On the Evil Scale: Keeper of La Tecla (The Key) Book Two

Hours after the siege on Penrith, General Matrx had ordered the Shayds to open a portal, taking him back to the Great City for their vehicles had been destroyed, or melted from the fierce and violent lightning storm. Hating the means of portal jumping, it got him where he needed in an immediate manner, so he paid no attention to the lingering effects. Appearing in the lobby of Parliament, his swift and unexpected presence startled soldiers and creatures off guards. As he gained his balance, shuffling around the gritty floor, still covered with a faint film of dust, he arched his back and shrugged it off.

“General…” soldiers greeted, bowing in the man’s presence.

“Get back to work!” Matrx complained, ignoring their greetings. As he stomped down the hall in fast strides, he barged through the doors leading to the throne room, where Drakuul stood with a single woman bound in chains, begging for her life.

“Ah, just in time.” Drakuul mocked, dismissing the woman who was then dragged away by four Shayds loyal to him, “You’re back early.”

“I’m back exactly when I’m supposed to.” Matrx mocked, “I never would have taken you for a man that like women in chains, so that’s what gets your rocks off eh?” he scoffed.

Drakuul groaned, leering at the General that stood covered in soot and scorch marks on his armor.

“What happened to you, or dare I even ask?” he observed.

“I have some news that might be to your liking, see for yourself.” the Frenchman removed the camcorder and thick stack of rolled papers.

“What’s this?” Drakuul raised a curious brow.

“Information.” Matrx groaned, walking over, sitting down.

Skimming through the papers, the Necromancer was unsure of what it was he was supposed to be looking at, and searching for.

“What am I looking at?” he questioned, raising his gaze.

“The last page toward the bottom.” Matrx waved a hand outward.

Sighing heavily, flipping through the pages once more, Drakuul’s eyes followed the length of the paragraphs to the bottom, when there it was, the name that he despised most, CASTILLION. Gripping the papers tightly, wrinkling their edges, he turned, laying them on the table, feeling a sense of pride.

“Excellent.” he muttered, reading the papers carefully.

“Thought you might like that, but all that matters now is finding…” Matrx stood, “this Isle of Castillion’s precise location which I think we already might know where that could be.”

“Oh?” Drakuul turned to him, “How so?”

“Well, Dakari-Delano went across the Irish Sea toward the fog so…” Matrx shrugged, “that must be where this place, hidden by magic and all that jazz.,” he waved his hands around.

“Leave that to me, and the Red Death.” Drakuul implored with an underlying sinister tone, laying the papers on the table once more.

“The Red De-Death?” Matrx cleared his throat, fearing the creatures’ grand presence and power.

“Yes, the Red Death. My most prized weapon.” Drakuul swiftly, and without warning, opened a portal to another location. As he stepped through it with such ease, it stayed open as if waiting for his presence.

“Sh*t.” Matrx complained. Approaching it slowly, he observed the Necromancer on the other side, beckoning him forward but when he hesitated, he watched as Drakuul reached through, roughly pulling him forward. Shuffling through, landing on solid ground, he pulled away from his brother’s hands. “Don’t ever…do that again, damn it! You know I like coming through at my own time.” he adjusted his armor.

“Yes, well, I wasn’t going to stand around and wait for you to come to your senses and create a tear between dimensions that could crush this world within itself.” Drakuul argued, dusting his hands, closing the portal with a wave of his right hand. As he turned, light cast from the light around the roof top of the Victoria’s Tower upon his weird, and unusual triangular pendant, “Besides, it’s better than taking all of those stairs, do you not think so?” he leered at Matrx.

“I prefer the stairs.” the General complained.

“Mm.” the Necromancer groaned, then turned, gazing upon the dark sky. Strolling along ramps that spread out in all directions, he held onto rails for support, then in a loud powerful voice, he called out to the great serpentine beast that slithered among the black cloud above the city, “Red Death, I summon you! Hear my plea, great dragon!”

Watching as the clouds rolled inward within itself, Matrx thought it looked as if the Heaven’s stirred the natural movement of the clouds. From the disturbance, Harpies and Shadowed Ones shrieked or flew erratically from the concealment. Suddenly, a boom echoed loudly, but it wasn’t thunder, they were roars the shook the ground and the very foundations of the tall tower of which he and his brother stood upon. The General could hear screws and bolts rattling from their firm, secure brackets, as well as the railing that Drakuul fiercely had a grip upon. Then, as the clouds parted dramatically, an ancient beast emerged. Distant echoes of fearful screams could be heard below from the streets as the citizens ran for cover and safety from its terror.

The Red Death, a fire serpent once calling Japan’s Mount Fuji home, slithered from the clouds; his red scales shone from streaks of light from the moon before it was concealed by the evil shadows. Eerily, he slithered down toward the tower, landing roughly on the rooftops, crushing the structures from his massive weight. Squinting his yellow eyes at the figures before him, it focused upon the Necromancer that held such power over it. His four, grand feet and talons dug deeply, breaking off chunks of concrete and brick onto the streets below. As he swerved his head back and forth, he then leaned forward closer to the figures that backed away.

“Master.” the Red Death spoke telepathically in a deep, elegant but raspy voice.

“Red Death…” Drakuul proclaimed, “Arxulet, my fine beast! I have need of you.” he held onto the railing, continuing down the ramp, “I have found him, I have found our old enemy, Marxus Castillion.”

Arxulet snarled his massive snout, then raised his head, releasing one of his deafening roars continuing to shake the ground from his roars and presence. Lowering his head, leering at the figures he growled as he leaned his massive head forward.

“My war is not against the Immortal, what of the Great Blue One?”

“I do not know if he still lives, how could he after suffering all of the injuries from your previous battle?” Drakuul flustered verbally, as he attempted boosting the dragon’s ego from the past battle that he had easily won.

“What’s he saying?” Matrx leaned in, unable to join in on the blunt, telepathic connection between the Necromancer and enslaved beast.

“Enough of the flattery Necromancer, I do not wish to play games! I demand to know what it is you require of me, I grow impatient!” the massive serpentine ordered verbally, without the movement of his lips, “Obedience collar or not.” he referred to the iron collar that was shackled around his thick neck, engraved with necromancy sigils and his name, binding him under the Necromancer’s control.

Turning to Matrx, Drakuul instructed him to reveal their findings.

The General was hesitant, watching as the serpent moved his nose in a closer proximity toward the roof top of the tall tower. Gulping, the Frenchman cleared his throat, finding his words.

“There’s…” his voice cracked nervously, “there’s an island that is uh, located somewhere across the Irish Sea but it’s cloaked by magic that we, or your, Master, can’t break through.” he shifted his stance, “And we believe that it’s protected by Jinn and arcane magic, and yes, that of dragon’s breath. Men have been sent but never returned alive, just their heads. We need…”

“I have heard enough!” Arxulet turned away, “Only I can observe this occurrence for myself, your words are pointless.” he leered at the two men, “Only I can determine if this place that you speak of hold such promise for war but I will need my freedom to do so, if you wish me to complete the task of which you require.” he groaned, leaning his massive head closely to the Necromancer. Breathing heavily from his nostrils, it cast a strong breeze in their faces and through the air, as if air being released from a pressurized seal.

“Red Death…” Drakuul stepped forward, standing before the great serpentine, “you have your freedom but the collar will remain ’til my need for you is done.” he proclaimed.

“Do not remind me Necromancer, but one day, this shackle of which you have bound upon, will be removed and when that day arrives…” Arxulet snapped his jaws toward the figures that stumbled backwards, “heed my warning, I will take my revenge against you. That is, if the enemy does not claim your life before I have the pleasure.” his yellow eyes squinted, before he pushed himself off the rooftop, collapsing it fro his weight. Slithering high back into the air, he turned his long, snake-like body toward the outskirts of the city, cloaking himself.

Searching the skies, hoping to catch glimpse of his form, Matrx saw nothing. Placing his hands on his hips, he argued bluntly.

“W-wait, that’s it?” he looked at Drakuul.

“That is it.” the Immortal turned away, brushing past him.

“I had to be here for that, why?!” Matrx mocked, following after him.

“Ready the army for war, we do this now before it’s too late.”

