some extra boost of magic that it had saved in his antlers. After a while, skylark opened its eyes too and Calhoun asked the bird, “Happy?” The bird cawed in response and let out a shriek of joy telling the mage how happy it was. Calhoun chuckled as he caressed the antlers for some time and then asked, “Do you want something more? You carried me for almost twenty-four hours on your back without complaining. I think I might help you with some enhancement.” Hearing the mage’s words skylark bega
However, his wide smile turned into shock upon seeing Calhoun. “Good morning, Cal-...just what the hell are you wearing?” He asked him with wide eyes and Calhoun replied with a smile, “Good morning, alpha. I thought we were going to meet for lunch, not breakfast.” Dominic arched his eyebrows, “So that is your answer for just putting on the first thing your hands touched?” The mage chuckled and eyed Patrick before answering, “Actually, I was just going to go for a walk but then saw Patrick arrive earlier than expected. I wasn’t going to do anything special either so I just came along.” Patrick realized that Calhoun had just saved him from receiving a scolding from his alpha, but he stayed quiet. He only bent his head a little and turned away to leave but Dominic stopped him. “Not so fast, Patrick. I asked you to send him clothes, food, and some essential stuff. What is he wearing?” Patrick turned around but his eyes were fixated
“How fast does your hair grow, alpha?” She dropped the bags and placed her hands on her hips. However, on seeing another person with him, she immediately squinted her eyes. She couldn't sense the wolf within him so she tried to correct herself thinking that he might be a human. “I mean, alpha of the real estate business…” She added weakly not knowing what to say. A small part of her feared that the alpha would so cold her for barging in the room without making sure if anyone else was around or not. Dominic waved at her and smiled, “He knows, don't worry, come in Martha.” Martha breathed a sigh of relief but then immediately raised her eyebrows, “I don't sense a wolf, is he human?” “Well….yes.” While Martha eyed Calhoun with suspicion, he got up and smiled at her, “My name is Calhoun and I am a mage.” His introduction left the whole mansion eerily silent for some time and the only sound one could hear was the faint flapp
He added in a small voice as he recalled how the Ancient One had promised that he would help skylark look as good as a real bird if he were to complete a task for him. But now his master wasn't around so he had to figure out all the things for himself starting with skylark and the real reason for him being amongst the werewolves- finding out who was trying to hurt/possess Valencia. The thought of the archon made his heart jump but he didn't know why that was the case. A small part of him was eager to meet her again even if all she did was scowl at him or smile a little too sweetly at him. Martha replied, “Ohhh…” and began trimming his hair. For the next few minutes, the only sound was the clipping sound of the scissors as Martha worked her magic on the mage. He didn't even know how long his hair had grown or the last time when he had gotten a haircut. Well, if he ignored the one time when a sword had slashed through his hair, missing his neck by
Looking at the pile of clothes, he spent a second deciding if he was going to go with his initial choice but then gave up. He was never good with picking clothes. He simply pulled down the trouser he was wearing given by Patrick and wore the black jeans given by Dominic. And then he removed his oversized and worn-out shirt and was about to put on the new one when he heard skylark’s caws. That made him walk to the window where Skylark was as usual hovering over the roof. He had become afraid of Martha and slipped out of the room the moment she had been distracted in pulling out the appliances from her bags. Skylark had seen her walk out but was unsure if she was lurking so he had given a call to his master to check if it was safe for him to come inside. After Calhoun repeatedly assured him that it was fine the bird perched on the windowsill and kept looking at the door and every other corner, expecting her to spring up from a corner and lunge at him at
Valencia rolled her eyes at the thought and did her best to not look at Calhoun. After the food was served, they began eating quietly and after a few minutes of silence where the only thing audible was the soft clanks of spoons against china, Dominic asked, “So, did you hear any news from your side?” Calhoun knew he was asking about the death of the Ancient One and if it had been discovered. The mage only shook his head and answered, “None, yet. I guess, the mages are all under hibernation or deep meditation themselves.” “Oh, I would like you to be very, very steady in front of me.” Valencia’s wolf chuckled and she hastily added something without thinking, “Why didn't you go to meditate as well?” The wolf chuckled inside her and Valencia realized how rude she must sound to someone who had arrived in their territory after saving her and keeping the fact secret that the highest authority that is the ancient one was dead because of her, no not because of