Craning her neck from side to side, sharp yellow orbs captured the lavish interior of the pack house, hooting whenever anything captured her interest, even the wall lamps. My broad smile shined at the shifting bundle of feathers in my palms, my fingers caressing her softness. As my mind muddled with worry over Kiya, Diana’s presence provided some relief. Although she isn’t my pet, this owl is linked to my mate, so it is like I have a piece of her
with me.
My wolves and I will return to Zircon Moon in the morning, as it is late for us to travel back home. There isn’t much else for us to do right now. Our hopes rest with Phoebe’s witchcraft in wishes to narrow down Kiya’s whereabouts. Unfortunately, Anthony’s trackers failed to track my mate’s scent beyond the crash site. Miss Phoebe was correct; Osiris has gotten craftier to ensure we wouldn’t detect him or Kiya, shrouding them both
in mystery.
I don’t know why he wants Kiya for himself. Frustration bubbled through my blood at my weakness because I’m at a loss for what I should and could do. I wanted to rip Osiris to pieces, but I need to find the piece of shit first. Anthony accepting my help was the first step to combating this problem, but with nothing to work with, it left us in a state of disarray.
Kiya is strong. I know she is fighting for a way back home. That thought keeps my palpitating heart calm and my mind serene. I believe in her. The mental imagery of her kicking Osiris” ass brought a delighted grin to my face while we reached in the lounge where her family is.
The air is thick with sadness. Each member held distinct or blended emotions on their faces as the reality of our situation hit like brick on glass. Jacqueline hid her face in her palms with Abigail rubbing soothing circles on her back, consoling her. Sapphire rested in the protective arms of Isaiah, blue orbs void of their light. Galen, generally so talkative and expressive, is now silent, blinking back tears from his glazed eyes, no doubt in mental communication with Mikhail. Darien stood at the window, staring out into the dense redwood forest with his back turned to everybody.
Kiya’s disappearance had a bigger impact on them than I expected.
Lyra and Nikolai walked in toward us, eyes pink from their crying. “Any news?” Lyra asked in desperate hope.
“We’re going to be working with your son to find her.” I answered positively, clutching little Diana a little tighter. “Miss Phoebe will conjure a spell to center on her location, but there is no guarantee. The enemy doesn’t want anyone to find her.”
“I trust Phoebe. She hasn’t failed us and won’t be starting shortly.” Nikolai reassured. Suddenly, we heard a dry, bitter scoff, pulling everyone’s attention to the man at the window.
“Some help you’ll be.” Darien jeered with ridicule. “You’ve been nothing but trouble the moment you walked into our lives.”
“Darien, bro please.” Galen beseeched, rubbing his fatigued face.
“You all have the right to not have faith in us.” Kwame, the voice of reason, spoke. “But belleve me, we’re
Chapter 50–Whats Special About You?
going to do all we can to bring Kiya home. We need to put our personal feelings aside if we want this alliance
to work.”
“Sure. For the sake of an alliance that should’ve never happened. That damn agreement is the reason Kiya’s
gone.”
“You can’t be serious.” Raina added in disbelief, her voice thick with emotion. “None of us could’ve expected this was going to happen, Darien.”
“Maybe not, but the choices your Alpha made are tied into today’s events!” He blamed, striking dagger–like pain into my heart.
“So, your problem is with me.” I confirmed, swallowing down the tsunami of emotions that threaten to rise in me. Onyx, bedraggled and frustrated, perked up in defense, ready to fight. “I’m not the reason that psychopath kidnapped Kiya.”
“But if you just had accepted Kiya as your mate in the first place, none of this shit would’ve happened!” Darien turned to face me, ocean blue eyes aglow with savage fury. “What is so goddamn special about you, Neron? I don’t get it.”
“I’m not sure I follow. There isn’t anything special about me.”
“There must be.” He smirked bitterly, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he eyed my form. Cocking his head to the side, Darien bit the inside of his lips, trying to hold himself back from attacking me. “It’s not just about Kiya, however, I’m just tryin
In order to get out of this madhouse, I need the power of stealth. Wolves are crafty creatures by nature, in packs even more so. But tonight, I’m alone and can solely rely on myself. Getting home safe is my motivation because my family is waiting for my return. I must return and put this insanity behind me.
Danger lurks at every corner, in the light and the darkness. One slip up, and I’m a goner. Hiding in the darkened corner between two walls, I listen for distant chatter along with utilizing my senses to sniff out how close an enemy is. This home is full of enemies with cruel intentions. Once the coast is clear, I sneak out of
my hiding spot, on the search of a new one.
I don’t know where the exit is, but I won’t stop until I find it. My freedom depends on it. The mansion’s atmosphere thickened with wicked magic humming through the impenetrable air. Heavy and weighing down on me without consequence, partially to do with the chainless shackles around my wrists. The work of corrupt witches, who I’m sure lurk about between these walls. If I am to sniff the woodsy air again, I must slip past
them too.
“I wonder what’s the deal with the witches.” I thought, walking through the vacant halls, attentive to not step on a creaky board. “What do they get out of working with Osiris?”
“Hmm. Whatever he promised them, it must be good.” Artemis wondered. “Evil doesn’t need a reason to do what it does. Sadly, not all witches are as kind–hearted as Phoebe.”
“It’s tragic, but I can’t pity anyone who choses this path. All they do is hurt people.” Like Odessa and Jonathan did. As I traversed down the obscure, windowless hallway, my eye caught an old, large painting residing on the wall near an exit. In silence, I walked up to gaze at the couple presented in the portrait, framed dark gold with light dusting at its corners. Remnants of brushstrokes added depth to the art, intertwining with physical features and colors to make them stand out. The colors weren’t strong, but soften
and subtle to not sting
the eyes.
My gaze landed on the woman in a golden, pleaded dress with gentle, down–turned, auburn eyes peering back. at me. Skin as smooth as silk and brown as russet, her smile gave way to her kindness captured in the art. Black hair mimicking ocean waves rested on her shoulders, coiling down her cleavage, framing the diamond necklace resting around her neck. Pinned to the side of her hair was, what I suspected to be, a blooming carnelian. She folded in her hands her lap, nails colored white, blending in with the soft theme of her