My heart was beating faster than normal at the thought that Dane had been in mortal danger and Hekate; my mother, had to intervene and the children had witnessed it. The fear clouded my thoughts and feelings, drowning the emotions geared from meeting my birth mother for the first time. So many things were happening at the same time. I took a quick glance at the entrance Hekate had walked through a moment before with my children as if it was the most natural thing in the world, and not that she had just brought my children back from Mount Olympus. I swallowed, conjuring her image in my mind, and thought she looked quite stunning. And it almost seemed as if I was looking at my own reflection. I felt really charged when she hugged me as if she was passing energy through the very core of my being. Dane making love to me earlier had renewed my strength that had been drained by the ordeal with that bitch; Isidora. But Hekate holding me made me feel even more whole with my skin ting
The scene before me was impressive. Saraya has succeeded in buying time and protecting Jared, Sarafina, and the pack gammas. I saw the Lycans we rescued from the human realms were in the mix with Hauser and Kahn. The number of enemies beyond the veil was vast with Vrionis atop a fire-breathing dragon, billowing fire against the shield. And I could see he had replaced his severed hand with a mechanical one.I took a side glance at the guardians in silent inquiry. Anastasios Martas' eyes were swirling with anger. "One of yours?" I asked, gesturing to the dragon. "Mine," one of the newly freed guardians answered from the back. "We may never get him back. He has that damn contraption around his neck!" Anastasios Martas growled. "That thing killed my beast, I can't wait to get my hand on that little shit!" Anastasios Martas snarled. "You all have to be careful, we can't tell what else he has up his sleeves," Evanore said. I nodded. Saraya and Evanore hurried forward to help Sarafina.
I watched as a legion of wolves and Lycans milled to one side, about half of Vrionis armies, but the rest plus the ones with the neck bracelets did not stop. They started to rush forward towards us. Anastasios Martas howled and the guardians swept in after them. "If you are with me, stand to the far right!" Bertulf yelled, "and let the grounds drink the blood of traitors!" Vrionis half-shifted as he got closer to us. Bertulf did the same. And the difference between their beasts made me understand better the possible source of Vrionis' hatred. Bertulf was not a wolf but a mixed-breed Lycan. "Don't die," I told him. "He is no match for me," he growled back. "He didn't have a mechanical arm then, he does now," I warned and turned my back for just a second thinking to cut off the weight holding the balloon steady, so it could float up unrestrained. And from the corner of my eye, I saw Vrionis leap, landing in front of his half-brother, the two circle each other before leapi
"Are you going to kill me? You gutless fool!" Vrionis taunted Bertulf as he came to stand by his side. "No. I have exactly what I wanted. You, groveling at my feet, knowing you are about to die,' Bertulf replied. Vrionis snarled and even with one arm gone and his face bloodied with deep gashes on his left cheek, he made to lunge at Bertulf but Raedwulf Lykaon raised his right booted feet and crushed his head. Alora, Evanore, and I flinched and looked away. Reaching out to wrap her fingers around my wrist and Alora's, Evanore whispered, "We should leave the men to finish this up." "Yes!" Alora effused with eyes shielded with her other hand. I gestured to Sarafina to join us as Evanore drew us away from the scene and we found our way through dead bodies and to our side of the border. I didn't look back until we were on our side. And when I did, I only looked upward, silently searching for my husband for the second time in hours. "You can go home, Luna, this might take a w
Leaving Saraya sleeping on the bed, I left the room with the intent to parade the pack grounds, the poor thing was tired. It's been quite a day. Wondering if anyone took up Evanore's offer or if Anastasios Martas had snatched his mate away as I did mine. My lips stretched in a smile and I took a deep breath, allowing that familiar feeling of contentment to settle over me. I swore it's been a while. The thought of Zeus still unnerved me whenever he came to mind but I figured I would be able to weather whatever plan he is cooking up as long as I have my family. The sight of the foyer being completely empty made me chuckle. I strode towards the kitchen and sniffed, my strides faltered as I thought about whether to go in or let the two be. Out of curiosity, I proceeded and pushed the door open. Bertulf was sitting on one of the tall stands by the kitchen workable and Ana; his mate, was serving him some steaks. The two looked in my direction when I peered in. "I wasn't expecting to s
Dead, winged creatures and crows – lots and lots of crows, dropped from the heavens like flies. My heart lunged into the wall of my chest as I watched from the kitchen window. "This can't be good," I muttered. The first thing that drew my attention from my comfy couch a moment before was the unusual clap of thunder and the over-bright lightning, flashing in the sky and illuminating the grounds as clear as day. It was quite awe-inspiring and um... frightening. And that was saying something for a powerful witch like me. But right now, I wasn't thinking as a witch, but as a lone woman in her home up a mountain in solitude. I couldn't be certain, but I thought I saw a massively built half-man, half-beast far bigger and taller than a giant. He had two horns, springing from his head, and was riding a pegasus, a four-winged horse. He held a thunderbolt, waging it like a sword and descending mightily into the woods. And then another one rushed after it. "Wait, what?! Great! Just what I
Gaining consciousness, I let out a sigh. The familiar feeling of hollowness gnawed at me inside. I knew that feeling very well. I knew what it meant. I was not engulfed in an unusually warm embrace nor were there any signs of me being anywhere near any woods, a cabin on a mountaintop nor were there impossibly tall creatures riding a fucking four winged horses, least of all crows. It was just a strange dream I had had countless times. I supposed one of the demerits of having an overactive imagination. And as a student of literature and an avid reader with a dream of becoming a writer one day that was understandable --- weird but understandable. A quiet groan escaped my lips. My head was pounding as if it was going to explode and I forced my eyelids open, slowly coming into cognisance of my surroundings. I was in motion and in the back seat of a moving … um car? A confused frown furrowed my eyebrows. A forceful tug of my legs made me lower my eyes to my thighs. I found a tan male han
I jerked my eyes in his direction and saw his two hands were askew. I covered my mouth to silence a gasp, lifting my eyes up, I let them trail up the stranger's tall, big frame, but his face was not visible. He wore a black hooded jacket over black leather pants. The hoodie was pulled over his head, concealing his face and the shrouded alley was an added advantage. He proceeded to be completely brutal to Gab. I couldn’t help feeling sorry for him even though he was a complete scumbag. After breaking his wrist, he held his open palm over Gab’s mouth and stepped on his right knee with his booted foot, pressing hard until Gab passed out. And then he slapped him awake. Gab thrashed weakly on the cold floor. The show of brutal force made me crouch down in fear, wrapping my arms around myself. The stranger stood up, drawing back from Gab. One other of the men appeared at the start of the alley, evidently curious as to what his buddy was up to. Perhaps to see if he was done fucking me –