“Finally.” the General mumbled, “The men and creatures are getting antsy, wanting to crush skulls and eat their enemies.”

Drakuul paused, looking at the General with an unsettling expression.

“Do you realize what you just said?” he muttered.

“Yeah, that came out wrong.” Matrx bit his lip, placing his hands on his ships. Looking at his brother, he finished, “But you know, I say that from the creatures’ point-of-view.” he corrected himself.

“Of course you do.” the Necromancer mocked, “Have those tunnels been cleared out and fortified for use yer?” he turned away.

“Almost, the Trolls and Zarooks have just a little more to clear out.” Matrx walked alongside him, “After that, we’re good to go. I would say, maybe two months, give or take a week.”

“Two months?” Drakuul complained, “Can’t they work any faster?”

“They’re big, and they’re slow.” Matrx argued, “For the time being, there is nothing more we can do, and we certainly can’t have Shayds blasting their way through, collapsing the streets of the city.”

“Mm, two months?” the Necromancer looked at him once more.

“Give or take.” Matrx shrugged.

“Timing, I suppose.” Drakuul nodded, “Have you found the culprit responsible for stealing and deleting the documents?”

“Not yet, he’s a sneaky bastard but the soldiers are out there looking.”

“That’s what you said about the units that you sent out, but look…” Drakuul mocked holding out his hands, gesturing around, “they had never returned, instead we get their heads.”

“They weren’t the best, and they were expendable.” Matrx groaned.

“Like you?”

“More like you.” Matrx scoffed, then glanced around, “Are we done?”

“We’re done.” Drakuul moaned. Opening another portal, he stepped through but it closed quickly behind him before the General had a chance to follow.

“Enfoiré et sa putain de magie ! Il peut le prendre, le fourrer dans son cul de nécromancien et tomber mort!” Matrx cursed in his French tongue, complaining that Drakuul can take his magic and shove it up his a** and as he turned, he saw the door behind, “Stairs.” he rasped in English. Stomping forward, descending the stairs, he wiped sweat from his brows and neck, even though he was athletic with a high endurance, not even the fittest person cold ascend or descend flights of stairs without breaking a sweat or becoming winded. All except for Wraiths and Nightwalkers. Leaning forward, resting his hands on the walls, catching his breath, he took deep steady breaths then stood straight, storming through the lobby and out onto the streets where he briefly engaged in a heated skirmish against Shayds and mortals that were brave enough to attack him. He handled himself powerfully against the handful of men that attacked with their weapons or shot blasts of their arcane magic but he was swift avoiding their strikes. As he struck them down, leaving their bodies lying on the streets, he let out a deep grunt, wiping his blades clean on the pant leg of one of the women that struck him first. Making his way toward the large, temporary headquarters setup in Westminster Abbey and Parliament Square Garden, there were soldiers camped in each location, while the Nightwalkers were kept elsewhere in cages with the creatures in their containment areas. Having all the Shayds, Lycynians and mortal soldiers gathered, he began instructing them to collect all of their armor and weapons, provisions and camping gear for the command to march out could be given at any moment, “But first, have any of you found who we’re looking for?” he looked around, “They could not have gone far.” he finished, lowering his megaphone.

“Not yet, General.” a soldier answered.

“F*ck me…” Matrx ran his hands down his face, then sighed, “Keep the search going and let me know when the Trolls and Zarooks are done in the tunnels, now give me your radio.” he held out his hand, waiting for gadget. Once placed in his gloved hand, he gave further orders that were heard on every soldiers’ radio spread out across the city.

“We have a problem.” Azir paced the study, weeks after the arrival of Penrith’s refugees.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” I complained, leaning back in the chair, “But what is it?” I watched the Jinn pacing nervously, “Can you please stop pacing? You’re making me nervous.” I aggressively tapped my fingers on the arms of the chair, beginning to steam.

Turing to her, standing still, Azir finished.

“The magic that my kin and I, as well as the Demons on the Isle put in place, the magic that protects this island, down to its foundations is beginning to diminish, as if something is feed from it. I’m not sure how that’s possible but it is.” he revealed, exaggerating slightly, but in this matter, there was nothing to exaggerate about.

“Why is this happening?” Anthony questioned, sitting alongside his brother.

“He’s not wrong.” Wyatt affirmed, standing by the door, folding his arms.

“W-well, what does this mean for us?” Lady D muttered softly.

“Hopefully, nothing.” Azir groaned, looking around the room “I’d like to think that because of the chaos taking place, the negative rush of new energies is breaking it down, I don’t know. That’s the only thing that I can think of, this is something that I have never seen, or encountered before.” he turned to Natash, sharing a brief nod, “Or it could be something else.”

“Something else, what do you mean something else?” I worried.

“I have my suspicions but I would prefer knowing first, before I give my opinion on the matter.” Azir proclaimed, looking at her, “With your permission, my kin and I will repair the magic the best that we can, with the aid of the most powerful Demons on the island, for it is also their magic that protects the Isle.” he glanced toward Wyatt, who nodded agreeably.

“Azir, when it comes to anything or everything magical, do first and answer questions later.” I stood, veering around the desk, “If there’s anything I can, even though it might not be much, let know and I’ll try.” I shrugged.

“You, dear girl, are doing far more than you should, or think but yes, there is something you can do.” Natash added.

“Anything.” I urged.

“We could your Zyphyn’s help to enhance the dragon’s presence on the island, it’s newer and I don’t think he has had the chance to…” she paused, flickering her fingers, “weave his magic into the barrier, I think it could help in putting the balance back together.”

“Weave?” Thomas muttered.

“Yes, weave.” Natash glanced at the Italian, “Think of it as one giant upside down basket like a dome covering something from sight.” she used her hands expressively, creating an image that appeared in all of the minds that were present, “It sounds more complicated than it is, I know, but I would guess from some that don’t practice practice, you find it more difficult to understand. However…” she respectfully, and elegantly offered Thomas a nod, then glanced toward Wyatt, “I am sure the purebloods present can understand what I speak of, yes?”

I understood what the Jinn meant, but yet somehow I still felt a bit left out of the equation. Smiling, I glanced at both Natash and Azir, and even though my mouth formed the smile, my expressive dark eyes did not.

Anthony, taking notice of her feminine insecurity, stood and walked toward her, placing his arms around her, holding her close in a gentle, comforting embrace.

“They didn’t forget about you, my darling.” he whispered in her ear, then glanced down at her, raising her chin to lift her gaze.

“I know that.” I nodded, looking up at him, then glanced at the Jinn, “I will talk to Abraxas about it, and even though I’m not magical like you, or the other Demons, I will have to be present in order things go smoothly. Abraxas won’t listen to anyone else, not even I give him instructs to do so.”

“Of course, child.” Natash approached, reassuring her gently, “And do me, all of us a favor, never say that you’re not magical because you are.” she grinned, gently placing a hand upon her shoulder, “You’ve done a lot without pureblood magic, and that my dear, takes quite a lot of courage.”

“That’s what I keep telling her.” Anthony added.

“As wonderful as this tender moment is, we need to do this tonight, I think the sooner the better.” Azir interrupted, “So if you are going to alert everyone on the island, I suggest you do is soon before that bulk of a man insists otherwise.” he groaned, referring to Leonus who had argued with the Jinn on several private occasions.

“All right.” I cleared my throat, “I’ll send word to everyone to gather outside the wall, bigger space and better reach for what will need to be said. However…” I glanced at Wyatt, “I’ll need a louder voice so Marxus didn’t by any chance, have a megaphone up there among his secret stash of binoculars, did he?” I grinned.

“Not sure, but…” Wyatt chuckled, “I could check.”

“Great, thank you.” I announced, “Good, we got this.” I felt a lump in my throat, feeling words wanting to form but I couldn’t find my voice to speak them verbally. Swallowing them deeply, I let out a soft sigh then glanced up at Anthony, sharing an affectionate smile.

“I can’t believe this.” Lady D rasped softly in complaint.

“Dear woman…” Natash approached, sitting beside her, “no matter what, war is inevitable and will always find its way into the world.”

