The Sovereign Heir (Book 1)

Bryant has been going between here and the other side every day. He made sure I ate and slept as much as he could. Yana is by my side every second of the day and night. She hovers over me like a mother hen sometimes. “Hey! I’m just doing what Elaina told me to do. And for your information I’m not acting like a mother hen!“ How in the hell did she do that? “If you must know, you left yourself wide open, so you are basically broadcasting it directly to me. You can cut your asshole mood or so help I’ll bite you in my griffon form!”

Bryant told me Evelyn died two days ago; the coven extracted as much information as they could. The locations she had met Tristian were all vacant, with no trace to any of their facilities. Ashton’s brain is too scrambled to decipher what is real over what was a result of the sunstone exposure, which left us back to square one. Depression is slowly creeping into me.

I look down at her shooting star hanging from my neck. It barely flickers, but as long as it didn’t stop I could hold on to the impossible. My chest begins to burn with searing pain, I couldn’t breathe. Yana stands over me, “Breathe slow, Nolan. You just feel like you are dying as I suspect her legion and her family are as well. Everything will make sense very soon.” My vision begins tunneling as I watch Yana orb away, leaving me to my fate. Damn cat, no wonder people call them such unloyal creatures. Well, she isn’t really a cat. Darkness and coldness envelope me as I wheeze out what is inevitably my last breath.

Yana’s POV

I can’t believe he called me an unloyal cat. Far from it. Hell, I’m not even a cat. Cats are majestic creatures just like myself. The nerve of him, wait till I get back there, I have some choice words to share with him. He better be lucky he is my sire’s mate or I’d eat him. It is an honor to shift into a cat over any other animal, plus they are more loved. YouTube is proof of that.

I had no time to explain, I need to be quick and get there in time. When Nolan wakes up he would understand. Elijah sure knew how to put someone in the middle, but I did as he had asked. With me carrying this sunstone dangling around my neck was so tricky for the past four weeks. Not all sun stones were the same and that is what Allister’s men had no clue of. The stones outside of the mountains are cast offs. They held power but no power like the ones my family guards with our lives.

I wait as the stone I carried vibrates, pulling me north to its other half. I orb out to some island near the most northern tip of Canada. Baffin Island is too cold for my tastes. My eyes scan the area, until I caught sight of a very obscure structure in the base of the rugged mountain. The sunstone begins to lift from my neck urging me forward. I orb in to where it led me.

There she is, floating above a stone table in what I could only describe as the pits of hell. I place the stone very close to her gauntlet without frying myself in the process. The stone disrupting whatever magic that is holding her in a state stasis, her hearts letting out their last beat. This wait is torture, but then it happens. It is glorious almost unfathomable to the beauty that radiates from it.

“On the seventh day he ended his work and rested. For the future had been born, rising from the ashes.” Why does she talk in such a biblical mode, damn you, Yana. “So, what did I miss?”

“Oh my god! Your hair, your eyes, your, your... new tattoos!” She is so different now, but still my liege none the less.

In a gruff tone, Elaina begins to speak, “What? What’s wrong with it? Where the fuck am I? Where is he?”

“Some place at the northern end of Canada inside the face of a mountain. He should be awake now with the others.”

“How long have I…”

I answer before she could finish the words I never wanted to hear, “Seven days, seven very long and trying days.”

Her movements are even faster than I remember, her aura is blinding if you could read them, almost god like. Scratch that it is god like. Even Elijah and the others did not hold a candle to what she emanates with no effort. If I wasn’t bonded to her I would fear being in her presence. I don’t think they told her what she would become.

She is a living breathing goddess, a pure heart that none can possess. I can only imagine what she could do now. If anyone thought she was impressive before at the plateau of her power prior to this transition, then they are sadly mistaken. There is no limit to what she could do. The only thing I worry over is Laina being scared of herself like she was when she was younger. Fearing yourself can do more damage than anything else could.

I watch as she hops from the table, landing on shaky legs. She stumbles a little walking to the far wall in the room that feels like a tomb. Death echoes from these walls, rather this entire place. Elaina clutches her head, “There is so many of them, can’t you hear it? Their voices, so much pain.”

Elaina stumbles forward reaching for what looks like a makeshift morgue locker. She reaches for one opening it, the body laying inside is a young girl no older than Elaina. Her face is distorted and I can only imagine the horror she faced at her end. A stray tear travels down Elaina’s cheek, she let out a menacing growl that sent a shiver down my spine.