“The fallen princess did what?!” the Alpha of the Bloodrayne pack bellowed.
“Yesterday, Alpha. The whole place was locked down. We couldn’t –”
Tobias strode to the runner and picked him up by the throat, claws digging into his skin, choking him as he linked him in the mind space.
There, he got all the information firsthand without waiting for the wolf to form his thoughts into words.
He dropped him like a rag doll, coughing and wheezing, holding his bruised, bleeding neck. The runner remained on his knees, bowing to his Alpha.
“If that is what I think it is, then the girl may be far more important than my little Alpha,” He murmured.
“More important than Dax?” Misha, his son, crooned.
“Now THAT is something indeed,” he said slyly.
“You won’t understand,” Tobias spat.
“Then explain it, Father,” Misha retorted flippantly.
“I didn’t hear you move!” Marian continued in a whisper.“You didn’t make a sound! Reyland!” she said urgently as she lay flat on the bed, staring up at him.Reyland smiled, hesitantly.“Shhhh. Marian,” he whispered, “something is going on that neither of us knows much about,” he continued, his voice low.“My…the Alpha has got wind of a spy from Bloodrayne. We need to be careful,” he stated, his tone and manner very formal.“There was a plan…before Christmas, to take them down. Tension between them and us has risen in the last nine months. They’ve become…unpardonable. Their raids, their ranging, everything has just been…too much.”“We were making preparations, with other allies, to wipe them out. But with everything for the past two days –”“Two…two days?” Marian stuttered, her eyes
Reyland continued. “So, what I need you to do, my princess, is find your wolf,” he encouraged her gently, his voice steady, confident.“She must be hiding; she must be scared. Call her to you. Tell her everything you know. Tell her what you don’t,” he elaborated calmly.“Your father will fill in the rest, but let him tell both of you. Okay?” he finished gently.Marian’s eyes dampened, and she swallowed.“Are you sure?” she asked softly.“Yes,” Reyland replied confidently.“No. I mean, are you for real?” she asked again, her voice trembling as her eyes filled.Reyland’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?” he asked hesitantly, eyeing Marian again.“Am I…YOUR princess?” she whispered. Reyland blinked at her, then he inhaled sharply.His soft cheeks flushed as he glanced to the side.“YOU are n
Marian reluctantly recalled the last time her father had been in her room, just two days ago.She had told him that she would always be there for him. She had asked him not to be sad.And now, here they were, again, and she had done something wrong – again.Making him sad. Again.Her father was speaking.“Good. Gravan, you go first. I too need to hear this,” he said, a steeliness in his voice that made both Marian and Gravan wince.“Dinka?”“Yes, Dad,” Dinka replied Nikal, Corien’s wolf, in their mind space.“Okay. Gravan. Please,” Corien said out loud, closing his eyes as he rested his back against the chair he was seated in, straightening his shoulders.Gravan glanced away from him, his face drawn.Marian could sense his hesitation and could feel that he was not at full strength, but she kept quiet, waiting for her uncle to speak.==========
His head began to bend backwards when Gravan’s voice came through.“You are our Alpha. The one true Alpha of Lightmoon. If you cannot control yourself, why expect your child to do better?” he said hoarsely, still kneeling upright on both knees, backing his mentor.Marian’s wide eyes snapped to her uncle.Gravan’s back and shoulders were straight as he turned, on his knees, to face her father.“If you want to help her, show her how it’s done,” the former Beta of Lightmoon demanded firmly, fearlessly to the morphing former Alpha.Gravan rose slowly, his eyes fixed on Corien.“Show her,” Gravan insisted, his voice low, forceful.Marian stared at her uncle, still slack-jawed.“Look to your father, princess. Look and focus,” he ordered her, his eyes still on his friend and mentor.“This is what happened to you. See it with your own eyes,” he g
“No power? NO POWER!” Dorien bellowed now, not caring anymore about being overheard by pack members or spies.“Brother!” Reyland whispered urgently, the concern in his voice and eyes palpable.The heir swallowed, his breathing calming down a notch as he shook Reyland by his shirt.“How can you SAY that?” Dorien hissed as his eyes almost fervently searched Reyland’s“You know –” he pressed, but Reyland cut in.“I do. That’s why I’m not afraid,” he urged, watching his brother closely.Seeing Dorien about to protest more, Reyland placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder.“It’s what I said Christmas morning. Do you remember?” he continued, bending lower, leaning closer to Dorien.“We know about the blood. She did not. Now, for one second, just one second, Dorien, imagine someone made our father do what HER father has bee
