“Daaad! It’s not like that!” Marian pressed, stomping her foot like a child as she held her father’s hands in both of hers.
Corien smiled at his only surviving child.
“After you left, I tried to talk to you many times. But you cut me off eight months ago. You cut me off, Marian…Do you still hate me?” he asked quietly, almost apprehensively.
“No, Dad, I never did...” she replied gently.
“But you went away –” he pressed.
“I went away because Dorien rejected me,” she pushed back, not meeting her father’s eyes.
“We just lost a battle, Minnie –” he stated softly, searching her face.
“But I knew him before that! I knew him for YEARS before that! I thought we were–” she threw back at her father, her words running out of her mouth.
“We just lost. His father –” Alpha Corien continued, unperturbed, remaining calm and steady before the force that was his daughter.
“ADOPTED father!” she spat, the bile rising in her stomach.
By the goddess, how I hate that man! She screamed in her mind, and Dinka snarled, barring her fangs.
Corien resumed speaking, gently, coxing his daughter, “His father would not have allowed you anywhere close to him –” he stated, his wolf purring, making the raised fur on Dinka’s back slowly fall and smoothen out.
“’Cos YOU are enough, right?!” Marian snapped. Her voice was sharper than she had intended, but it showed her real feelings.
Feelings she refused to give voice to.
Feelings her father knew were there, knew because she was his child and therefore he could feel her emotions and thoughts far easier than any others could.
And…their blood bond was rich, richer than any other ordinary werewolf family’s.
Even when she had cut the link with him when she fled earlier that year, he had been able to repair it by himself, without her acceptance or consent.
He was special. He had been raised different from most wolves and had gifts that were…unique; but no one spoke openly about this.
He had fixed the link even with the distance between them. Fixed it, and fixed her, as best as he could, as best as she would allow.
She was his pup after all, and though she did not have his powers, she had some sliver of it, deep down, and was therefore able to resist him to a small degree.
She plopped down on the grass, folding her legs in the lotus position.
He sat across from her, gazing at his angry pup.
“I’m not a pup, Dad! I’m twenty on New Year’s Day!” she shot at him, glancing sideways at him and then turning away, folding her arms tightly across her chest.
Corien had not spoken out. He had thought it in his mind and she had felt it. The link between them was now stronger than it had ever been.
Her father smiled sadly, saying nothing. He was coaxing her, calming her in the mind space. It was what he always did when she pouted.
Once her hot anger had simmered to a low smolder, he spoke with his own voice, “Okay. Tell me. What happened?” he asked, his voice steady.
She sighed and gazed up at her father. She told him everything, her voice low, as she didn’t want anyone to overhear their conversation.
How had he lost to an ordinary Alpha? She mused as she spoke to him; even though she knew the answer.
Alpha Dax!
That bastard! Marian’s mind drifted to him again, even as she was talking to her father.
She recalled the loss she and her father experienced almost four years ago to this date.
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Marian saw her father covered in blood, holding her mother’s limp body. His eyes were wide, his face pale. He was in his human form.
An internal pack war was being fought and at the end of that devastating battle, her father was on his knees, holding his dead mate.
Marian had been less than six feet away, staring at her mother lying in her father’s arms as he rocked her, his tan, ripped body smeared with the evidence of the vicious fight that was coming to an end after four long hours of battle.
She clawed at the ground, causing blood to flow from her already bleeding hand. She wanted to go to her mother’s side, but her wounded body would not move.
The wolf that had launched this attack, this mutiny on her family, to take over from her father, a man she called ‘uncle’ all her life, up to just yesterday, Dax Garrant, stalked behind her father.
Dax, in wolf form, held his front left wolf claw under her father’s throat as he rocked his dead wife, whose hand was holding onto her equally dead son, Marian’s younger brother, twelve years old at the time.
“Yield!” Uncle, Traitor Dax had growled in his human voice as his men drew closer to the mourning Alpha, Marian’s father.
“Yield, Corien!” Dax snarled, sliding closer to her father.
When Alpha Corien did not respond, Dax leaned in and whispered something to him in the mind space. No one heard what he said, but Marian did, through the bond she shared with her father.
Through her father’s shattered consciousness, Dax’s words had bled into her head. Only her, no one else.
She was Corien’s blood relative, and they shared a familial bond, and…she was the only one alive.
She was not meant to hear it. Those words were not for her ears.
Marian gasped, and her ‘uncle’s’ eyes snapped to her. His wolf’s hackles rising.
He sensed that she had heard him, and he narrowed his eyes at her, his wolf growling as he stared at her with black eyes.
His wolf snarled. Dax growled loudly, his gaze on Marian.
As if coming from a far distance, they both heard her father whisper defeatedly, “I yield.”
Her father bowed his head and she felt the connection to him snap.
Marian wanted to call out to him, to say something, anything, for him to hold on to her, but she couldn’t. She was injured and was barely able to keep herself from lying flat on the ground.
Her stomach was ripped, and her left shoulder was torn.
She glared at her so-called uncle and spat in their mind space, “Disgraceful –”
But he did not let her finish. He rushed at her, poised to rip her head off like he had done to many wolves during the fight, but her father had moved faster than anyone could have thought possible in his broken state.
