Here's the second portion of the Luna ceremony. I hope you enjoyed!
ZIYAH A notification from Dante’s phone had me blinking the sleep away from my eyes. A deep yawn escaped me. We had a long night celebrating together after the Luna ceremony. They had wanted to ensure that I was thoroughly worshipped for gifting them both something as incredible as a Soul Tether. At least, that was what they had said. Who was I to argue with that? “Who’s contacting you at three in the morning?” I asked him. “This isn’t anyone contacting me. Dahlia set it up so that any incoming communication to the Kellers would come to us instead as a precaution since they’re technically in hiding. We didn’t want any pertinent information to accidentally be released,” he explained to me. Dante’s brows furrowed in the most adorable way when he opened the message. I peeked over his shoulder and realized why. The message was in Greek. “It’s a coded message from Ashton,” I murmured, reading through it. “It’s pretty brilliant to send something in Greek because it’s not a widely known
ZIYAH Ashton was clearly expecting to see his sister, but we needed to ensure that he was on our side before we let that happen. We took a huge risk to rescue him, and I swore to all that it better not have been for nothing. “Tell the truth to all of my questions,” I cooed. “Why were you working with Blantay?” There were a couple types of magic that could protect the mind from the snar working, but luckily that was not an issue here because his pupils dilated. It was the telltale sign that the snar was taking hold. “She sought me out for my gift. I don’t know how she knew, but she did. I only worked with her because she threatened to harm my family. I did not believe her at first, but then she showed pictures of my family and how close she could get to them. Pictures that encompassed weeks.” It would have been possible that it was the Delmar that figured out his gift, but it was extremely concerning that she had pictures like she did. Someone would have needed to get close enough
DANTE I had never seen my mate respond to anyone like she did to the fucker that she had caught at Alpha Peter’s pack. Knowing that he had been one of her abusers while she was with the Darkies had Byron and me wanting to rip the heart from his chest. Not only did the fucker use her, but he had also been the one to sell Ashton out to Blantay. He was a waste of space, but ripping his throat out would not be justice because he deserved to suffer long and hard, day and night, until a time came when his body would eventually give out and die. We were about to leave to go home, but Ziyah said that there was one more thing that was necessary before we could do that. “Ashton, I don’t believe that you have any ill intentions. However, we can’t just sweep all of this under the rug. Bringing you into the pack is a risk that we’re willing to take, but there needs to be an assurance within all this. Do you know what a blood oath is?” she asked him. He slowly shook his head. Ziyah was treatin
ZIYAH I stood on our balcony and watched Dante sparring with Chris. They had trained together their entire lives. Sure, Dante had Alpha blood, but that was not always enough of an advantage. Anyone could learn compensation through honing their skills and abilities enough. Both guys had gotten some really good hits in. We were supposed to go down later to deal with Greg or whatever the fuck his name was. We needed to find out for certain if he had been an implant or if he had joined forces. Normally, one would think it would have to be the latter since it would be the only option that made sense time-wise. However, that logic did not account for the fact of seer abilities. My head started pounding as if there was an entire marching band in it. What the hell was going on? Belatedly, I realized that it was a vision. - Blantay knew that she was unable to infiltrate the packs in order to get to me. Saving Ashton was a neon sign that proved I had not died. No, she did not witness me sta
DANTE That information about those twin fuckers was the highlight of my day. Did I feel bad for laughing? Not one fucking bit. It served them right and was a consequence of taunting her. Apparently, that book had truly meant a lot to her for her to beat the shit out of people for it. Then I could not help but smile, knowing that she loved my nephews enough to part with it. That really meant a lot to me. The group that came in with Theo was fairly large, but I was not surprised. Their pack had Lamias too, just like Nightshade did, who would need to be part of this. I would venture a guess that the guy I did not know was mated to Maya given their handholding. He did look familiar though as if I had seen him but could not place where from. There was another female with them, but I had no idea who she was. What I did notice though was that Bronx immediately zeroed in on her and sat up straighter. Bronx was a great guy who had definitely excelled as Lamia. I had never seen him look at a
ZIYAH All in all, we had roughly three hundred fighters between all four packs. Was that overkill? No. We only had one chance at this working, so we needed to ensure that we were prepared for whatever was thrown our way. Expect the unexpected and all that jazz. In an ideal world, everything would go smoothly. Unfortunately, there was no such thing. This was not a fairytale where everyone just laid down their weapons and chose peace. This was reality, and the reality was simple. This was war. We were hoping that we could minimize the blowout, but that did not mean it was guaranteed. No, we had to prepare for every potential metaphorical and actual grenade. Well, hopefully not grenade but definitely dangerous and deadly assaults. We were on a strict ‘no kill’ policy if at all possible. We would not risk our lives, but it would be the very last option that we would take. Everyone had worked their asses off in training. The witches on our side had all taken time to teach everyone the
ZIYAH Blantay was truly an idiot. Her denouncing of our claims would not work so long as she continued to confirm them. She just admitted to the part of trying to kill Coralynn. How did she ever become a leader? I would have to ask Astrid about that later. All I knew was that she framed her, but how did that lead to Blantay taking over control as High Witch? HR should probably rethink their hiring processes. I watched as a fuckton of additional people joined the pro-Blantay faction. At least thirty additional people actually. ‘Those people aren’t part of the coven. Well, at least they weren’t the last time I was here. She must have brought more people in recently,’ Astrid informed us. It was a damn good thing that we brought so many talented people then. Her side had already doubled. There was no telling what their magic or gifts could do. They were a variable that we had not formally accounted for, but we did know that anything was possible. Muffled cries caught my attention. My
DANTE I knew that it would take time to treat Ziyah, but I felt like my sanity was slipping with each passing minute. Here we were again with Ziyah being treated for something serious. I hated how many times she had to come here. The first time was the night we met. I had to bring her here when that fucker had attacked and violated her. Then there was his bitch who nearly got her killed. Now, here we were because of that damn fireball. I was glad that the woman and her unborn child had been saved by my girl’s sacrifice, but I hated that she got hurt at all. Elle and Caiathus found me pacing the waiting room in an attempt to gain control from my spiraling emotions. She stopped directly in front of my body, halting my path. There was pain in her eyes because she hated that Ziyah got hurt. They had become really close and had their own bond. Then she was also in pain because she understood what this was doing to me. “How’s she doing?” she asked me softly, holding my hands in hers. Sh