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“A ranch. So what I need you to do is picture it in your mind as clearly as possible and, above all, feel it. Whatever emotion about your home is the strongest, I need you to hold on to that. I can tap into that sensation and use it as a beacon.”
“Okay. I can do that.”
“Oh, and please pick somewhere safe for us to appear. We don’t want to get shot because we show up right in front of armed guards, which I assume you have.”
“Good point. Yes, we do.”
Cedric reached his hands out once more, and Erwan took them. Once again, he closed his eyes, but this time, he called up his memories of the ranch. How easy it was to picture the green meadows swaying in the gentle wind. The bird song around him and Rhene as they walked through the fields, hand in hand. The comfort and coziness of their home. Their son, safe in his little bassinet, making those cute smacking noises as he slept. Fresh bread in the kitchen, Lev making soup, Sivney bossing everyone around…
Erwan had a million memories, all of them good, filling him with warmth and gratitude and love. How blessed he was to have found that home with the wolves, with his mates. It was such a contrast to the cold castle he had grown up in, where the only sunshine had come from his mom.
This time, as they traveled south, he barely sensed the journey, suspended above time and space, until they landed again. The second his feet found solid ground, he took a deep breath, and tears formed in his eyes. It smelled like home.
“We’re here.” He opened his eyes. “We’re home.”
Cedric let go of his hands and looked around with curiosity. “How far away are we?”
“We’re right between the two ranches. To our left is the PTP ranch, home to the Hayes pack. To our right are the Hightower lands, the home of the Hightower pack and the True Doyle clan.”
“You mean the Doyle clan? You can leave out the ‘true’ now after that vote.”
Cedric was right. “That’ll take some getting used to, like everything else.”
“So, where would your mother be?”
Erwan didn’t even have to think. “They’re in the meeting barn.”
He set off before he’d finished his sentence, and Cedric followed his lead. Erwan made sure not to run too fast so the omega could keep up with him, and soon enough, the first cabins came into sight. Strange that the guards hadn’t picked up on his presence by now. He would’ve expected one of them to have stopped them.
But no one did, and he didn’t see anyone. The fields were empty, and no one was walking around, which was unusual. Where was everyone?
When he got closer to the meeting barn, he had his answer. They were all inside. Everyone. The hum of sheer power radiating from the crowd was incredible, singing through his veins, lighting the fire inside him until it roared.
He was out of breath when he reached the barn, with Cedric right behind him.
“Erwan!” Blair called. He was standing guard at the door with one of the Hayes guards. “Thank the gods you are here.”
“Is she still alive?” Erwan asked.
“Yes. But hurry.”
“Blair, this is Cedric, a former O’Connor omega who will join our clan. Please take care of him, will you?”
There, Cedric was all set, and Erwan could focus on his mom. He rushed into the barn, coming to a full stop when he took in the number of people crammed into that space. Not merely his clan and his pack but all the Hayes wolves as well, even Lidon and his mates. Hell, even the kids were all there. The only one missing was Rhene.
His brothers stood right at the center, and people made way for him when he walked over to them. Hands clamped his shoulders, whispered words of encouragement and gratitude were sent his way, and more than one person let out a deep sigh of relief.
His mom was as pale as parchment, her skin already taken on that deadly pallor. “Mom…” Erwan sank to his knees next to the cot she lay on. “Mom, I’m here.”
“Mo mhac,” she whispered, and he took her fragile hand in his and pressed a kiss on it.
“Yes, Mom, it’s me.”
“King Erwan of the Doyles. The gods have blessed me that I have seen this day.”
“We did it, Mom. We went to the Dragon Council, and they declared me king.”
“Aye, and you’ve drained your sire’s power with it. But watch your back, mo mhac. He will not rest until he’s dead.”