“I know that, I do, but it doesn’t mean I’m prepared for it.” Lady D fretted, glancing at her trembling hands, “I thought we were safe here, that’s what Marxus promised and now look…” she raised her gaze, studying the Nubian Jinn Queen, “here we are, suffering the same fear we faced when leaving the Great City.” she stood, needing time to herself. Striding across the room with her dress flowing behind her, she stepped outside, standing at the top of the stairs, leaning over the railing slightly.

“Mommy?” a young woman’s voice rasped.

Turing around, Lady D gazed upon her daughter who stood in the doorway, silhouetted from the light cast through the curtains of the patio doors.

“Mommy, I need you…” I approached her, standing next to her, “I need you to be strong.” I reached for her hands.

“A person can only be strong for so long before they lose hope, I am pretty sure you know that.” Lady D looked into her daughter’s dark eyes.

“Yes, but…as scary as this, we have help now, something that the city didn’t have at the time, despite the efforts of those living there.” I complained, pulling my hands away, running them along the railing, “And this time, we’re not fleeing but I need you. I can’t be strong for us both.”

Studying her daughter closely, seeing that she grown, not of size or age, but of wisdom and power, Lady D grinned, nodding quickly.

“You’re right, I’m sorry.” she rasped, “I’m only thinking of myself.”

“No you’re not, you’re just like everyone else worrying about, well…” I looked at her, “everything at once, I get it.” I shrugged, “But listen, I want you to go back to the dwelling and gather the other magical practitioners, again, and make sure they come to the meeting, hmm?”

“Okay.” Lady D nodded, accepting the task, “Katrina might not like it though.”

“Pfft…Katrina, she can stick her head in a bucket.” I teased, “And I am being nice.” I nudged her, “Honestly, she can.”

“Well…” Lady D rasped, looking around, “that is true.” she laughed.

Sharing the laugh, and mother-daughter moment, it felt like old days.

Three hours passed, and the army gathered outside the gates, as did all of the residents from their homes, and guests from the Inn, for all present needed, and wanted to know about the events taking place.

Lady D had gathered the witched and warlocks, despite Katrina and her persistent arguments, and even Leonus stood toward the back of the thick crowd with Heather and Jonathan’s parents, who held onto Lucy tightly.

Standing outside the gates, scanning all of the curious faces, I felt the nerves doing somersaults and the knots twisting in my stomach. As I turned to Nick and Caleb, who had to set up their band speakers and microphone for the announcement, I accepted the microphone then I hunched, listening to the loud ringing over the speakers. Looking at the two Wraiths who struggled to turn it down, I received a thumbs up as if I were good to go. Clearing my throat, tapping the surface of the microphone, hearing it over the speakers, I began the revelations.

The crowd gasped, knowing she was doing the right thing in coming forward, instead of keeping them all in the dark.

Leonus listened, nodding in agreement as he scrunched his mouth.

“W-was that a nod?” Heather looked at him.

“No…” he coughed, “I was just, I had a kink in my neck.” he swiftly rubbed his neck.

“Mm-hmm.” the Irishwoman groaned, then glanced down at Daniel, “Oh no, Daniel sweetheart, no…” she reached for the small boy that wanted to play with Lucy who shrieked as his hands reached for her, “I’m sorry.” she apologized, looking at Susan and Jonathan Sr.

“It’s all right.” Jonathan Sr grinned, lifting Lucy back into his arms.

“He’s such a sweet boy.” Susan knelt, greeting the boy that smiled. She paid no attention to his disfigured nature and deformities, “Why hello there, Daniel.” she combed a strand of hair out his eyes but he pulled away, hiding his features, “It’s all right.”

Heather appreciated their compassion, then glanced at Leonus who stepped forward, pushing his way through the crowd, making his way toward the front.

“Leonus!” she called out to him, but he didn’t reply, “Sh*t.”

“Sh*t, ha-ha, sh*t…” Daniel repeated innocently, clapping his hands.

“Sweetheart, no…that’s a bad word, and we don’t say bad words.” Heather knelt down, picking him up, having a strong back to carry his weight. Scanning the crowd, she could see Leonus’ 6’6 bulk near the front.

“What do you need from us?” the Scotsman’s voice boomed.

Ugh, Leonus Lancaster. I had almost forgotten his existed.

“Advice, strategy…anything that could help us in the fight to come.” I answered clearly, “And this time, it doesn’t matter who had years of experience, anything from anyone.”

“And will you let us perform said actions, or will you shut ’em down like you did in the Boar-wolf cave?” Leonus argued with her, and the distance they had kept from each other, didn’t last long.

“I’ll be in the dining hall, if you have what we need, you can find me there.” I finished, not giving the Scotsman the satisfaction that I had acknowledged his presence. Turning my back to the crowd, handing the microphone back to Nick, I nodded, “Thank you.” I grinned.

“No problem.” the Wraith nodded, then unplugged the pieces.

Walking through the outer gates, with Zanzabarr and Abraxas close, I didn’t look back, keeping my stride focused forward with as much confidence I could muster after being in Leonus’ presence. Returning to Ravenstone Manor with my mom, Erik, Jonathan, Anthony and Thomas, as well Azir and Natash, it didn’t take lone for the dining hall to become packed with men, literally bringing their expertise to the table. Listening to each of their backgrounds, there were many.

Standing near the kitchen, Derek drank a beer he retrieved from the fridge, with one of his comrades, a fellow Lycynian that was in his unit that was attacked five years ago.

The man was a rugged looking, his black skin was smooth but blemished with faint scars, and he had his head shaved. Old acne scars left his face with deep pockmarks. He went by his last name Foster, and preferred being addressed as such, as well as still holding the title of Lieutenant from time-to-time. Sipping the cold beer that he held in hand, he studied the young woman across the room that stood talking with other men.

“So…that’s the girl, huh?” he questioned in a gruff, American accent.

“Yep.” Derek gestured his bottle toward her, “She’s got guts though.”

“Guts?” Lt Foster raised a curious brow, “What do you mean? She’s just a half-breed, isn’t she?” he scratched his chin, then adjusted the chain hanging around his neck with his military tags.

“Half-breed, yes.” Derek mumbled, “You’ll see.”

“Hmm.” Lt Foster nodded, taking another sip.

“Hey…” Derek slapped his back, “we’re up.” he observed her waving a hand, beckoning them forward, “Here we go.” he turned, quickly placing the bottle on the counter behind him.

Lt Foster took another long sip, then followed after his comrade. He was familiar with the mainland, doing occasional stealth task before the Great City’s takeover, so he mapped the way of the land, keeping all of the data and recordings of his past missions and scouts. Give or take the size, he laid down what looked to be laptop but as he swiftly opened the screens that collapsed for easier travel, he pressed a small button hidden among the frame, then stood back, watching as the 3 screens powered up, displaying their logo before needing his sign-in access code. Quickly typing it, the screens changed.

“This is ridiculous, more gadgets and gizmos aren’t going to help us win this war!” Leonus mocked arrogantly.

Lt Foster leered toward the Scotsman, then glanced toward Derek.

“That’s the man, huh?” he moaned. Receiving no reply, his dark eyes glanced back toward the Scotsman, “So, you’re the infamous Leonus Lancaster.”

“I am, you’ve heard of me?” Leonus felt his ego fluff slightly, keeping his muscular arms folded across his broad chest.

“Not really.” Lt Foster mocked, then leaned forward, leaving Leonus’ ego deflating quickly, “This gadget and gizmo works like any GPS…” he looked around at all of the curious faces, “but not quite.” his left hand swiped across the screen.

“Not quite, what does that mean?” Erik questioned curiously.

Lt Foster tapped the screen once more, then swiped it upward and as he lowered his hand, a holographic image projected from the screens, hovering in the air above the gadget. Resembling a detailed Google Earth navigation, it allowed him to move the screen around, zooming in or out, and other things. Placing red pings on the map of the large mainland, we could see the small speck on the water that faded in or out from the fog that crept across the map.

“How did you get these images?” Sarah wondered, taking noticed of hills, mounds and ridges along the landscapes, even the shadows that they cast.

“That was the hard part.” Lt Foster looked at her.

“I thought airspace above the Isle was private.” I moaned firmly, as I gestured at the map, “Or at least that’s what Bartholomieu told me.”

“Bartholo-who?” Leonus barked in confusion.

