Ziyah for the save. Some of you had wondered about what happened with the attack, so here was a little bit more insight.
JACKSON Aldan, Alpha of the Silver Creek pack, was someone that we had all dealt with over the years. I would not say that I was as close to him as Dante or Kade were because they had more direct contact with him than I did. We all knew the origin of how their fates had become entwined. Aldan’s wolf, Grant, was originally the wolf counterpart of the Alpha heir in Elle’s original pack. He was a sadistic piece of shit. Turned out that the Goddess fated Elle and the piece of shit together, but it was simply to set things in motion that brought Coverstone Council in and made it possible to protect all of the innocents of that pack. He rejected Elle, which in turn hurt his wolf. Grant chose to die to punish the piece of shit for everything he had done to Elle and others. Elle, however, asked the Goddess to give Grant a second chance with a powerful future Alpha so that he could have the life he was destined to. That way, he could also have a mate like he deserved. The mate bit was why
JACKSON He set his drink on the table and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. “That was not exactly easy to explain.” He shook his head. “Luna Elle said that I could share whatever I felt would help regarding her story.” Kade flicked a ball of paper at him, landing directly between his eyes. Score! “Elle, Kade, Dante, Ziyah, Jackson, Imeela. We’ve known each other long enough that you’ve earned the dropping our titles bit. You’re an Alpha, Aldan, and an honorable one at that. So, please, for the love of everything on this planet, use our fucking names.” Aldan cracked his neck to relieve the tension there. He nodded slowly. I got it and understood it. He was a pup when he met Elle and Kade, so the titles were ingrained within him. However, he was certainly close to us all and should feel free to drop the formalities. “Anyways, I tried explaining, but I was making a mess of things, so Grant took over. He explained how shitty Eric was and how he hated him with every fiber
IMEELA This was not our first rodeo or even twentieth. There was a method to the madness. First, our adorable Hellhounds would flash around the room, collecting the innocents and moving them into a safe space. A couple of our guards would protect them at all costs. Second, we would disarm and apprehend the assholes. They would be brought to submission one way or another. Our people were more than happy to force that submission painfully if need be. Third, they would be taken to Carceris Doloris and booked. That included a very painful booking process that stripped them of all connections from the outside world while they were being detained for trial. The room had erupted in chaos, but we did not have to worry about anyone trying to escape because we had a perimeter blocker in place. It worked just like Brynn’s tether did to Loki back in the day. It made it so that he could not escape that room. They could not escape here even if it was through a gift or portal. Jackson and I wor
JACKSON When I was a teenager, my father had told me something that stuck with me all of these years. ‘There is nothing that I wouldn’t do to protect your mother. If I failed to protect her then there was nothing that I wouldn’t do to ensure that it didn’t happen again.’ Often times, I thought how foretelling it was that I met Imeela in the midst of a fight for survival. She was brave, strong, and fierce. Those three qualities never diminished at all but did become even more defined as the years flew by. There had been nine different attempts on her life, which included this one as well. Each time, however, filled me with even more fury. My mate was the kindest person you would ever meet. She genuinely cared for everyone who was not a fucking douchebag. She wanted nothing more than to see people thrive. Her enemies felt that was the weakness that they could exploit. How very wrong they were. On the contrary, the care that she exhibited towards others was what would make her fight u
IMEELA I had been filled in on what we had missed at Nightshade when we went to capture Cezar, and it was rough. Ziyah had previously had a vision where a woman was strung up and held prisoner. It was narrowed down to either Brynn or Elle since the asshole wanted the complaints against him erased from the Supernatural Council’s database. While we were gone, she had another vision that showed Elle being that woman. However, the Goddess of Fate showed her how to save Elle. It was to glamour herself as Elle and fall into the trap they had set. Apparently, the torture would kill a wolf but not Fae. Being shot by Cezar actually gave me a great idea for additional protection. Implanting capsules of my blood that would break apart if it was necessary. Precoza blood was far more potent than typical vampire blood. This could provide her with an extra layer of security. My idea was ran by Nightshade’s Gabriel who was the lead inventor of their weapon’s division. He had created similar ideas
JACKSON I was lying in wait for Imeela to come into our bedroom. Juggling responsibilities, family life, and everything else that was on our plates left us needing to find time that we could sneak for ourselves. Despite everything on our shoulders, our mateship was solid. We took time each and every day to ensure that we showed our love for each other. She and Zeus went on runs nearly every night as well. I had heard all about the mate-bond growing up, but I never truly understood it until I experienced it for myself. Imeela was more than just half of my soul because it felt like she was all of it. She was the light to my dark and the hope to my despair. Was that cheesy? Perhaps, but it did not make it any less true. The door creaked open, halting my inner monologue. In she walked with her nose buried in a book. She had a thing for steamy supernatural romances. It was not surprising that most got everything wrong, but there were some authors who were supernaturals that got it righ
IMEELAWe had been worried about getting pregnant after we lost our angel because we carried around so much guilt over it. We were afraid of something happening all over again that would take away another child. The guilt drowned us for quite some time.Cyrus had been a blessing in disguise because he made us realize that we had allowed that fear and guilt to rule our lives and take away the joys of expanding our family. We decided that we would never allow the what-ifs to dictate our lives ever again because the truth of the matter was that they would always be there. A million different threats could loom over us at any given time. We could not live underneath that crushing weight.I was completely taken aback when the bloodwork showed that I was pregnant. It should not have been possible with how young Cyrus was. Vampire pregnancies were spaced further apart with each time. That was just how our species worked.Cali was with me earlier and let me in on a little fun fact. Precozas di
IMEELA I still could not get the latest meeting at Nightshade out of my head. There was so much that we learned. Essentially, there had been a covert mission where Ziyah had to glamour herself as Elle, knowing that she would be abducted and potentially tortured. The Goddess of Fate had shared with her that it was the only way to save Elle because it would be lethal to a shifter but not Fae. It was explained that the cuffs that had been used on her was infused with black magic and were meant to kill the wolf spirit before slowly killing the human side. The fucked-up man behind it all was Alpha Cameron of the Forest Trails pack out there in South Carolina. Dahlia worked her magic and hacked into his shit. That was when she found a direct link between him and Slide-X. The Council had been trying to track them so that we could shut them the fuck down, but we had never been able to find a credible trace until now. They were an entity that had a corner market in both supernatural organ