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"The wolf?" Wren spoke for the first time. She shifted in her stance and I saw pain flare in her body. She couldn't contain a grimace.
"She was a Christane wolf. She left with them." Roane narrowed his eyes. "You should rest, Wren. Heal. Tracey, take her to your room. Everyone should go to their rooms to clean up and rest."
"What?" Gavin lifted his head. "No party? We should be celebrating."
"We will." Roane's eyes glimmered in amusement. "But no one is fit for that right now." His hand spread out over the small of my back. "Let's enjoy our rest first."
Gavin and Kates shot a look at each other, but quickly looked away. I pursed my lips at that. It wasn't the first time there had been a spark between the two, but then Roane urged me in front of him and I didn't care. I wanted my bed. I wanted him. And I wanted a night away from the war.
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN
Her eyes snapped open when she felt the defeat. The magic had been destroyed, banned from the Alpha. When she tried to go back in, a block was set in place. There was no way she could get past it, but then an explosion occurred and her magic was thrown back at her. It slammed into her and recoiled onto itself. She felt it quaking and knew the tremors were from fear. As she gritted her teeth, her anger rose swiftly. Something had not gone to plan and she was determined to figure out what it was, who it was. No one banished her.
The door burst open and a servant rushed inside. "Mother, what has happened?"
It was then she realized the room was shaking. She wasn't surprised. The rage in her was tightly controlled, but when she stood and turned, the appearance of Gailith made her pause. A bruise was forming on the top of his head; blood spilled from it and soaked his shirt. One of the lenses in the small glasses he always wore had a crack and his hair was matted from his blood.
"What happened to you?" She tried to keep the disgust from her voice. Servants wanted to be cared for. Everyone wanted to be cared for. They found it comforting. They were pathetic.
He hesitated and ran a hand through his hair. It caught on the blood and he withdrew it quickly to tuck behind his back. "Was there an earthquake?"
"What do you mean?"
"The whole house, Mother. It's been shaking for the last few minutes. Many of the servants died."
"Why?" Had her rage been so suppressed?
"They're human, Mother."
She couldn't hold back her disgust any longer and snapped, "What are you talking about? Why would my servants die from a small earthquake?"
"It wasn't small. This is the only room that's still standing."
Her eyes widened and she couldn't speak for a moment. Nothing and no one ever surprised her, but it had happened twice in the space of two minutes. She hated that. Someone was more powerful than her. The wolf inside her raged to get out. It needed to kill, but she took a deep breath and calmed herself. More deaths would not satisfy her. She needed to know what had become of the thread holder. That would satisfy her. She had gone to great lengths to get close, but if it had all been for nothing… she clamped her eyes closed at the thought of the possible repercussions.
"Are the
wolves okay?"
He jerked his head in a nod. "Yes, ma'am."
"Ma'am?"
"Mother Wolf. Yes, the wolves were able to escape. I got away because one of them carried me out."
She narrowed her eyes and turned back to the window. Her home had been built during the Civil War. It had been made to survive
anything, but she had not considered her own power. Never would she have imagined that she'd hurt something she had built and nurtured. But she had hurt it. Sheds that had surrounded the plantation were in pieces on the ground. Someone made her do this and that someone needed to be dealt with.
"Gailith, I want you to go to someone."
"Who, Mother?"
Her eyes were flat when she looked back. "The vampires."
He paled and his hand jerked to clench around his shirt. Filth. Everything about him was filthy. "You're human. They'll love you."
He closed his eyes and bent his head.