What Dorien knew, and knew well, was that his brother was a skilled strategist.He had seen through his act of changing the topic, but he had a lot of respect for his brother, almost as much respect as their father did.He was willing to be pulled along, in so far as it was a direction he was willing to go.“You, brother, are a real danger to this pack, do you know that?” he mumbled.“What do you mean?” Reyland asked lightly, stepping forward.A muscle in Dorien’s jaw ticked.As his back was to Reyland, Reyland did not see his face.And because Reyland was not practiced in using wolf abilities, he did not sense the change in Dorien’s aura.Dorien’s face was pale, his eyes were wide, as he stared ahead, looking at nothing, his eyes quaking in their sockets.He heard me? Dorien mused.He doesn’t take the blood. He hasn’t taken it since I forced him o
“We were not afraid or concerned.”“We walked up to their fire and stared at it.”“We had never seen such a thing before. I don’t remember any fire before that one,” he continued in the same monotone, shaking his head slowly.“The men stared at us until one of them, seated opposite where we stood, stepped forward and spoke to us.”“He was a tall man. A giant in our eyes.”“I found out much later that he was not so big. Not so awe-inspiring.”“But I was a child.”“I didn’t recall having ever seen another person other than the one my size, beside me, holding my hand.”“We gazed up at him, our necks bent all the way back.”“He squatted down, and his eyes were black.”“Dax giggled,” he said with a half-smile, his eyes clouding over as he relived the memory while sharing it.
“Dax and I have had an understanding since the beginning.”“He is my brother, my other half.”“This has always been the case.”“Your mother, my mate, was the only person who separated us.”“When she came, when we met, my world became brighter. I became lighter. Something I did not know was missing, joined with a wandering wolf.”“Before her, there was only one road before me – blood, wars, death.”“When she showed up, I had options, choices, chances that I could never have dreamed of.”“Your mother…was my redemption.”He paused, his eyes filling as his chest heaved.Marian stared wide-eyed at her father.Since the battle, four years ago now, where both her mother and younger brother had died at Dax’s own hands, never had her father spoken about her mother.Not like this.Not with such pa
Any concerns or requests could be brought to the Elders; however, they would never actively involve themselves in resolving any issues.Their presence was intimidating and could be hard to bear.Many meetings were not done face-to-face, but rather, through intermediaries – younger, but still elderly, shifters who lived with the Elders and presented cases to them for their input.Their rule was simple – they did not interfere in pack politics or battles. They had all had enough of these during their individual reigns and had no taste for such things in their old age.All of them had been around during the time of the previous Alpha, the one before Corien, the one who loved wars, battles, and blood, the one who used his people as objects and pawns for his schemes and conquests.And they had done nothing.They had been there when Corien had taken over from that Alpha, by force of arms, and they had done nothing.
Corien was in Dax’s office. He had been with him for the past hour, letting the Alpha seethe and rage.Dorien and the Luna had been present as well, but they had left earlier, leaving only the two brothers, the two enemies, together.Dax sat in his chair, his back to Corien, staring out the large window behind his desk.“Once the Alpha King hears of this from Anna, he will come for her,” Dax droned. Finally calm after his last outbursts with his family.“Not if we claim her,” Corien replied calmly.Dax did not respond.Corien continued.“We don’t have to do so immediately. We can plan for it, as we do for everything,” he stated firmly as he approached the large desk and stopped at the edge, adjacent to Dax’s wide shoulders.“If you put everything aside, you will know that what Dorien has suggested is the best solution,” he continued carefully.Silence.