“Nevermind.” I rolled my eyes, wanting to ignore him completely.

The grueling meeting lasted for hours, into the late morning, proving to be productive as many came forward with strategic maneuvers and plans. All except for Leonus who stood silent, leaning against one of the large windows.

“You’re awfully quiet over there, Lancaster!” Derek’s voice echoed as he called out to the Scotsman, “Don’t you have anything to add?”

“Add this point, does it matter? My opinion will be pushed aside and ignored.” he lowered his folded arms, leering at the Samoan, “I am…” he approached, “just ’ere observing the stupidity that that runt…” he leered toward Yzavela, “is spewing from her childish mouth, for she is making the final decisions after all, isn’t she?”

“Gee, someone got their ball and pr*ck in twist.” Lt Foster mocked, then cleared his throat, looking toward Yzavela, “Sorry.” he hushed.

“I’ve heard, and said far worse.” I smiled then added loudly, “But by all means Leonus, if you have a suggestion, we are all dying to hear it.” I gestured around the hall, calling his bluff once more.

“Aye…” he pushed forward, “all right.” he approached the map that still hovered, glitching every now and then, “We’re all talkin’ about ways to defend the Isle is this…Drakuul comes to us.” his blue eyes looked around, “But what YOU haven’t considered…” he leered at Yzavela, “is the possibility of going to him.” he leaned forward, and rested his hands on the table, “It would certainly be something that he and his militia wouldn’t expect, no?”

Taking notice that many around the room agreed with him, he had a point and one I wouldn’t dismiss but there were holes in that plan, ones that I wasn’t afraid to confront. Stepping forward, standing next to his 6’6 bulk, our height difference was extremely noticeable, and I knew I DID look like a runt compared to him.

“I agree with Leonus, and with everyone else, but there’s one thing…” I raised a suggestive finger, “wrong with that plan.”

“Of course there is, and what would it be?” Leonus leered at her with such distaste and loathing.

“Considering all of the destruction taking place, where would all of us, our militia hide along the way?” I looked up at the Scotsman, “I know you can’t expect us to just march down the little brick road and sing loudly enough for them to hear us!” I finished truthfully.

Azir, Natash and their kin remained quiet, watching how she handled the tasks of war, and glancing at each other, they nodded in approval for she wasn’t doing half bad.

“Drakuul has ships, you saw them among the rubble on the island.” I continued, “Not to mention drones, Harpies and more of those god damn Shadowed Ones, so what if we’re caught or spotted, hmm? We would be followed every steps of the way and wouldn’t have a chance to knock on Drakuul’s door, because he would greet with fire and death before anyone here, or out there…” I gestured toward the large windows, referring to others camped outside, “could raised a single weapon, much less sh*t in their pants. The smell alone I’m sure, will be a giveaway that we’re there.”

Lt Foster, and many others, chuckled.

“Did she just?” Lt Foster looked at Derek.

“Told you.” the Samoan added.

“Damn.”

“We wouldn’t be out in the open for them to see.” Leonus argued, “I am sure magic fingers over there and there…” he leered toward the Jinn and Demons that were present, “could cloak us from them, yes?”

“Of course they could but how would we get there, genius? Tell me, how would we get almost twenty-five hundred warriors over onto the mainland, swim?” I paused, hearing low laughter erupt from around the hall, “We don’t have enough ferries to get everyone across back and forth, and even if we did, it would take too long, and time we do not have. So that leave portal jumping, the Jinn and Demons here are more than capable of using them but you’re against the use of magic of any kind, so there goes that, and of course, not to mention just one more thing.”

“Bloody hell, don’t you ever shut the f*ck up?!” Leonus mocked, then shifted his weight as he unfolded his arms.

“When I’m finished making my point, yes!” I snapped, “None of us here, except for those who have traveled here, know what the terrain is like on the mainland, we need vehicles on order to cross and those numbers would be attract a lot of attention from the…”

“Drones and ships, you’ve said that already. You sound like broken tape recorder.” Leonus finished her sentence as if agreeing with her.

“She’s right!” Lady D announced.

“No one asked you woman, you’re not a warrior so go back to playin’ with your plants and rocks!” Nathan argued loudly, and bluntly.

Lady D might not have been as extensive in her magical practices like her fellow witches and warlocks, or the Jinn, but she did know how to work with said plants and rocks.

’If I were you Nathan, I would be careful what you steal from the greenhouse…” the mother and Wiccan warned, “because what you might think is an herb to smoke, just might turn out to be a stem or leaves of Wolfsbane, or even the cannabis plant might be infused just a little bit with liquid silver mixed into the soil.”

Nathan gulped, knowing he stole many herbs to get his kicks. As he broke his gaze, he sunk into himself, stepping through the crowd for he wanted to hide away from prying eyes.

Making eye contact with my mom, I offered her a smile of praised.

“Everyone’s right in their own ways, even you.” I looked back up at Leonus, “But there is one thing that we are not doing, and we are not leaving the Isle. For some of us, it’s been years since we stepped foot back on the mainland that’s foreign terrain, and knowing every inch of this island, gives us the only advantage against Drakuul and Matrx, as well as their militia and legions.”

Knowing that she had made her point, Azir stepped forward adding his two cents to the conversation, knowing more about the Immortal.

“She is right.” he turned, facing everyone, “Drakuul isn’t just a mere mortal like most of you, he’s a powerful Immortal and Necromancer, practicing the darkest, most forbidden arts. You might think he’s just a man, but he is not. One century ago, my kin and I fought against him alongside Marxus, and back then he was at his prime in all of his magical capabilities, but now he is limited. However…he had gained enough magic back to cause the destruction that has taken place now, and enough to conjure the beasts that roam those streets. Imagine what happens if he were to regain his full power?” he paused; his eyes scanned all of the curious faces staring back at him, even Leonus, “He is not a man to be reckoned with lightly, if he finds a way onto this island, he will destroy everything, and everyone on it. With that said, I agree with Yzavela, we stay here and defend what we, and all of you, know. That is our ONLY true advantage.”

Natash grinned, admiring her husband and King. She, and her kin were proud of him and raising their heads in acknowledgement, their stature and presence were fascinating.

“Oi, if you know this Necromancer so bloody well, why don’t you go into the Great City and end it all with your magic then?” one of the other Lycynians loyal to Leonus, barked loudly and mockingly.

“We could Lycynian, just as easily as we can destroy you where you stand but this Necromancer is very smart.” Natash stepped forward, “He could have traps set, magical fail safes, so to speak and if anyone with outside magic tampers with it, even that of Jinn, who knows the destruction that it could create. Although…” she leered at the bulk of a man, “our kin could easily disable them, where would the rest of your be, hmm?” she folded her arms, “In a place where he might have other plans and distractions that you can’t see? Do you still want to march your way in there and carry out your suggestion?” she firmly, and femininely, placed her hands on his hips.

Biting his lip, slurs sprung to mind, but he kept them to himself, and even though he would NEVER admit, he knew everyone was right. He just wanted to start a war, bringing to life his warring roots of a Viking, and had hopes of making the Yzavela look like a fool. As he backed away, blending his bulk among the other tall figures, it was his red hair that made him stand out.

“Thank you, Natash.” I appreciate, sharing an appreciative nod, “I’ve heard all of your wonderful ideas and tactics, for that I thank you.” I looked around, “I’ll talk them over with Azir, Derek and yes…” I let out a deep sigh, “even you Leonus, and once a plan is set in motion, I will send the instructions and plans to everyone else.” I received a sea of immediate nods of agreement, “Great, thank you. Now, go spend time with your family and friends, while we have the time to do so.” I ended the conversation, and meeting.

As the others left it was Azir, Natash, Derek and Lt Foster, Nick and Caleb, Erik, Jonathan and Lady D, as well as Anthony and Thomas, even Hiromi that stayed behind, gathering around the map that was still operating.

“Since we’re not leaving the island, and the two of you…” Derek’s dark eyes glanced toward Azir and Yzavela, “are the only ones to see what we’re up against, Foster and I will have to see for ourselves.”

“I thought we agreed going to the mainland was out of the question?” Erik snapped, “So how are you going to get there, swim?”

“Erik…” Hiromi’s voice argued bluntly.

