“I know it’s hard. I know there’s a fire inside of you that’s all consuming, and a war that’s twisting it all around. Trust me, I know how it feels. I know the loss, take my hand, and let me help you find your way out of your own hell. It doesn’t have to feel like it does now.” Sierra slides her palm to his shoulder, down his arm and glides her hand in his to grasp it tightly. This is where she always excelled as Luna, in her ability to be what we needed and find the right way of getting in.
A mother’s touch, a protective gesture, and Jasper swallows hard and seems to crumble slightly, not letting go of that small hand in his.
I know this isn’t all words. I can see the glow, know the effects of Sierra’s subtle magic, and know she’s diffusing him, filling him with that aura of warm feeling and security she has used on tearful pups in the past. It’s like giving him a couple of shots of liquor and improving his mood for a temporary relief. It’s instilling hope that she holds the secret to being free of his own agony.
“Take her offer. Go find the wolf and his loyal. End this tonight.” Varro is curt and to the point. Shaking Jasper out of his odd quiet stance and he seems to visibly straighten himself up as he pulls his hand out of Sierra’s. Surprised at his filial behavior. He casts her an odd look, somewhat torn and confused and then blinks at me as the steels returns a little. I can see the battle in his eyes.
“Fine… but you stay here. Pregnant? There’s no place for you here in that condition.” It’s a hint of brotherly love, and I’ll take what I can of it. Even if it’s delivered in such a frosty tone. It’s a ray of hope.
Jasper wastes no time in polite chat anymore, turns on his heel and with a click of his fingers to lurking shadows who instantly materialize. I shudder as several creatures appear out of thin air and take off after him. That wreaking smell and vulgar show of pale skin and long fangs. Sierra is hot on his heels without hesitation, turning to wolf, and Radar and two of the Luna’s guard immediately follow close on her heels without a word being spoken. I know Colton is in all their heads, directing, giving orders and I relax knowing we have our abilities back.
“Shall we retire to your…… abode?” Varro breaks in, looks up at the darkened manor which seems shabby and deserted compared to how it used to look so many months ago. His sarcasm is obvious, and I catch that little flex in Colton’s body as he curbs his reaction to someone dissing his childhood home.
“Shall we?” I answer instead and push Colton off, motioning him ahead of me as we turn about, telling him to get moving. He does so after a second of stubborn stillness. His eyes cast around to take in the scene before us and he grips my hand in his and tugs me close to his side. Always ready to shield me.
Our wolves are all standing ready, a huge semi-circle which has grown since Varro appeared and I catch sight of Meadow in the lineup. Eyes ablaze, poised for the kill at a command. I smile her way softly, so glad to see her again, to tell her it’s okay and impulsively scan the faces for the rest of the subs. They are all here now, watching, waiting, eyes amber and standing in battle mode for the briefest of signs. My family all present once more.
The Luna’s guard follow close behind us and Varro seems completely unfazed to be a lone Vampire walking towards this arc of the enemy without any accompaniment. It says a lot about his faith in his own abilities.
“Lord.” A dark figure swoops down in front of us and lands with a gentle thud in our path, startling me with the stealth ninja like intrusion. Tall, dressed in black tailoring, with undeniable red glow coming at me from the darkness.? Darrius. I guess he was never far away. He’s unmistakable even sheathed in shadow.
He steps forward and bends a knee before fluidly moving into a kneel, and lowers his head, lifting one arm so his wrist touches his forehead in a sign of respect for his master. It’s obvious that despite his arrogant and cold manner, Darrius is a loyal servant to my father and seems he knows how to be submissive in front of the right creatures. He still has that noble air of command, yet I sense no aggression or anything negative coming from him at all. Complete obedience.
“Stay here, I have no need for your men anymore. Watch for Jasper in case he needs assistance in rounding up his charge.” Varro clicks his fingers and motions for me to walk around him. I falter and then do as I’m told and arc away from Darrius and around while he stays in that bowing position, unmoved at all.
“As you command, Lord.” A low husky voice that sends the fear of God through me. Even as a Lycan, Darrius scares me. He’s nothing like Varro. I thank my lucky stars Darrius and any like him didn’t interject in battle. There’s something so dark and terrifying about him, that’s not even present in Varro at all. You can feel it in the air around him, that he’s the true definition of a creature of the night.
Darrius stays unmoved when even Varro walks past him, and I glance back to see him motionless, like a statue when we progress all the way to the gate of the Manor. As soon as we are at a distance he stands up and takes on the stance of a guard, facing away and doesn’t follow. His weird energy is still ebbing around me though and I shudder in a bid to shake it off. If I had to hazard a guess, I would say it’s what death feels like.
“What is he?” Colton is the one to break the tension, aiming his question at me because he is obviously feeling it too, and I lean in close knowing fine well that Varro can hear me even if I whisper. Somehow, talking about Darrius though, should be done in whispers.
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