All Chapters of Her True Mate: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Druida P.O.V. The forest is quiet and calm as I gather herbs and berries around the campsite. I needed to get outside after Silvan ordered us to talk yesterday morning. The things he was told made him insufferable to be around, and the place felt like one was suffocating even while being outside. So I told him I was going on a forest trip, and if he wanted anything he could send someone in here to get me. I still can’t believe he didn’t notice the decrease in power after his parents took his title and disowned him, but I guess he is so full of himself, he never even questioned his almightyness. Well, let’s just say I send a message to Maddie, a warning to be exact. Silvan is on the warpath against his parents and his brother, who allegedly came home and reconciled with them. I’m picking up mushrooms when the bush behind me rustles, but I keep doing what I’m doing, pretending I haven’t noticed anything. Footsteps in the forest ground halts for a split second, I fish out my knife, s

Lucas P.O.V.I have been in the camp for two weeks now, observing, training and gathering information for my parents. It’s draining to suppress my vampire aura all the time, but I have to if I don’t want Silvan to know who I really am. I need him to keep thinking I’m Kennock of the North and not Crown Prince Lucas. I’m also completely hiding my wolf aura and scent, because I know he will probably connect the dots. Ulric, my wolf, is growing restless and wants to be let out more, but I can’t risk it and for the most part he understands my dilemma. Then I have the annoyance called Jessica to worry about as well. She twirls around my brother like a snake close to his heart, all the while she flirts with all his men, myself included. I try to keep a balance of showing her enough interest that she’ll keep coming to me with various complaints, flirts and information and not enough to encourage her to pursue me more. Silvan keeps me under constant watch from his men, so it’s a delicate situ

Druida P.O.V. The moon is on its highest when we reach the point where I can teleport us past the Iron Mountain pack and into the lands of the vampires. I need to be precise to land on the Royal coven’s grounds and not some ambitious High Lords. Kennock has been quietly following me since we departed from Silvan’s encampment keeping his disguise up, seemingly in a brown study of deep thoughts. I’ve let him be and let my inner protections walls down, welcoming the voices of all my animal friends guiding me free of three ambushes so far. Jessica seriously means business, but she has no idea I have my mother’s magical bonds with animals, and they were the ones who warned me about her schemes and plans. Stupid of her keeping them laying about on her writing desk, but I hope she doesn’t learn right away, so they can keep spying on her. Freya also caught me before I had to meet with Silvan to warn me about what Jessica told her. She is keeping her end of our deal, and instead of the poss

Elder Richard P.O.V.“... investigate it further, but the news so far is quite disturbing, and I dread what they find when they dig deeper, but we need all the evidence we can get.” Dorian says on the other end of the line. I tap my chin, deep in thought. “Does he suspect we’re looking into him?” “Nothing so far as I can see. I still keep bumping into him all over the Council Compound.” I nod, although Dorian can’t see me. “We need to be discreet with this if we want to catch him and whoever he is working with.” “I know, which is why it’s taking time. I had hoped we already had him in custody, but my men say the same thing as you; they have to be extremely careful about how they go about this. He can’t suspect them, or me.” I’m about to answer when someone knocks on my door. I frown because Balder and Lillie know I'm at this meeting, and it’s important, so they wouldn’t interrupt unless it’s absolutely necessary. It could be one of the kids, but they also know I have an importan

Druida P.O.V. The next morning I don’t even manage to get out of my room before someone is knocking insistently. I wave my hand, making it open without having to interrupt what I’m doing. Outside Freya is wringing her hands, and almost stepping one foot over the other. “Goodmorning wicca. Come in.” She steps in, and I wave my hand to the door again, sending a small invisible fire along the edges of the doorframe, the windows and garden door, to block eavesdroppers. “What can I do for you?” I ask, braiding my hair while keeping an eye on her in the mirror. “I.. Did you have a good travel?” She asks, fishing out a piece of heavy parchment. I raise an eyebrow, turning to take the dense paper from her hands. “You can speak freely, Freya. I am protecting this room from outside snoopers.” She sighs with relief, nodding. “Where on earth did you find this kind of parchment?” I open the fold, reading it over while she explains that she found it in Jessica's workroom. It’s filled with all