“What!?” the arrogant Demon shrugged, “I was just asking what I’m sure everyone was thinking, right?” he looked around.

“Not everyone thinks the way you do, Erik.” Anthony added bluntly.

“I wasn’t talking to you!” Erik barked, “Don’t you have a compound to get, and b*tches to hump or something like that?”

“Erik!?” I instructed loudly as I stood, “Leave, I want you to leave!” I leered in his direction, pointing toward the entrance, leading out to the foyer, but he hesitated, “Don’t make me say it again.” I warned.

Erik scoffed, nodding in acceptance of his dismissal. Storming out of the hall, he glanced back hoping his father would be close behind, but he wasn’t. frowning, he huffed then disappeared.

Hiromi never felt more ashamed by the level of disrespect. Closing his eyes, sighing heavily, he felt a comforting hand placed on his right shoulder. Raising his head, opening his eyes, there stood Lady D who handed him a glass of juice.

Anthony growled, clenching his fists, but managed to contain both his Latino and Lycynian temper. Remaining quiet, he sat nearby.

“Are you all right?” I walked over, sitting next to Anthony.

“I’m fine, little Yza.” he answered her, “Nothing I haven’t heard.” he looked away shamefully.

“Hey, don’t turn from me.” I reached out, turning his focus toward me.

“Wow, if I wanted this much drama I would have to drama school.” Lt Foster spoke, then looked at Derek, “Now, what’s this about a…” he scratched his chin once more, “dragon?”

“Two, actually.” Derek raised two fingers, as if giving the peace sign.

“T-two?” Lt Foster grew curious, “Sh*t…”

“Mm, and speaking of dragons…” Derek muttered then announced, “if it’s all right with you…” he looked toward Yzavela and Azir, “I think Foster and I should ride back to the mainland to scout the area with our own eyes. That way we can see what we’re up against and have better plans in place. Plus, we can take pictures and videos for everyone else on the island to see for themselves.

“Have you ever been a dragon?” Azir questioned.

“No.” Derek groaned.

“Does flying, and jumping out of a helicopter called the DRAGON count?” Lt Foster joked, but received no reaction, “Tough crowd.” he backed away, surrendering his voice.

“Azir will speak to Axeon about it, and hopefully he won’t object.” I looked toward Azir, “Right?”

“We will see.” Azir nodded.

“Cool.” Lt Foster clapped his hands together, “He doesn’t eat people, does he?’

“Only when he’s hungry, Lycynians are his delicacy.” Natash teased.

“Oh…” Lt Foster gulped humorously, “there’s that then.” he gave a brief smirk, then glanced at Derek.

“But only one of you.” I announced firmly, “I don’t want too many strangers on his back, been there and done that, and it was difficult for him.”

“Great, I”ll get some toys together.” Lt Foster revealed, “And don’t worry, I’ll keep the whole uh, riding-on-the-back-of-a-dragon thing between us.” he winked.

Before I, or Derek could reply, Leonus stormed his way into the hall.

“Oh god, now what?” Lady D complained.

“That red ape is really pushing his limits.” Hiromi groaned.

“You both said it.” Natash walked over, joining them.

“Here we go.” I groaned, looking at Anthony.

“Little Yza, I must ask you something.” the Italian looked at her.

“Anything.” I studied his handsome features.

“It’s about what Erik said, about being in the compound and…” he paused, not wanting to repeat the young man’s words.

“He was only lashing out, you know that.” I moaned softly, knowing that we had this conversation in the beginning of our relationship, but I understood that when they shift, they lose their consciousness that makes them mortal, something I had read in the Lycynian book, “I won’t lie and say it doesn’t bother me, because it does, I would be stupid, but I know that you would never do that deliberately to me.” I affectionately stroked his chin, “You and I have talked about this, I don’t want you to worry about me.”

“But I do, and I always will.” he leaned his head against hers, “I love you too much, and I would rather die than ever hurt you, in my other form or otherwise.”

“I love you too.” I purred his ear, then placed a soft kiss to his cheek, then glanced toward the entrance where Leonus ranted loudly.

“Go…” Anthony urged her gently, “we’ll talk about this later.”

Nodding, leaning in quickly, sharing a soft kiss, I stood then rushing toward Azir, Derek and Leonus. Who continued his declarations; his voice agitated both Abraxas and Zanzabarr who laid nearby. They had immediately rushed to my side, showing they itched to sink their teen and fangs into the Scotsman.

“Time is of the essence, and you’re talkin’ bout riding on the back of a f*cking dinosaur?!” Come on, we should just get the army together, and head out to the Great City! Take the chance before we no longer have the upper hand.” he barked.

Derek stepped forward, growing tired of the man’s barking voice; he braced his stance, swinging his large fist, pounding it against the tall Scotsman’s jaw.

Grunting deeply from the force of the impact, Leonus stumbled back to the ground, landing on the hard floor.

Huffing, Derek flashed his yellow eyes and snarled his fangs.

“I have had it with you, Leonus…we have all had it! After everything that’s happened, and after everything that you’ve done, you just don’t f*cking learn, or listen! That girl over there…” the Samoan pointed at Yzavela, “is trying everything she can to protect this place, and all you’re doing is standing in her way every god damn step of the way, I won’t allow it anymore, none of us will!” he growled aggressively.

Pushing himself into a sitting position before springing to his feet, the Scotsman rubbed his jaw, flexing the muscles. Leering up at the tall Samoan above him, he barked fiercely in a rage, pushing himself to his feet.

“How dare you, how dare you punch your alpha?! You are nothing but a f*cking beta, you hold no rank to challenge me!” he spat at the ground.

“Here we go with the men measuring their sticks.” Lady D groaned.

Natash, sitting next to her, chuckled softly.

“Sorry.” Lady D smiled.

“Don’t be, it was well said and true.” the Nubian Queen nodded.

Nick and Caleb stood nearby, placing their hands on their weapons, and tranquilizer guns ready for use, but glancing toward Yzavela, she shook her head, allowing the Lycynians to settle their differences and without the interference of Guardians or her presence.

“He’s right!” Anthony announced quickly, as he stood from the table. Approaching Derek, standing alongside him, he leered at Leonus and spat at his feet, disowning the man’s status, “You’re no alpha Leonus, not anymore. Who in their right mind will follow someone who was caught and bound by a woman?” he glanced toward Yzavela, “Hmm? A woman that you hate so much, took you down and took away the one thing that makes you who you are, other than that, do you want to know what I, and everyone else sees?” he held out his arms, “A big f*cking coward that relies on his brute strength and rank in order to be a man.”

Before Leonus could argue, there was a loud roar that echoed within the hall. Covering their ears, everyone glanced around, then spotted Abraxas standing upon his mother’s shoulder with his large wings stretched out, and tail flicking slowly.

“You’ve made your point…” I declared firmly, and loudly enough, “if you want to continue your little, whatever the f*ck this is, you’re taking it outside or I will have all of you locked away to transition in a cramped cell, TOGETHER!” I frowned, then looked at Anthony, knowing that I could show favoritism, so that meant even him, “You save your rage, and hatred for each other, for the war!”

Derek, glancing past Anthony’s shoulder, looked at her, knowing she would see that warning through without hesitation. Nodding in both agreement and apology, he tapped Anthony’s on the back, urging him to back away for it wasn’t worth it anymore. Looking for Lt Foster, he walked alongside him, heading outside, while both Anthony and Leonus shared a menacing stare down before they too, parted ways.

“Aren’t you going to stop them from doing something stupid?” Lady D questioned her daughter softly.

“Even though it’s my duty as Keeper to maintain the balance between everyone here, that is not my place, and I’m not stupid enough to get in the middle of it, half-breed or Keeper.” I muttered, sitting next to her, then glanced toward the windows, hearing men shouting loudly, “Oh god, what now?” I stood, rushing toward the windows, and as I, and others gathering around me peered through the glass, there they were, Leonus, Derek and Anthony, as well Lt Foster and many that followed Leonus engaging in a heated skirmish, “Jes*s Chr*st…” I cursed, then pushed through the figures behind me, running across the hall.

“Yza?!” Lady D called out to her.

“Yza!” Jonathan shouted.

