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“Pink Thunder,” Milo whispered the words like they truly were forbidden. “Wolves with the blood of pureblood descendants, but who are rumored to be demigods.”
The demigod part was new to me, but the pureblood portion was absolutely true.
“It’s the only wolf race that can truly be called a triple threat. Every Pink Thunder wolf is born a leader, obtaining Alpha traits by default. They are gifted with the knowledge and power of a pureblood vampire, and because of the sacred entity hidden within their demigod trait, can conceal their vampire origin without a second thought. They hide it so profoundly that they sometimes forget how powerful they really are unless in a life-and-death situation,” Loki revealed.
I moved to the bed to lay Willow down upon it before Saint and Neo walked over to lay Dimitris onto the other side.
After tucking them both under the thick blanket, Saint walked over to fix Willow’s IV while the rest of us listened to Loki’s explanation as he continued.
“There used to be plenty of them, the majority living in Italy due to how easy it is to connect with other Covens. Purebloods actually acknowledge them as allies and would assist any member of the pack in any realm of need: food, shelter, financial stability. They’re basically guaranteed a good life. But something tells me your Alpha didn’t get such privileges.”
I couldn’t really answer, but the sudden spike of energy in the room made all our eyes land on Neo as he was now smirking devilishly at Loki.
Nico…
“Nico,” Saint whined. “Please don’t kill anyone. Pretty please?”
Nico simply smirked while he slid his hands into his pockets.
“You know a lot, royal heir,” he began as he looked at Loki with great interest. “I questioned your roots before you mentioned coming from the Yang pack. Your side of the family are like living archives, walking around the earth like it’s nobody’s business.”
Loki grinned. “We may not inherit our family’s past through the pool of our ancestor’s blood, but we do earn the privilege of our ancestor’s knowledge as well as the warnings of what our world is destined to face. Think of us as encyclopedias, if you will. Just cooler, sexier, and can talk up a storm during sex. Women love that.”
The way Onyx was glaring at Loki encouraged Milo to keep the conversation moving.
“So does that mean the princess is alright or will she turn into a vampire or something?”
“Princess?” It was Viktor who tossed the question over to Milo, who shrugged.
“She is a princess, when you think about it. I just like to respect her royal title.”
“She’ll be fine,” Loki answered. “Not sure if she knows what she is, but I doubt that matters to her. Regardless, your Alpha looks more than competent enough to know the difference between feeding and changing his prey into a vampire.”
"Why are you so calm about all of this?” Viktor questioned. “Shouldn’t this be shocking to you?”
“Why is that?” Loki inquired.
“He’s a demigod pureblood wolf shifter,” Viktor emphasized. “He’s basically forbidden, if you look in the books.”
"Just like a warlock with a high affinity like yourself,” Loki surprisingly tossed back. We all looked to Viktor as Loki added, “Master Huxley’s son. Older son, if I’m correct.”
“You have a brother?” It was Onyx who questioned the bodyguard, but from his blank expression, it was clear we weren’t going to get an answer from him.
“Every single one of us are endangered wolves with rather lethal combinations of supernatural power. Whether that’s shifter traits, godly gifts, fucked-up concoctions, or intense magic, we each fall into a category of wolves that are literally at the brink of extinction. Unless we broaden our blood lines, the moment we die, we’ll be pretty much wiped off the supernatural world,” he explained. “Which is why we’re such a threat to the Vile Queen, especially those two.”
He pointed to the bed to acknowledge Willow and Dimitris.
“Why those two?” I had to ask because I was fucking curious.
"Imagine if those two have children,” Loki tossed the idea out there for us to imagine the possibilities.
“You mean a mini-Willow with Dimitris’s deep scowl? Or an adorable boy with Willow’s flawless attractiveness?” Saint offered. “They would be kinda cute. They’d probably also dominate the damn world at four years old, but they would be prodigies in the making.”
“You know that’s not what he was encouraging us to imagine,” I tossed at the playboy and watched him grin innocently.
“You’re concerned about them both being triple threats,” Milo announced, grabbing our attention over to him. He actually looked deep in thought as he stroked his chin and his eyes twinkled with a hint of magic.
“What do you mean?” Viktor inquired.