“If he banishes me…” Marian whispered hoarsely, her voice catching. She shifted her eyes to Gravan, “Will you and Dad come with me?” she whispered, her eyes filling.“Just us? No one else?” Gravan replied with a soft smile, his bright eyes shining in his handsome face.Marian shifted her head against her pillow as she gazed up at her uncle.“I won’t have any hope there, if I’m banished,” she croaked.Gravan shook his head gently, stroking her forehead, the smile still on his face.“First of all, princess, we don’t dwell on ‘what-ifs’, hmmm? What’s done is done. All that matters is where we are now, and what we can do about it,” he stated matter-of-factly.“Your father will not let anything happen to you. Rest assured, nothing as drastic as banishment will happen,” he droned.“But, what if he – Alpha Dax &ndash
Marian’s damp face was red as she lay on her bed, wrapped like a mummy.Her eyes were quivering, but they were clear.Gravan gazed steadily at her.“Twenty-four hours. That’s all we need. To cover up your healing.”“The day after tomorrow, you can move about, anyhow you please,” he commented flatly in his silk, comforting voice, addressing the other matter she had not raised – attending the Remembrance ceremony.That had been the sole reason she had returned.The only thing that had brought her back to the pack so soon after her departure.And now, she could not attend it.He knew this.He and her father had discussed it in less than three sentences the moment she was out of the woods after Dax had broken her body.It had been on the day after the attack. After he had woken up in the pack hospital.As soon as he had woken, he had linked his Alpha, his mentor, his fr
Is he in heat?Am I?Marian mused.Dinka chuffed at her in their mind space.“What? I’m bored!” Marian tossed at her wolf, “If I can’t go out tomorrow, let me have a little fun today.”“It’s been too hard these past few days,” she complained to Dinka, “I need a distraction!”“This is not a distraction, Marian, this is torture,” Dinka replied, her teeth bared as if she were laughing.“We’ve seen torture, D. We’re just playing with him,” Marian replied with a smile.With her eyes directing Zepher and a few sounds chipped in here and there, she made the young omega feed her every bite of food and every drop of water and light wine that had been brought to her as she breathed him in.Thirty long minutes later, Gravan walked in to find a very distraught Zepher feeding a very contented Marian.========
It had been infuriating and had felt like a personal attack to Marian.The girl beside Dorien, Risa, was two years older than him.Every part of her was soft and supple.She had never held anything close to a weapon, of any sort, in her life.She was fresh, and smooth, and as matronly as they came – just as her mother used to admonish her to be.While she, a princess, was rough and bullish and definitely not one anybody could imagine holding a pup.Her heart had broken in more ways than one at that moment.Not only had she been dumped, she had been dumped for the kind of girl her dead mother had wanted her to be.A mother she missed. A mother she wished she could apologize to for all the times she had been difficult.And all of it had happened in public.The thing she hated the most.As soon as the words had left his lips, Marian had felt her chest burn as if it were on fire. They had not been fated m
At age eleven, Marian had started training to join the warriors rank, and Gravan had entered the picture.Only he, among the warrior class, ever sparred with her, and only he, outside of her father, ever gave her any guidance.With his support, she had developed fast. Her physical and critical thinking skills had grown in leaps and bounds, far beyond her peers.Gravan had used her alpha blood as a springboard in her training. Pushing her harder and farther than most young trainees.By the time she turned thirteen, she was leading physical training sessions for younger shifters and was no longer ignored by blooded warriors – those who were active in the protection and defense of Lightmoon pack.At fourteen, she became a full-fledged member of the warrior class, assigned to a unit.The unit leader had been Gravan. By this time, in her heart, her second uncle.As a member of his unit, he never gave her any less than he gave any oth
At the mention of Reyland, Marian had sniffed and nodded lightly.Her father smiled as footsteps were heard in the sitting area.Before she could blink, Corien was out the door, closing it gently behind him as he began to speak with the Alpha of Lightmoon pack.Marian’s eyes narrowed. She pushed her senses to listen, but both men were warriors; she could not hear them unless they didn’t mind being heard.There was silence.She could not even feel them.Their presence had been blocked.A few minutes later, she heard footsteps leaving her dorm.Two sets.She rested her back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, mulling over her conversation with her father.She went over everything one by one, step by step, with Dinka.As she recounted it, certain things stood out to her, but she kept her counsel.Instead, her mind turned to the past, before the darkest time in her life.==========The pack had been a home then.Her father, mother, and her younger brother had lived in the Alpha mansi
“He ordered the rest of us out – me, Dax, Dorien,” Corien continued, maintaining his fluid pace.Marian smiled lightly, but remained focused, keeping the meld firmly intact.“Byron gave you pint after pint of blood from the blood bank. He would not let me give any because of the impending full moon.”Corien paused and smiled widely when the meld did not waver.My daughter is a true alpha warrior, he mused.Marian’s breathing remained steady. Her brow had twitched, but she had no other reaction.“We stayed in the sitting area of your dorm until you woke up the next day.”“You know the gist of things from there.”“Dax has been gone since the early hours of this morning. No one has seen him or heard from him. Physical or link-wise.”“We locked down the pack grounds. Some news might have gotten out, but no one will be able to understand things. Not for a while, not until more details come to light, and not…unless they are old enough or versed enough in wolf history to guess anything.”“An