“LEONUS!” I screamed in an ear piercing shriek that made the men cringe. Watching as he lowered a hand ready to strike Anthony, I took a step forward, keeping Abraxas and Zanzabarr close by just in case I needed them to attack the Scotsman, “Leonus, listen to me!” I barked firmly.

“What?!” the Scotsman leered at her over his broad shoulder, “What can you possibly say that will change anything, hmm?”

“You want the island? It’s yours.” I announced.

“What?!” Azir appeared behind her, looking down at her.

“Yza, no…what are you doing?” Lady D protested.

“You can’t be serious?!” Jonathan argued.

“Yzavela, no…” Anthony pleaded.

“Everyone shut up, just shut the f*ck up!” I shouted as I steamed.

Leonus lowered his hand, turning to her, taking slow menacing steps.

“I’m listening.” he muttered with extreme interest.

“I will make you a deal right here, right now, in front of everyone.” I continued, ignoring the side comments and objections, “If we make it through this god damn war and I die…the island is yours.” I held out my hands, gesturing at the estate, “No one, not even the Jinn will stop you. But…” I approached the 6’6 bulk of a man, “if there is the chance that I do survive, every single f*cking Lycynian loyal to you on this island, will pack their sh*t and get the f*ck off its shores, and where you go, I don’t care.” I backed away, “Just as long…as it’s not here.” I folded my arms, “So…” I squinted my dark eyes, “with that said, what do you say Leonus?”

“Y-you can’t…do that, it’s not…” the Scotsman stuttered.

“I just did, take it or leave it because the offer expires in ten seconds.” I frowned, “Ten, nine…”

“Agreed.” he accepted eagerly, puffing his chest, “And if I win, every Wraith, Demon, half-breed and Jinn…” he studied their figures that stood behind her, “will be thrown into the sea for fish food, drown I don’t care.” he gloated, “And them?” he pointed at both the dragon and wolf, “I will wear his furs around my shoulders and then have a big pot of dragon stew.”

The wolf and dragon released their warnings.

“There’s one little hiccup about this deal, though?” I taunted, playing a trick, “It only applies when the war starts on that field, no sooner.” I mocked with a mischievous grin, “So, before you have the chance to rant on about this, or that, and your rights or whatever…” I glanced at Nick and Caleb, “take him to the cells and lock him up with the others that support him. And tranquilize them while you’re at it.” I finished.

“What?!” Leonus barked, taking a step forward but then he felt the stings of darts puncturing through the fabric of his vest and shirt. As he glanced down, there were four darts, “Sh*t…” he groaned, taking a shuffling step before falling forward.

The Lycynians that supported, attempted to run but the two swift Wraiths sped after them, darting them as well. Waving hands toward the manor where they knew Yzavela could see them, they placed the dart guns back in their holsters then knelt down, teleporting the men to the cells before coming back for Leonus.

“Yza, I can’t believe you just did that!” Anthony argued, adjusting his shirt and belt.

“That was bold, too bold.” Derek added.

“I cannot believe you just gambled the Keeper’s position like that, as if means nothing to you!” Azir protested his concern, “What if what you said is true, what if something DOES happen to you?!”

“Gee, thank you Azir.” I argued.

“Sweetheart, he’s right.” Lady D added softly, “That was too risky.”

“Aye…” Hiromi nodded, “it was. That man didn’t give up before, but now you gave him a reason to never stop trying to claim what he think is his property.”

“They’re all right, Yza.” Anthony approached her, “Are you sure you want to play this game against a man that is ruthless down to his core?”

“It’s too late to go back now, and I don’t plan on dying out there.” I argued, “And you certainly, didn’t help. I know you’re being all sorts of chivalrous but that was completely unnecessary and as much as I love you…” I turned to him quickly, placing my hands on his chest, “I can’t show my favorites, you know that.” I looked into his eyes.

“So, if you win and all of the Lycynians are banished, does that mean me as well?” Anthony wondered curiously, knowing the position that he put her in.

“Of course not, Derek either.” I glanced toward the Samoan.

“I have nothing against anyone.” Derek nodded in agreement.

“Me either.” Lt Foster added.

“But what if you lose?” Azir questioned bluntly, folding his arms, “I will not stand by and let this happen, not while my kin and I are here to prevent it.”

“And there’s that.” I grinned.

“There’s what?” Natash looked around innocently.

Derek, studying her closely, knew she had something planned.

“You tricked him.” he rasped curiously.

“Yes, I did but he doesn’t know that.” I looked around, studying all of the curious faces staring at me, “He thinks it’s that simple to just sign it all over to him, or for him to just take the seat in the study, but he doesn’t realized that it’s far more complicated than that. He doesn’t know about the orb stone…” I looked at Azir, “or all of the paperwork that needs to be signed, and unless I call Bartholomieu and have it all turned over to Leonus, nothing is official and you two will make sure that it doesn’t happen by whatever means.” I nodded toward Azir and Natash, “For you Azir, in front of everyone here, I name the next Keeper in case something happens to me.”

Azir felt stunned, and put on the spot, for he turned it down once.

“I don’t like this…” he shook his head, “but, if that’s what you wish, than who am I argue? However, if I were to accept the task, there will no longer be those that insist on rioting up trouble.” his golden eyes glanced toward Derek and Lt Foster, “Especially outsiders.”

“Not a problem, really.” Derek raised his hands.

“What he said.” Lt Foster pointed at Derek, then shared a quick grin.

“All right…” I cleared my throat, “now that that’s been said, Derek?” I turned to the Samoan nearby, “I’ll leave you and Azir to discuss the details about riding on Axeon, especially since he’s in better contact with the dragon, magically speaking of course.”

“Yeah, sure.” Derek nodded, then glanced at the Jinn, receiving a nod in approval then walked after him as he turned, strolling around the manor.

“Jonathan?” I looked at him, “Go home, be with your family. Please.”

“Y-yeah, okay.” he nodded, then backed away with Hiromi, talking.

“You, my dear baby girl, are either stupid or brave.” Lady D argued, “To bargain everything Marxus gave you? That’s dangerous, and even more so when deal with someone like Leonus.” she sighed softly.

“She’s right, little Yza.” Anthony mumbled.

“Leonus is no different than Drakuul, or then men in the town with no name, even the Hunters that captured Axeon and look at this?” I muttered, “We’re still alive.”

“Barely.” Anthony complained, “I got shot, remember?”

“Don’t remind me, but you know what I mean.” I groaned softly.

“We do yes, but still…it was a shock hearing you make that sort of deal with Leonus. You know he won’t stop now, like Hiromi said.” Lady D finished.

“It’s said, and done now. There’s nothing I can but win and live.” I looked at my mom and Anthony, then glanced down at Zanzabarr and Abraxas, “And two you? If something happens to me, I want you to kill Leonus.” I knelt in front of them, scratching the wolf’s thick neck and the dragon’s soft scales.

“With pleasure, Mother.” Abraxas roared verbally.

Zanzabarr barked aggressive, as if waiting for the command.

Opening his eyes, hearing distant voices, Leonus groaned, as he tried gaining a clear head. Feeling the stings of darts still embedded in his skin, he glanced down, removing the darts, throwing them aside. As he turned over, he glancing toward the cell door, there were three and blurry figures standing outside.

“Wh-what happened?” he rasped, but not loudly enough for the men didn’t answer, “Oi, what happened?!” he growled, which attracted their immediate attention.

“Ah, look at this…he’s awake.” Caleb mocked, “Again.” he tilted his head, placing his hands on his hips, then glanced toward two cells on either side of the one Leonus occupied, “And so are the others.”

“Let me out…” Leonus barked, “you f*cking bloodsucking twats!” he grabbed hold of the stone wall, pulling himself to his feet, “Now!”

“You think we’d be used to this by now, hmm?” Nick mocked, “A dog, or dogs, put in a cage for bad behavior. I swear, this is more his home than his home with Heather and his sons.”

“Don’t talk about my family, pretty boy! At least I have one!”

“Yeah, I don’t have anyone. My parents are gone, so the only family I have are Justin and Caleb, who are like my brothers but you Leonus? Just because you’re married, doesn’t mean you have a family. Keep it all up, keep this up, and you’ll be put down and believe me man, I’ll enjoy watching that.” he flashed a smile of contentment.

