“I could show you how big I am, but you probably couldn't take it.”
Silva choked. “Was that ajoke? Did the Guardian as old as dust just make a joke?”
Torin sent her a lopsided smile, and if Carlo didn’t thinking he was imagining it, he’d say Silva blushed. But he didn't think it was possible.
Right?
Carlo and the rest of them lifted their heads when the elevators doors opened. Pasquale and Giuliana entered with Fabiana behind them. She ducked her head, hiding from everybody's pointed gazes.
“What are you doing here?” Arturo demanded
Pasquale wrapped his arm around his sister. “It's time we told you something.”
Adonis slammed to his feet, his nose lifted into the air as he inhaled deeply. Pasquale eyed him before looking back at Arturo.
“My sister has already told you about her paintings.”
Arturo nodded. “I remember it was the part of the message you wanted me to send Carlo.”
“They're something a little more important than we originally wanted to share. I had to protect my sister as much as possible.”
Dominic lifted an eyebrow. “You are one of my capos. You deserve that level of secrecy. However, it should have been run by me.”
“To be fair,” Pasquale argued, “Giuliana knew, as well as Carlo and Nanshe. If there had been anything that could have put the packs in danger, they would have made sure to tell you, but we had to figure out what was going on before we could bring it to your attention.”
“Pequeña,” Adonis called out.
Fabiana lifted her head, stepping out from behind her brother. “Me?” She pointed to herself.
“Yes, you. Stand tall, lift your head. A Queen does not bow in front of anyone.”
A dull flush spread over Fabiana's face, and Pasquale growled. “Don't try to get cute with my sister.”
Adonis shifted his golden eyes to Pasquale. “There's nothing you could do to me, Alpha,” he admonished before he looked back at Fabiana. “I’m waiting.” He smiled when she stood straighter. “Good girl.”
Giuliana looked from Fabiana to Adonis. “What the hell?”
“As cute as all this is, explain to me about these paintings,” Arturo interrupted.
Pasquale took one moment to stare at Adonis before he addressed the rest of them. “She paints the future.”
Carlo set forward as pandemonium ensued in the room.
It took a few minutes before everybody quit asking questions and Nanshe cleared her throat. “To be clearer, she creates art like a prophetess. She explained the paintings she is forced to complete show whatpossiblefuturescouldcome around. I noticed it when we saw the original paintings, and even the one that shows me being killed by my sister. If the fight hadn't happened the way it did, along with some other factors, it was possible it could have happened.”
Carlo looked at Nanshe and back to the others. “She’d also showed me what the Chaos would do to my body once I accepted it. Although I didn't understand when I looked at her original painting, I can say it was real. My world has changed.”
Carlo took a step backward, spreading his arms, and let his new shift take over. The wolves in the room backed up.
“What the hell?” Romano jumped in front of Kalinda
“Do not worry,” Carlo explained. “I am well aware of who I am and not lost to the wolf. This is my new form from when the Chaos touched me. Yes, I can turn into a complete wolf as I had before, but I can also use this one that is more powerful.”
Carlo shifted back, rolling his shoulders. “However, maintaining that form is much more draining. It is not something I would want to do for an extended period of time.” He nodded his head at Fabiana. “She painted that long before I actually received the power.”
They all looked around at each other.
“This is serious. Dominic liked a title with ‘protectors.’”