He placed the extended claw of his right hand under Dax’s throat as he stood naked behind Dax’s wolf, Bentax.
“Do it. Do it and see if your daughter will live to see the sun, rise beyond the horizon this day.” Dax’s wolf, Bentax growled at her father, his black eyes on Marian.
“Do it, Corien! Let me kill her. I want to kill her. Dax is holding me back. Your claws can only wound me, not stop me. DO IT!” Bentax growled baring his sharp wolf teeth.
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Two days before the attack on Bloodrayne, the night of the twenty-seventh, Alpha Tobias had received the update from his Head of the Runners, Tanner, about Lightmoon’s closed border.Tanner had also hesitantly informed him, and his son, Misha, the pack Successor, of the gossip concerning a purported rabid wolf with red eyes who had issued an Alpha Cry.At this point in his man’s report, Alpha Tobias’ mind had gone to old legends.Tobias Drakin was the pack Alpha, not because he was a brute. Well, he had not remained pack Alpha because he was a brute.He was well-versed in ancient lore and had magic skills himself.He had spent a lot of his youth reading spell books and histories of various clans.In his adult years, he had targeted packs and clans with magic and historical knowledge, for his own pleasure of learning, and building up the resources within Bloodrayne on how to make his people stronger – be it by magics o
Dorien had been very clear in his mind about what he needed to achieve – Reyland, and Jackson, gone.He would not risk his woman, his father’s men, or their allies, who would become his allies when his turn came to lead Lightmoon.So, he had been careful in laying out his trap.He had set up runes at Bloodrayne’s borders, and along various routes, depending on what needed to be done, to lead Bloodrayne shifters wherever he needed them to go.He had also laid out a few extra, as cover for when the attack was launched, such that no one would be suspicious about any magic evidence after the fact.These runes had been marked or filled with his blood, as required, depending on the strength of the spell he needed to cast.They would lead the Bloodrayne shifters away from the war camp, nowhere near it, in fact, directing them in a general direction that could be used by any packs or clans, but would certainly lead to Reyland.
As Reyland swept out, Dorien watched him go.Then, he followed the four visitors at a distance, fully cloaking his presence.Once they were far enough from the campsite, the Noble heir activated his trap.==========The night before, after Dorien had left Reyland’s house, he had returned to the Alpha Mansion and finalized the plan he had kicked off earlier that day, in the early morning hours of Remembrance Day – after hiding in his father’s office and overhearing the discussion and fight between Alpha Dax and Alpha Corien.After his declaration to his older brother, Dorien knew Reyland would not sit still. One way or another, his wise, caring, considerate brother would do something to get to Marian.There were only two real possibilities; Reyland would send someone to Marian, or he would go to her himself.From everything he had seen and felt from both his brother and from Marian, earlier that day, when she had crus
Reyland knew exactly what Marian meant.From the moment she had stepped up to him, Reyland had stopped breathing.He stared down at her now.At his…Mary.Once again, as she had done almost every single day since Christmas Eve, she had shocked him, taken his breath away. Literarily.He shook his head slowly, placing his hands lightly on her toned arms, tearing his gaze away from her green eyes.They stood quietly holding each other's arms.“What am I to do with you?” Reyland croaked after a moment.Marian tilted her head to the side, a small smile on her lips.“What am I supposed to do?” he whispered, speaking to himself.Marian placed her hands gently at his bent elbows, his eyes drifted back to hers.“As long as you do it with me, Andy, I promise you, it won’t matter one bit,” she said hoarsely, “You can do anything you want, just let me be there with
Marian reminded herself of her special assignment. To work with Beta Brock to locate the pack Alpha, keep him occupied until Alpha Dax could arrive, and support the key players – Alpha Dax, Alpha Corien, Beta Brock, and Dax’s main bodyguards – in taking down the Alpha of Bloodrayne.And along the way, take out as many Bloodrayne warriors as possible.After that, she would head directly back to Lightmoon, back to Reyland.==========As Marian reflected on what lay before her, Reyland and his men were running through trees, grass, fields, and streams, heading toward the camp.Without stopping, they arrived at the campsite by past nine p.m.They entered by the edges, moving directly to the most isolated tent.Inside, Marian was seated cross-legged with her eyes closed.The four entered silently. Marian’s eyes opened.All four froze as the gold light in her eyes cleared.The two guards had fall
Reyland had never heard Jackson use so many words at the same time.Jackson smiled wryly, his arm falling to his side.“I normally keep my thoughts to myself. I know this. But that just means that I have a lot of thoughts, my prince, and plenty of time with which to organize them.”“As it stands right now, I may no longer have the luxury of time to keep my thoughts to myself.”“I am a warrior. My life is for my Alpha. You, my prince, were put under my care by my Alpha. Therefore, by extension, my life is yours. It has been from the beginning.”“Command me. There is no time,” he pressed finally.“Jackson,” Reyland breathed, “I don’t want you to die.”Jackson smiled, his soulful gaze on the young prince.“I assure you, my prince, I have taken many lives in my time; giving mine is not an issue. Blood and Honor,” Jackson stated astutely, watch