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With me being only in a traditional set of pants that were made out of royal garments, my upper half was exposed and showed the many symbols and tattoos I’d hidden from the world for so many years.
The incantations, the tattoos, and the scars.
“You fight with every strand of your body to not show just how precious Willow is to you, not out of fear of loving her, but because of fear that by letting go, you’ll lose this person you’ve molded to perfection and become the real you.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat as my fingers clenched into the palms of my hands.
“The you who was lost in immense bloodshed. The you who held mercy for no one. The you that the Russians are so frightened of, they’re walking on a thin tightrope, hoping they don’t take the wrong step that finally triggers the silver wolf who many knew would slay cities by the brink of dawn. The Silver Warlock of Death.”
“How…” I held my tongue as I fought to stop the slight tremble in my tense body.
“The one thing people fear about fae isn’t the abilities we can mimic and master,” Milo whispered. “They fear that we can stand in any environment and be fed information without a second thought. Some are one’s darkest secrets. Other times, the universe wishes for us to see the painful past one carries so we can aid them to find a resolution. Did you think the Vile Queen solely wanted me for my unique magic, stamina, and rare abilities?”
“You’re a secret weapon,” I whispered.
“No different to Loki,” Milo offered with a shrug. “Only when you look at Loki, you know a threat is in your midst. When you look at me,” he paused to point to his own chest, “you simply see a black man from the hood.”
He turned around and walked back to the cart of materials and picked up a deck of blank cards.
“Willow would have never fallen for the old me,” I muttered as my eyes stared out into the lagoon’s surface - watching the way it glowed like the northern lights.
It was Milo’s low chuckle that encouraged me to lay my eyes upon him once more. Surprisingly, I noticed the shift in his gaze. There was a darkness in them as his entire aura began to move in a different direction with a hint of mysterious fury.
The sight made me understand a bit of what he’d earlier described when it came to our auras, and I knew for sure his wolf was in control as he decided to answer my statement.
“If you truly believe that pink wolf of royalty has never caught a glimpse of the old you within her entire life then you’re not as observant as I gave you credit for.”
“You don’t know enough to say shit,” I muttered.
“I don’t need a speck of my fae magic to see right through you, silver wolf,” he countered as decided to approach me, nice and slow. I stood my ground, feeling the rise in tension in this alter ego that seemed completely opposite from Milo’s calmness.
His wolf was bold, proud, confident, and knew what he was truly capable of.
“My Milo is far too kind to be blunt sometimes,” he expressed with a hint of amusement. “But me, I like to tell people exactly what they’re dealing with.”
He raised the stack of cards between us, and I knew he was gesturing for me to take a card. I didn’t break eye contact as I retrieved a single card and flipped it over.
“The joker,”my wolf quietly declared.
I watched the sinister grin form on Milo’s lips as his eyes further displayed his pride.
“You fear that if you open yourself up, all those walls you’ve built since the moment Willow was brought into the world will go crumbling down. That your job as her guard will morph into a lover protecting his partner. You fear that the cruel villain you once were will crave to return and seek revenge against all those whom you never got a chance to fill with bullets. And you know what’s the funniest part of all? You fear that our sweet, rebel princess is not only going to find out every hint of the truth, but she’ll encourage you to do what you’ve craved for all these years.”
I didn’t move -or breathe -as he further leaned in to whisper the ultimate truth.
“And what you fear the most?” he questioned when he already knew the answer. “That Willow’s magic will be so mesmerizingly strong that all those villains who you thought would never see the Silver Warlock will come strolling on back.”
My stomach clenched at the thought as my face lost all emotion.
“But you won’t be their target,” he whispered as he leaned back and pulled a card and displayed it back at me -the Queen of Wands. "The one who projects the energy of the Silver Warlock will.”
“Willow…”my wolf quietly declared.
“If you know all of this…why encourage this ritual?” I quietly growled.
“If you believe everyone under the sun is praising the Goddess for promoting Willow to the chair then you must not know of the struggle your parents went through when they rose into their positions,” he explained, his voice barely audible. “A storm is coming, and we’re going to get a taste of it. And when that time comes, Willow will need your magic to survive. Not just a glimpse but the thunderous entity, so by the time those approaching waves of threats arrive at the stroke of her crowning, she’ll be ready to fight fire with fire.”
I wish he didn’t talk in riddles, but I’d be foolish to not see the true meaning in his words.
