Marlowe and Maddox were going to wish they were dead, when I return to the Stripe. Now I was going to have to apologize to the Skinwalker girl and explain that I was just going to continue being the Alpha King alone, without a Luna Queen. I looked at the number Marlowe had given me, debating whether I should call her or not. Just as I was about to, I received a text from her. I tapped it and read the message.
Beau Oaklee- Sorry but I will not be able to make it. An emergency popped up, that I must deal with. Rain check?
Killian Castellani- Alright. We can reschedule for a day after your emergency is dealt with.
I put my phone away; I wasn't returning to the Stripe to announce anything quite yet. I picked up the files we had on Thomas Mills, looking to see if there was anything we missed, on where he could be or what he even looked like.
Thomas Mills, a Vampire that was a wanted Black Marketer of Supernatural, Human, Drug, and Animal Trafficking. Only reason we had his name was because he always branded what he considered his property. We were able to rescue some Supernatural's, Humans, and Animals and stop some drug distributions but it cost lives on both sides.
After an hour of looking, I had found nothing. I put the files back into their box and logged out of my computer and laptop. I put my laptop into my bag, before picking up the box and leaving my office. I walked past the night cleaning crew and took the elevator down to the lobby. I walked outside and my driver and oldest friend was there waiting.
"Alpha Killian," Flynn greeted opening my door.
I put the box in before I got in. He shut the door and was soon driving us both back to the Stripes territory. I took out my phone when it started ringing; It was Ms. Oaklee, why was she calling this late, even with her emergency.
"Marlowe, he found me, I need you to go to the place we first met up, you'll find everything you need to take my mate down, tell Alice and the boys that I am so sorry."
Then the call ended.
"Alpha Killian?" Flynn asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror.
"Get us back to the Stripe territory as fast as possible." I growled at him, before I called Marlowe.
"Alpha, you on your way back?"
"Beau called me by accident. She meant to call you, said to go to the place you first met and you'll find everything to take her mate down."
"Thomas Mills found her, fuck. Did she say where she was going?"
Thomas Mills was Beau's mate? Guess even Skinwalkers were afraid of him.
"She didn't. She said to tell Alice and the boys that she is sorry."
There was silence before he answered.
"Killian, he can't get to her. If he does everyone might possibly never find their soulmate or second chance."
What was he trying to say, that she was Fate? What he told me next had Flynn running red lights. She was the conduit of the Fates. The Seer of Pathways. The first Dog Skinwalker born in over a millennium.
By the time we got to the house I shared with Marlowe, my Gamma, my Gamma's mate, and a few others. Marlowe was outside waiting with a bunch of Warriors who were carrying boxes out of his truck. Was all of that info on Thomas Mills? There had to be at least 30 boxes, possibly more. Flynn parked and we both got out.
"What is in all of these boxes?" I asked, as I picked up the last one from the truck.
"Photos, files, evidence on Thomas Mills, and all of his associates. 46 boxes worth of stuff." Marlowe replied as we walked inside.
This was going to take a while.
"I already sent out Trackers and Warriors to see if they can find Beau, while we look through all of this."
I nodded and we all made a few phone calls, calling in help from whoever would help. Let's hope Beau was safe, wherever she was.
I guess to understand why I'm running from my friends, a blind date, and the monster I had for a mate, I would have to talk about my life before I was on my own in the woods for 20 years. Back to the year of 1612.My family was what you would call royalty amongst the Skinwalkers. We had people everywhere, including in those serving the royal family of England and the royal family of France. Everyone wanted to either to mate into our family or work for us.There was our Matriarch Lennox Langley-Oadham and our Patriarch Galfrid Oadham, they were the heads of the family when I was born. There was Elizabeth and Richard Oldworth, and there 5 kids, I could never remember their names because they were always out on missions for Lennox and Galfrid. Oh and then there was the Dackinsons, they were the hunters of the family. Then there was my mother and her mate, who was the son of Lennox and Galfrid. I never bothered to learn their names because I wasn't born the gender th
1635 - Age 23We had moved again, Thomas and I. We were in Paris, France now. I had learned 3 years ago that there was going to be no way for me to escape without help. I needed to find Bridget Bishop and could convince her to help me. Bridget was the key to many of Thomas's victims' freedom, but she still wasn't born yet; I would have to find one of the in-color people from the visions I've had of her.I looked in the mirror and starred at the cuts that covered my skin. Some were old and healing but then there were the new ones, the ones I received last night for trying to help one of the new girls that Thomas had brought in. I knew she was here against her will.The men had decided they wanted to have their 'fun' with the young girl. Those five men were my first kills, and I relished in the taste of their blood, their flesh, their hearts. It was the only time I had never done the ritual before eating hearts.I felt a sharp grip on my fa