“Let us out!” one of the other Lycynians shouted with an underlying growl as his eyes flashed red, “Let us out now!” he snarled his fangs, and attempted swiping through the bars of silver and iron with hands that revealed claws protruding from his fingernails. Grabbing hold of the bars, burning his hands, he didn’t care because his rage blocked the blistering pain.

Watching as the cells barks held against the Lycynians’ weight from the persistent pounding and pulling, the Wraiths didn’t take a chance, revealing their true selves, they too, flashed their red eyes and fangs, releasing low hisses of aggression and warning. Guardians patrolling the prisons above, appeared behind them, Wyatt included.

“Nick, Caleb…” the Demon spoke their names, “patrol the wall!”

The two Wraiths hissed, looking at the Demon.

“Now.” he warned bluntly.

Leonus, and the other Lycynians continued their pounding against the bars then ceased their attempts, watching as the Guardians stood in their supernatural presences. Knowing a bite from the Wraiths kill their kind instantly, the men slowly backed away, releasing a series of deep growls.

“One day, bloodsuckers…one day.” Leonus warned, “I’ll wrap my hands around your hearts and turn you into piles of ash that I will piss on…and that, I promise you.”

“Oh for god sake…” Wyatt groaned, removing his dart gun, aiming and shooting another round of tranquilizers toward the Scotsman.

Leonus grunted, feeling their sting and since he was still loopy from the first round of four darts, these next two took effect quickly. As he leaned against the wall, he awkwardly fell, laying on his side.

“Leonus?” one of the other Lycynians called out to his alpha.

“Night-night.” Wyatt shot him, then the other. Once tucking the gun back in its holster, he glanced around at the other Guardians, “Don’t give me that look…I’m sure if Yza were here, she would have done the same thing and shot them herself.” he turned, “Get back to work, they’ll be asleep for a while.” he then disappeared in a swirling blue flame. Appearing atop the wall, he glanced at the sky where he could see the full moon closely approaching but yet not the hour of the wolf.

Anthony and I walked the estate, arguing about his behavior and yet again, his temperament and need to always protect me. While I found it admirable and chivalrous, I didn’t always need him to speak for me.

“I’m not asking you stop caring, I would never ask that of you…” I paused, turning to him, “but you really need to take a moment and to think before you act, because next time it might get out control.”

Holding her close, Anthony listened without argument, knowing his actions were as such. Nodding, he looked deeply into her eyes, then gently cupped her face in his hands.

“I won’t apologize for protecting you, nor will I apologize for loving you so much that it kills me every time someone disrespects you.” he spoke to her softly, “You think I’m temperamental about this sort of thing? You should have seen Thomas when he dated Louisa, he got himself into quite a few arguments because of men that showed their interests in her and it got worse when they married. She was his, and he was hers, Louisa too is temperamental and protective, so it’s just in our nature. More so on my part because I am a Lycynian yes, and I have impr…”

“Imprinted, yes I know.” I grinned, “So you’ve said many times.”

“All right, just take a moment to look at from my point-of-view.” he leaned in close, “You are mine, and I am yours, and there is nothing I won’t say or do to be there to protect you. I love you…”

Feeling tears sting my eyes, I leaned my head against his chest.

“I love you.” I rasped, holding him close, “You’re right, I’m sorry.” I pulled away gently, looking up at him.

“You, my darling, have nothing to be sorry for.” Anthony grinned, “I think now, when we both look back at everything, this isn’t exactly how either of us imagined this relationship, hmm?” he watched as she shook her head.

“To be honest, this is exactly how I think it was meant to be. Not all of that….romantic hoopla from the start. Although, you’ve made up for all that during our dates and evenings. Or mornings.” I purred.

“Mm.” the Italian growled sensually.

“But there’s one thing that I’ve been wanting to ask you, after all this time.”

“And that is?” Anthony wondered curiously.

“Why do you love me? I mean, what is it about me?” I pestered in a soft, feminine tone.

Anthony frowned, placing his hand on his hips in disbelief of such a question, especially from her soft, full lips that he loved kissing.

“Wh-what?” he stuttered.

“You heard me.” I folded my arms insecurely, not that I should have felt insecure because I knew he loved me, “I want to know, that’s all.”

“To ask me…” Anthony placed his hands against his chest, “such a question, is…well, ridiculous.

“Why is it ridiculous?” I pestered, “It’s just a questions.”

“And one that I find offensive, because if I have to stand here, listing things that I love about you, I’m not sincere. Why can’t knowing that I just do, be enough?” he looked at her pleading with his dark eyes that made her melt whenever he looked at her that way, “Little Yza, I am not Erik searching for reasons to love, or care about you, because there are too many. I love you for all that you are, that’s all I can, and will say.” he shrugged.

Studying the Italian before me, listening in on his thought, he truly was sincere and hearing his words, provided me enough confidence to know that I could be loved by someone like Anthony, who has an experienced past. Hearing his loving thoughts, I grinned then glanced at my feet, hiding my tears.

“Did I…say something wrong?” Anthony questioned gently.

“No.” I raised my gaze, looking at him, “Not at all.”

“Then why the tears?” he gently wiped them away.

“I don’t know, I just…” I blinked them away, “afraid that maybe if you saw this sensitive part of me, you’d think I was just a gushy girl.”

Gently lifting her chin, he looked into her eyes.

“That’s what makes you YOU. You have a loving heart and I would never expect anything less from you, and no…I don’t think you are a gushy girl. You are a passionate, and emotional woman.” he spoke to her softly, and sincerely, “I love you for all that you are, and I want you to always remember that.”

“And know I love you for all that you are.” I smiled, leaning into his arms that held me tightly. Sharing a passionate kiss that left melting like butter, a loud beeping came from his pocket. Breaking our kiss, I reached into his pocket, removing his watch, “Is that important?” I glanced up at him.

“Yeah, that’s my timer.” Anthony gently took it from her hand, then glanced at the sky above, “I have to get to the compound.” he huffed, wanting the moment to last.

“But it’s not time yet.” I moaned.

“I know, but…for some reason all day, the moon’s pull is different.” he complained, “It’s making me more…more anxious than normal.” he finished, “And…” he grinned at her, but the look of shock on her face startled him, “Little Yza, what’s the matter?”

“Your eyes, they’re…” I stuttered, “they’re yellow. And your fangs…”

Raising his hands to his mouth, feeling the sharp points of his longer canine teeth growing quickly, he then watched as his claws began to protrude from beneath his natural nail bed.

“I have to go.” he backed away, then paused, feeling sharp pains stab through his entire body, “No…” he barked, “no, it’s too soon. It…” he referred to his transition taking place, “can’t be.” he growled, then raised his gaze, looking at her, “Yza please, go…” he pleaded, “now!”

“But…” I backed away.

“GO!” he grunted, falling to his knees, scratching at the gravel path.

Continuing to back away, I removed my phone, calling Guardians; it was Nick and Wyatt that immediately appeared upon my summons. I told them quickly about Anthony’s early transition, pointing at him as he knelt on the ground, growling and moaning in pain.

“Oh my god, get him out of here! Take him to the compound now!” I ordered with a quivering voice, feeling tears stinging my eyes, then I gasped, watching as he raised his gaze, looking at me pleadingly as if he were ashamed, “Anthony…” I wanted to run to him, but Wyatt held me back.

“Yza, no…” he looked down at her, “I know you love him, but no.” he turned to Nick, “Get him out there now, but be careful and make sure he doesn’t scratch or bite you.” he nodded.

“Anthony?” the Wraith whispered, approaching cautiously, “Hey, it’s Nick.” he slowly knelt.

Side eyeing the Wraith with his yellow squinting eyes, he snarled for his scent was repulsive. Reaching out his left hand toward Nick, he nodded, then held his head down, allowing the Wraith to approach.

“Yza…” Nick looked at her, “it’s all right, I got him.” he reassured.

“I know.” I cried, then looked at Anthony, reaching out to his mind, “Anthony, I love you.”

“And I-I love you.” he answered her quickly before he disappeared in the Wraith’s grasp.

“Oh god…” I broke down, leaning into Wyatt’s arms.

