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"You're welcome, my son," she whispered and kissed my forehead - a sign of everlasting love. "Vincenzo Huxley, from the moment you descend from our realms of magic to the world of reality, you will be known as Viktor. Your challenges will mold you into a far stronger man than the one standing before me in this instant. But know that you are protected by the magic of the Huxley Pack of Silver Wolves. With our blessings, may you fulfill your purpose while finding favor and a pack that will embrace your qualities. You will find love and one day, aid in returning order in the midst of chaos."
She smiled and nodded her head.
"Farewell, son."
The memory faded away,but I couldn't ignore the tear drop that left my eye's grasp and dropped upon the silver symbol. It glowed a light purple as hues of pink and silver danced around its thickly crafted lines.
May Mother Moon meet you in the land of flowers and delivery your soul to the kingdom of peace. I love you, Mother.
Zyair watched me carefully as I blinked away any remaining tears and composed myself.
"If Master L's magic is fading, what does that mean?"
"Two things, really," Zyair replied. "It'll only be a matter of time before the Coven is aware of the possible opening to claim his chair and will seek to find someone to replace him,” he explained. "The other problem will be that the Russians will soon find out about Lex's murder and go on a lethal chase for the culprit. You know it's never a good sign when the Russians involve themselves in, well...anything."
I didn't comment on his statement, but he was right.
"There has to be more to it for you to risk being here."
"You're correct," he hummed, and his eyes returned to Willow. "The princess is a potential candidate."
My eyes widened at the news and he slowly nodded as my eyes were locked on his in the reflective surface.
"It's a secret for now, but I'm unsure how long I can keep it that way. Due to your woman's predicament and with the unstable circumstance of Roberto being in coma, we've held off announcing it within our realms of rulership. Since its winter, it's not a rush to discuss such things, but when spring comes, we'll need to face the obvious."
"I understand the importance and severity of this, but I feel like you're still not revealing something," I whispered.
He smirked and closed his eyes. "None of the current Coven members are candidates," he declared. "That includes the newly appointed Coven member. The misfit hybrid."
"Aurelia's not a candidate? How?" I inquired. "Clementines have always been candidates. Even when there was no chair vacant, their names were always pulled."
"You're correct," he admitted. "But this year, her name was not pulled. I can safely assume that it was due to a forced allegiance."
"Forced?"
"It wasn't her time to join the Coven. Mother Moon and the magic that thrums through our lands are not stupid. I'm unsure what went down behind the scenes, but that misfit wolf's spirit is not happy. She's a ticking time bomb, and unless things are restored on her own end, the Clementines will begin to fall down a spiral and lose their centuries’ worth of magic and financial freedom."
"You're telling me this because it connects with Willow," I concluded.
"I know of their past relationship and their current friendship. She may not know it, but I believe that very connection is what is keeping the misfit bonded to this world."
That's how bad shit has been going?
"What do you want me to do?"
"Nothing, for now. At this point, we have to do our own investigations, but I suggest you remain close to your woman and begin to train her. She is rather powerful on her own, but I suggest you figure out a way to trigger that power of hers. The psychotic one."
"How do you know all of this?" I questioned as my eyes narrowed.
"Any being who carries magic, it's my duty to monitor. You know that." He sighed. "It's a tough task, especially with your little group of Forbidden Fruit. How your princess managed to snag six endangered wolves of extraordinary power is a blessing no one will ever see coming."
"Six?"
"Prince Neo, Prince Onyx, Dark Lord Saint, Inferno Devil Jayce, and last surviving Heir of Pink Thunder, Dimitris," he revealed to my surprise. "Oh right, and you. Vincenzo Huxley."
Dark Lord? Inferno Devil? Pink Thunder Heir?
"I've given you enough to do your research, but I'm sure your princess will discover the truth to each of the men that surround her."
