“They said he’s a Shadow Knight. Some sort of stealth assassin soldier.”
“A what?” Colton scrunches up his face and throws back a wary look over his shoulder at the formidable figure of that creepy man. A look of disbelief and yet a frown.
“A Shadow Knight…. A rare being. Darrius is the commander of my elite force of very special, hard to find, brothers. A born assassin from an almost obsolete bloodline. He’s the shadow in every nightmare, the eyes in the dark that scare you to death. Even for our kind, he’s special. A warrior to the core with little to no empathy for any kind of life, but a strong sense of obligation and a good moral code for a cold-blooded killer. He has his uses, as do his men. Darrius alone could take on fifty of your kind and not even get a scratch. I’m rather proud to have him.” You can’t mistake Varro’s pride in his tone, as though discussing his prized collection of priceless artifacts. It’s odd.
“Leyanne said, that if Shadow Knights fought the war against us twenty years ago, there would be no Lycans today at all.” I point out, shivering at the thought and gaining a new respect and fear for that figure we are leaving behind. He’s mysterious and yet leaves a lasting impression.
“And she’s right. That witch isn’t one to lie or exaggerate. Meddlesome creature, that she is. You can thank the fates though that only two dozen of them exist nowadays in all the lands. I command most of them.”
Now that’s a terrifying thought. Two dozen Darrius’s. No thank you.
Talking of which…or witch. I have no idea why she goes AWOL at the most important times and then seems to appear right when we truly need her. She’s weird, in a good way, but altogether infuriating that she just takes off and goes to do her own thing. Where the hell is she now?
The words don’t make it out of my mouth as we’re met by Carmen at the main door, a look of fear on her face as she scans those coming towards her, then relief at seeing me and Colton. Her eyes move past us, to Varro. No shock at seeing him, and then off into the darkness behind him and it’s no guessing who she’s looking for. Her mate bond will be telling her he’s close and feeling him in all kinds of ways.
Loose ends
“I expected something a little less run down, grander. Do you wolves not believe in modern conveniences like electricity and running water?” Varro mocks as he scans the large hall of the manor, scoffing at its dark and drab appearance. I can’t blame him, as since we’ve been gone this place has fallen into some urban war disarray that I never imagined could possibly happen. It feels and looks abandoned. Dust and dirt on every available surface from neglect. I have no idea what happened and why Juan returned the valley to the dark ages.
“Funny.” Colton dismisses him with the dry tone he reserves for people liked Deacon; a wolf who once stood against him.
“We could try find the generators and power them up.” Meadow followed us in here when we moved and cuts in with a snappy tone, also peeved at having her home turf mocked. The other subs are here too, those who didn’t follow Jasper in pursuit of Juan, and I give her a smile and nod in answer.
“They are running and powering the security system outside. It seems the main electric is cut off though.” Carmen is still hovering by the door, eyeing up the stranger in our midst with an air of suspicion and watching him like a hawk. Colton isn’t too relaxed, but weirdly, I feel like the danger isn’t in here with us, even with Varro beside me. He has a presence for sure of darkness and power, but yet there’s also a sense of calm and security about him. He’s weirdly vibed.
“Juan lost interest in maintaining the valley as somewhere to live comfortably. It became an army base, and all home comforts were sacrificed as unimportant while he was busy ruining what was left of the pack.” The bitter tone of a stray wolf who was lurking in the shadows where we left him. One of those we first encountered when getting in here.
“We can figure something out. Come on, Chica, me and you and our boys here.” Meadow clicks her tongue at Carmen, nodding to the subs and takes off at speed to light this place up. Reading the room and thinking maybe Varro, Colton, and I need to be alone. I think she’s right. The atmosphere is somewhat strained, and Colton is tense as hell now we’re in here with my bio father.
“Cozy.” Varro raises a brow, oozing sarcasm once more.
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