Pamela was kidnapped. Mystery guy claiming to be Hana’s bio dad was sired by Azer.
Everything happened so fast. I opened the front door expecting Aidan, Isak, and Albert but instead found some douchebag claiming he was my biological father. I do not know how true that was. Frankly, I didn’t care. Whoever the sperm donor was, that’s all he ever was and will be to me. I have a dad. And that’s the one that launched himself at this self-proclaimed sperm donor mid-shift. That first snarl brought everyone running to see what was going on. Thankfully, someone was smart enough to tell the guards to stay in the dining room with the little ones while we ranked members stayed put. I don’t know why Uncle John, Charles, and Silvercloud tried to stop Dad. Silvercloud’s logic was about the only one I was willing to consider. I didn’t care why the bastard was at our door. So, I encouraged Dad right alongside Aurelia. That was until my stooges teleported in, and Isak got the ‘bright’ idea to interfere by teleporting Dad off the scumbag. My brain made a switch from cheering Dad on
It stung that Hana didn’t trust our knowledge of the Order and its headquarters. I’ll get over it because she’s right. If they had half a brain between them, they’d have made changes the moment Isak and Albert got me out of there. We couldn’t fully rely on our insider knowledge. I’m unsure what Silvercloud or his mate would turn up. The Order is very thorough in hiding their tracks. Getting Pamela back safely was the priority. We couldn’t leave anything to chance. It wasn’t surprising that the Order sent a lackey to Bloodmoon. They’d want to get their message to us and Hana. I never would’ve considered how tangled this web was that Kyou Miyazaki, a glorified errand boy in the Order, would also be Hana’s sperm donor. I refused to even think of him as anything else. He’s done even less for Hana than mine, or Albert’s fathers ever did. At least they were somewhat around. Kyou proved he knew nothing about Hana with every syllable he spoke. I don’t know what he expected showing his face
They were right. That scumbag showing up at my door changed nothing. Kyou was nothing to me before and will continue to be nothing to me. I don’t need to know or understand what my mom saw in him. Whatever it was, it was a carefully crafted facade intended to trick her into thinking he was someone he wasn’t. My mom found better, and even if it was too brief, she had a man who loved her unconditionally and has continued to love me unconditionally as his own. He doesn’t deserve any more of my time. The most I will worry about regarding him is ensuring his three children never become like him and are kept out of the supernatural world. Now, it was time to prepare for war. War may sound intense to get one person back, but the Order has proven they needed to be shut down. Taking Pamela was just the straw that broke the camel’s back. “Let’s head downstairs. We can turn the dining room into a war room. It’s the only place big enough to use anyway. Everyone should be done eating by now, a
I always thought the keeping werewolves out of the Order bit was strictly speciesism and just a general rule, not something so literally enforced. I know it put a massive damper and hole in Logan’s plans. He wanted to be in this fight. It wasn’t for our sake. And while I’m sure his drive for justice wanted to rescue Pamela, he wanted to be heavily involved for Hana. He knew his daughter could handle things, but that didn’t make him less willing to be hands-off in this fight. This new information made us pivot and change our plan quickly. Sarael, Khalid, and Dani must be enough backup to ease his mind. However, if Dani and I were to be useful in this fight, we needed to act soon. We’re three hours behind the Order and quickly lose time to act and get help from vampires. Dani and I would be fine if we got inside before sunrise, but we couldn’t risk being there too close to sunrise. “What else does that schematic tell us we don’t already know?” I pointed to the 3D model of the build
There was no point in trying to deter Albert or my dad from going down to the cells. I’d told them they could do what they wanted to Kyou. I couldn’t and wouldn’t take that back. It’s not much consolation, but Dad can take his anger out on Kyou. His disappointment and frustration at learning he wouldn’t be able to join the fight was palpable. “What did we miss?” Uncle John asked, pulling a chair out for Sarael. “That no wolves can go.” Aurelia frowned. “What do you mean? Why not?” Uncle John asked. “This…” Silvercloud said, pulling up the 3D model of the building again to display the angelic symbols. “Angel boy there…” He pointed at Isak. “His name is Isak, and he’s centuries older than you. Let’s use his name and not refer to him or any of them as ‘boys.’” I rolled my eyes. “Fine.” Silvercloud held his hands up in surrender. “Isak said these are angelic symbols that create a barrier to keep werewolves out. In this configuration, it would even keep out a quarter breed.” “Interes
Two hours wasn’t enough time to get everything ready to take on the Order. While Hana left with Sarael and Khalid to gather as much hunting gear as they could, the rest of us reviewed the security beyond the alarms the Order had. Some things could have been upgraded or changed quickly since we resigned, but I doubt much changed. It wasn’t easy to strategize without knowing who Malcolm and Harris would bring from the fraternity. Caleb, Mariana, and Agustín arrived twenty minutes after Dani texted them, and we had them filled in on the plans by the time Hana and the others returned with arms full of weapons. Hana and Sarael had both changed to more appropriate battle attire. While Hana was lovely in the sweater dress she’d been wearing when we arrived, it wouldn’t have been suitable for storming the Order. Hana was dressed like a true hunter, and it was hot. Black combat boots that I assumed had hidden blades in the toe and heel, black tactical pants that had hidden pockets to store
Aiming for the cigar instead of his head was a split-second decision. And that split second was a brief recognition of a slightly older and fuller-faced version of Isak. They had the same eyes and general facial features. It took me momentarily off guard to be face-to-face with Isak’s father. I knew from talking to Isak that he had a good relationship with almost all his family. The only exception is the self-made black sheep of the Espensen family, Englebert, or Bert, as Isak called him. Isak was the only one of my mates with whom I had a good family relationship, and I don’t want to destroy that. However, if Jerahmeel stands between us and Pamela, I will choose her. All I could do was hope that Jerahmeel thinks as highly of and loves his son as much as Isak does him. Judging from Harris’ reaction, this was the first time he met his paternal grandfather, and I don’t want to speculate on how that may reflect on Jerahmeel. “Eliezer called me in. He claimed you had gone rogue and was
Jerahmeel being in his office was a surprise. Despite knowing Isak retained a good relationship with his dad, I was still unsure where Jerahmeel’s loyalties would fall. So yeah, I was surprised when he sent all the angels away. It wasn’t exactly him taking our side, but it wasn’t him siding with Scorcha and the other two morons. I’d take the win. I didn’t even care that Jerahmeel looked down on me and Albert. He’s always thought being our friend was the worst decision of Isak’s life. However, if he is going to stir up shit about Hana, I’ll rip his fucking wings off and shove them up his ass. I wasn’t, however, surprised that the remaining demons and vampires on the first floor had no clue there was a human hostage. I didn’t need to know what rubbish my mother and the others fed them. I have an active enough imagination to draw my conclusions. No, that imagination isn’t solely reserved for all the deliciously filthy and erotic things I want to do to Hana. That’s just its current prim