A Threat

Olivera inhaled deeply for the fourth time, standing at the large entrance doors of the palace, whilst waiting for Miriam to meet her there, so that they would be off to find her mother. Raul’s mother.

Beside her was Raul, whom, although she noticed that his hands were shaking, she didn’t speak to him. She already knew what his problem was. He was scared for her. She was scared for herself too, never mind that she believed she was ready. In the last three days, she had intensified her training, spending more time with Vee and Jacob, learning about the old ways.

Jacob.

She smiled at the thought, her heart rate calming at the goodness that was her brother. She couldn’t get over what he had suffered, or the choices he had made, or the fact he was mated at his young human age. She had teased him mostly about it, especially when he had tried to convince her to let him come along with them on this mission, until he had stopped, giving up hope on following them. She would have loved his c