Originally I hadn't planned on bringing Louis into this, with Edward and I but he was the only one of us who wasn't either an Incubus and Succubus. He was the only one who could lie and no one would question it. With the way we held this ball it would be easy for us to slip her away, especially with the amount of Incubi and Succubi, we had to sneak in to hide as servants.When I went looking for her, I didn't expect that she would know who I was right away. Edward had only told us so much about the young girl, he met when she was still just a child. I was able to get her to join me outside, where Edward was waiting."Hello again, Beau." He said, removing his mask."Beverly." She said, with wide eyes before she hugged him in an unlady like manner.Poor girl. What did Mills do to her?"What is with the name Beverly?" I asked, with a frown."It was the town I was born in." Edward explained, as he wrapped a protective arm around her, once she mo
1703 - (Marlowe Age 176)After years of searching I found the place mentioned in the letter I recieved 3 years ago. Though the letter was meant for someone else, there was a note saying that if someone else were to receive the letter to go to the place mentioned. The persons name was Beau and that was all I knew. Now I knew Beau to be a male name but I was not expecting to see a woman at the small cottage. She was just in the garden, working. She looked my way as I approached on my horse."Get off the horse, the Sprites will take care of her." She said, as she went back to pulling stuff out of the ground.I listened and sure enough Sprites led my horse away."I received a letter meant for an Edward Bishop," I told her. "Are you Beau Oaklee?"She got to her feet and nodded."My real name is Hecate Oadham, but I have disassociated myself from my family so I came up with a new name. I find that Beau fits me well."And it
1703 (Beau Age 91) After the whole fiasco from the ball Edward and I had travelled across the world, helping others like me, who needed an escape. We both had killed many people and I got to eat many hearts. We did that until we met Bridget Bishop. She was perfect for Edward, they were mates and then Bridget had to fake her death, when they accused her of witchcraft. I guess it was true. Though Banshees were harbingers of death, they also were skilled Witches, but she was a good one. Edward was still in Salem, pretending to be human, but he had aquired a white cat, who was really Bridget but the town loved her in this form, because she wasn't a black cat and that they didn't know she was Bridget. Marlowe and I were in Blackbeards cabin, talking with him about possible places to go, when I got a vision. "North Carolina 13 years from now, Teach and Marlowe" I said, looking at them. "Until then we just sail wherever, doing whatever. Remember onl
1723When I had gotten the letter from a M. Higgins that Thomas had taken Beau again, I knew I had to track down where Bridget and Edward Bishop were located. Edward was the only one I knew of that could handle her when she went into a bloodlust state after not being fed for too long.I had found myself in Spain, after years of tracking and getting help from other demons who owed me favors. It also got me thinking on why Thomas was so insistent on keeping Beau with him. There had to be something more than just her being able to turn into a dog and being a conduit for the Fates. Something that she wouldn't tell anyone.I read through letters from her and everyone I knew associated with her; I couldn't find anything. What was she hiding? When I arrived at the Inn, I saw Edward and Bridget, arguing with another man. They stopped when I walked over."Anne Benavente," Bridget greeted, bowing her head. "What brings you all the way out here to S
1734Thomas had been careful not to leave any marks on my face, marks that couldn't be explained. He wanted me to look perfect, so no one would suspect that he was the one taking their children, wives, husbands, friends. We were in Spain, I knew my friends were here but I couldn't let them know that. Not when they were sending in a man who did everything to help his people. So I convinced him to lie to them and I made sure no dream walker could access his or my dreams.Arung had somehow earned Thomas's trust, so now he was my guard to make sure I stayed out of trouble and did as I was told. He got messages to Teach's crew for me. They were the only ones I trusted with my actual location. Yes I trusted the others but if they came for me right now, they would be killed.Arung and I had been sent to scout for more victims, but having not eaten for years was making me weak and lethargic. I must have not been paying attention because Arung was shakin
1734 I looked down at the knife protruding from my chest. He stabbed me, he actually stabbed me. He never went this far. "Why?" I whispered, as I cried. "Why would you do this?" He didn't answer just twisted the knife, before ripping it out. "You ever sneak food again, and I will kill you!" He snarled, before he looked at the disguised clones with interest. "You did good for once." He said, a look of approval on his face. As he led the clones away, they all gave me reassured pats on my arm, before I lost sight of them, and then I fell to the ground from the blood loss. If no one got to me in time I really would die. I was bleeding out too much. I lost consciousness and when I woke up it was to one of Thomas's workers using magic. He stopped when he saw I was awake. "D-d- "I won't tell him," I interrupted, as he helped me sit up in the bed. "What's your name?" "Percival Pott, Ms. Oadham." He said, noddin