Page 62 of Full Moon
"This is Lyra's daughter, Thyra Feray Jökull, heir apparent of the Crescent Valley Pack." Diaval's word is as good as law when it comes to proclaiming an heir.
"Oh, this changes things." The man glances around quickly, then shoves the door open. "Please, I don't have a lot of time." His scent changes, going sour with fear.
Feray walks past him and shifts back to her human form before she turns to look at him. "What exactly changes?"
The older man's jaw drops before he falls to his knees before her. "I'm Weston. David Weston. I knew your parents."
Easton, that sneaky man, climbs up onto the couch behind her and drops the Selune diadem upon her head.
"What do you know?" Feray's question makes the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. An icy shiver runs down my spine, my senses heightening as if bracing for an unseen threat.
David eventually stands, his movements deliberate and slow, and looks at Feray. She's adorned with the bone bracers and necklace and the diadem resting regally upon her head. These items of power, symbolic of the rightful ruler of the north, glint in the dim light, casting an almost ethereal aura around her.
David's face goes pale. "He's going to try to kill you. The Alpha, that is." He wrings his hands. "He's been waiting for this. Preparing for it. He knew someone would come eventually." The tension in the room is palpable as his gaze flickers from one face to another.
"Let him try," Feray says confidently, her voice unwavering.
Double blinking, I turn to look at my mate. Her fearless stance makes my heart swell with pride and a tinge of fear. My gaze slides to the others. One by one, they nod, their resolve mirroring my own.
"He won't succeed," Khal says, his voice a low growl as the slits of his basilisk eyes flare.
David takes a step back, his fear clear as he glances at Feray. "I assure you, I am the safest person on this side of the mountains."
The sweet, innocent smile that graces Feray's lips is more terrifying than Khal's display. I know the beast that lies withinher chest—a beast that is far from friendly. "Time reveals all things," Feray says before turning and leaving the room. Her words hang in the air, heavy with meaning. She pauses at the door, and her eyes pulse with an almost white-blue light. Easton races after her.
Once they leave, the tension in the room thickens. Myself, Diaval, and Khal guide David to the table. His eyes dart nervously, and I can practically taste his fear.
"What do you know?" I ask, my voice steady but demanding.
"I think the current Alpha is in deep trouble." David wrings his hands, glancing at Diaval. "Your word as a Pendragon carries more weight than any birthright. Are you sure she's Lyra's daughter?"
Diaval's response is swift, his tone haughty. "I would bet my last scale she is. I knew her parents, and she is of their line."
David's next question is loaded with hidden meaning. "I can safely assume the male she summoned is her mate? He smells like fire, maybe a southern pack with fire abilities?"
"Yeah, he's definitely from the far south. Has a real fiery temperament too, especially when it comes to his mate," Khal chimes in, and Diaval just smirks.
The truth of our shared bond with Feray is a secret we must guard carefully.
"When do you suppose we will get to meet with the Alpha?" I ask, trying to steer the conversation back on track. I head to the fridge and find several jugs of fluid. I sniff the first one, then pass it to Diaval. His draconic tongue flicks out over it before he offers it back to me with a curt nod. At least the drink is safe. The longgame we play is fraught with danger and deception. Every move must be calculated, every word weighed. But for Feray, for our future, it's a game we must win.
And looking at the blood still drying on my hands from touching her fur, I know one thing for certain.
The Alpha has no idea what's coming for him.
