Before her mother was able to leave the room, a white light appeared between them. A woman stood in the center as the light dimmed. For a moment she believed her to be the woman she spoke to in the forest but quickly realized the two only slightly resembled one another. Sisters perhaps.Her mother quickly bowed at the sight of her. Was this the Sacred One she has been told about? Eerie timing if it was."Who are you?""Have you not been explaining things to her?" The glowing woman turned towards her mother who was a little surprised by the question."The past few days have been uncharacteristically eventful for her. A lot to explain in two days, especially with her being unconscious for most of the weekend.""Well, she is awake now, you sho-""None of this answers my question," Genevieve interrupted. Annoyed at what was happening in front o

Gavril's POVA Cosantóir?The four of them having these abilities means they weren't being protected, but protecting someone else. Or being trained to.They were all under twenty-five at the time, so they would still be learning.Which means their parents were protecting someone.The werewolves' domain was hidden in a corner from all the other factions in the Constellation. With such sensitive senses, they prefer to be as far away from everyone as possible. Spending all day tracking others takes a toll after a while.Most don't like coming here. The wolves don't exactly have a hierarchy or someone considered to be in charge. All decisions are made collectively. Meaning nobody can be bought or bribed into doing something against their code.The Sacred One had never liked the wolves. Called them inconsistent and unclean. In the years he had been fighting beside them he had learned the behavi

Ambrose's POVAmbrose stepped into the small bathroom to make the call. A little unsure how the conversation would go once he got the message. The man may be their brother, but he has his own safety to worry about."What do you need, Ambrose?""I didn't expect you to pick up.""Well, you caught me at a good time.""Genevieve and Saber are looking for help outside of the Constellation. Something is going on and they aren't sure who to trust with whatever the information is. I told them I can ask you but not to get their hopes up.""You think I won't want to help my brother and sister?""More that you may not be safe doing so. The two of them have only been a part of this world since Friday. If they are already worried about their safety they wouldn't be the only ones in danger. I informed Gavril you are alive.""Figured you would tell someone eventually.""R

Focusing on Alyssa, he caught the color fading from her face as her sight fixed just below his left shoulder. Glancing down he realized the heat was coming from his sister. Her normally green eyes glowed slightly red. Anger built up on her face as she stared down her childhood friend."I'm pretty sure he asked a question. Don't try to tell me men coming towards me with cuffs is somehow none of my business," Genevieve spat as the temperature surrounding the twins continued to rise."Everyone wants the situation to go as smoothly as possible is all." Oliver didn't take his eyes off Saber as he answered the question."Treating me like a criminal is not the way to accomplish your goals. What other lies are we going to have to deal with going further?""Nothing else. Our orders were to have you contained before bringing you to the Sacred One." Oliver was lying and she didn't need her powers to see through his blank face."Here is the problem. I no longer believe a word spoken from your mou

“Now, since we have two new members, including the accused, I am going to go over the procedure for this meeting,” an unfamiliar man announced as he stood in front of them all. Everyone sat around a crescent moon table as the man stood facing them. Behind him was a massive plain oak chair. “Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Cadmus of the Aracar Dragons and our kin serve as an authority of law and unbiased middlemen in these meetings.” Did he say dragons? Saber didn’t look as surprised when she glanced his way. The man did stand at least eight and a half feet tall. Dressed in a long black overcoat and pants. A pop of color appeared only in the crimson dress shirt that matched the color of his eyes. Thick chestnut locks cut just below his chin that he frequently pushed out of his eyes. “First, the ruling member of the wronged will state their order of arrest. This statement includes the laws the accused is suspected of breaking, a detailed account of the incident, and a