At Esther’s new residence:“Come on! Give me your best shot, mage!” The words were all scrambled coming from the vampirish Lekan, and Freya clucked her teeth in disgust. She hated fighting vampires. Without much ado, she released a bout of freezing air, and darts of ice to the vampire that is Lekan, knowing that these species hated extreme temperatures; extreme heat, extreme cold. She watched, more of analyzing, than jubilating, when Leekan gnashed his leftover blackened teeth which were crawling with maggots. He really took up the whole features; a complete shift. Freya noted it somewhere in her mind to let Aiden and the others know. She wondered where the maggots would go when he shifted back to his normal self. Do they stay in his belly? She shuddered at the insane thought, but she wouldn’t put anything past science and magic. Obviously, there was the work of a mage in this, but she didn’t think that it was Leonarya. Yes, her false mother was a black magician, but there were lev

Curtis restricted and reformed the outburst of his emotions to that which would look like he wasn’t working with the Blue Moon’s pack. He allowed his face to contort in slight fury and then curiosity, in just the right amounts that would propel his father to explain himself, and not doubt that he was still on the latter side. “I know. I know that you are angry. But I had my reasons. The alliance is just for the good of the pack.” Just like you had when you had caused our separation from Uncle Peter? Then, Curtis had been actually happy for the separation, happy to be away from his perfect cousin. Although he had wished for less bloodshed, he had aligned with his father’s statement then; that peace usually came after a war. And for some years he had been living with that delusion until now. Until he discovered that his father was just a power hungry ruler. Yet he piqued his right eyebrow, in a way that suggested that he was ready to listen. He was actually curious to see what his