“Shh…” Wyatt held her close, gently rubbing her back in friendship, “it’s all right, he’ll be fine.” he whispered.

“I know he will, but…” I gently pulled away, looking at him into his blue eyes, “it’s one thing watching him go through that from the wall, but up close like that?” my nerves jumped nervously, “Poor Anthony.” I sniffled, then realized how it must have been for all of the others on the island, “If he’s changing early, that means the others are as well.” I worried, removing my phone once more. Staring at the keypad, my hands trembled violently, “Damn it, my nerves are shot, I can’t do it.”

“Hey…” Wyatt reached out for her hands, “it’s okay, I got, I’ll do it.” he offered her a reassuring nod, “Go to your room and try to relax.”

“Try to relax, yeah right.” I argued, but knew he was trying to help. i turned, slowly shuffling along the gravel path, glancing back every few times then closed my eyes, continuing forward.

Wyatt stood watching her, feeling sorry for her. Seeing their shift up close wasn’t something anyone wanted to witness, especially if it was their loved ones or partners. Shaking his head, he made the call, then in a matter of minutes, Justin, Nick and Caleb, Jonathan and quite a few other Guardians appeared, informing him that all of the others on the island had been gathered and sent to the compound via many portals for there was no time for their trek across the island.

“Just a moment!” Lady D called out, hearing someone knocking. She opened the door slowly, then smiled, greeting her daughter but saw a saddened expression on her face, with tears streaming down her face, “Yza, what’s wrong?” she pulled her close, sharing a brief hug.

“It’s Anthony.” I cried, gently pulling away.

“What happened?” Lady D wondered, guiding her to the chairs.

“He and I were talking, and then…” I sighed, “started shifting right in front of me.”

“Oh my god, did he attack you?”

“What?!” I looked at her, “No, no…it wasn’t like that. I mean…” I sniffled, reaching for a tissue, “the shift came before the full moon.”

“W-well…Lycynians can shift at any moment, so what makes this any different?” Lady D pondered curiously.

“I don’t know!” I spat arguably, then caught my tone, “I’m sorry.” I closed my eyes, then blinked my tears away, “It’s was horrible though. Like I told Wyatt, it’s one thing seeing it from up on the wall, where I’m safe and away from them, but watching it up close like that, poor Anthony.” I gripped the tissue tightly, twisting and crumbling several times before it was nothing more than linty paper.

“Oh, sweetheart…” Lady D stood, approaching her daughter, sitting on the arm of the chair, “I wish there was something I can say or do to help you through this.”

“Can I spend the night here?” I whispered, looking up at her, “I uh, I don’t want to be alone.”

“Of course.” Lady D brushed her daughter’s hair out of her face, “Of course. The bed if certainly big enough.” she grinned, then realized, “I didn’t mean it like that.” she frowned, “Eww.”

“I know what you meant.” I chuckled, “But I’ll just sleep on the floor by the fireplace.”

“The floor?”

“It’s actually quite comfortable once you get used to it.” I grinned.

“If you say so, I’ll get some more blankets then.” Lady D stood.

The Jinn paced the island, listening to reports from the Guardians about the Lycynian’s early shift.

“Why is this happening?” Natash wondered, “It’s not time yet.”

“I don’t know.” Azir pondered, unfamiliar with the Lycynians.

“Perhaps HE would.” Natash looked at him.

“No!” he objected, knowing who she referenced to, “Absolutely not.”

“But he’s the only one who might understand what is happening, and I think Yzavela has the right to know.” Natash argued boldly against him, “The Guardians state that Anthony was beginning to shift right in front of her, how do you think that makes her feel, knowing there was nothing she could, much less know why it was happening? That poor girl is going through enough, she doesn’t need to worry about her mate, her husband!” she huffed, looking at their watchmen that stood with their backs facing them, respecting their privacy, “You’re dismissed, go back to your rooms.” she commanded.

“Are you sure my Queen?” one of the Jinn muttered softly over his shoulder.

“Yes, go. Please.” Natash urged.

The watchmen nodded then disappeared in their pillars of light.

“If you don’t summon him, I will.” Natash argued firmly, placing her hands on his hips in a powerful, affirmative manner, “I know you’ll never admit this, but Molock is the only one that can and will, help us all understand this unnatural occurrence. The Guardians too, have the right to know so they can prepare for something like this again.”

“All right, I see your point.” Azir groaned, raising a hand, “But I will not be disappointed if he doesn’t appear.” he turned, then called out the man’s name, “Molock, I summon thee!”

Natash looked around, waiting for any sign of his presence but there was nothing.

“Molock?!” Azir called out once more, “Damn you, Sumerian!”

“There’s no need for such language, Nubian.” the DemonJinn swiftly appeared behind them, “Never in a million years, would I have ever expected to hear you summon me.” he mocked, “Did someone die?”

Natash contained a chuckle, then glanced at Azir, who stared at her.

“Molock…” she cleared her throat, adjusting her beaded necklace.

“We have established that is my name, now what is this about?” he looked at the Jinn, “I don’t have all day, or night for games, Jinn.”

“What do you know about the Lycynians?” Azir wondered bluntly.

“What makes you think I know anything about the species?” Molock raised a curious brow, shifting his stance, looking at the Jinn.

“Because you have seen much.” Natash exaggerated, waving a hand.

“Mm…” Molock moaned, “I might know something.” he taunted, “What do I get out of it?”

“This isn’t a game, Demon!” Azir barked.

“Ah-ah, DemonJinn…” Molock corrected him, “and games are fun.”

“Please, do this for Yzavela.” Natash stepped forward, knowing that he had appeared to her in the study.

“Yzavela?” Molock wondered curiously, “Has something happened?”

“To her personally, or physically, no but…” the Nubian Queen went onto explain the events that had happened involving Anthony, “I just can’t imagine how difficult that must have been for her.”

Molock bit his lip.

“Every now and then, the moon gets too close to the planet, whether it’s before their transition or after the cycle when the magic of the moon wakens the paranormals’ shift. Even though they don’t require a full moon to do so, there is something about the rays that bring out their aggression and make the transition last longer than on any other day. However, I do find it curious that they were experiencing those stages for the moon…” his dark eyes glanced at the sky, “isn’t quite at its fullest peak yet so what they’re feeling, perhaps is the closeness of the moon to the planet.” he gestured his hands around, before he shrugged his broad shoulders, “I can’t say that I’ve paid too much of my attentions on the paranormals.”

“Well…” Natash nodded, “thank you, if it weren’t for you, neither of us would have been able to guess that was the cause, am I right…” she looked at Azir, “husband?” but he didn’t answer, “Am I right?”

“Y-yes.” Azir groaned reluctantly, not giving Natash or Molock, the satisfaction of appreciating the DemonJinn’s advice and revelations.

“Mm-hmm…” Natash rolled her eyes, “again Molock, thank you. I will tell the young Yzavela all of this, next time we see her.”

“You told what we needed to hear, you came and answered, now go.” Azir dismissed the Sumerian’s presence.

“Wish I can say it was a pleasure, but it was not.” Molock mocked bowing in an arrogant manner, “And next time diapers, do not summon me, for if I ever hear your voice shrieking my name, I will not appear and make you mute, deaf and blind. That is a privilege for Yzavela, and her alone. Only she can dismiss me, and since she is not present, I can come and go wherever and whenever I wish. Surely a man capable of such magic can understand that law, yes?” his dark eyes leered at Azir, slowly turning a deep shade of red.

Knowing Molock was correct, Azir backed away, remaining silent. As he turned, walking away in fast strides toward the Inn, he paused and waited for Natash who trailed behind slowly.

“Was that necessary?” she looked at Azir.

“That man, that…” Azir huffed, pointing at the path behind him.

“Yes?”

“That man is not to be trusted, that is all.” Azir groaned, continuing ahead, leaving Natash on the path.

Molock watched as the Jinn disappeared down the path, then let out a deep sigh. Looking around, he wondered what he could do to pass the time this duplicate was granted. Strolling down the path, he had found his way toward the stables, watching as the gorgeous steeds and mares galloped and pranced around with their manes blowing in the breeze as they ran. Grinning, it reminded him of a time when he was in Sumerian, watching all of the Pegasus’ and stable hands that all handled them.