Page 22 of The War is Coming

“We all do,” Hades said, appearing next to Frederick. “At the time, we all thought it was a good idea.”

“Maybe we should take a new vote,” Zeus suggested.

“We could,” Hades replied, taking Frederick’s hand and kissing the back.

“Not that I’m not happy to see you, but what’s up?” Frederick asked.

Hades grinned. “I was hoping to catch you and Blake together.”

Blake laughed. “Yes, we will accept either demons or hell hounds to protect your consort, whichever you want.”

Frederick dropped his head into his hands, groaning as Hades and Zeus laughed.

“Thank you, Blake. I didn’t think you’d have a problem with me wanting to protect my mate.”

“I really don’t. The same if you want anyone to help with Battle’s protection, Zeus. I figured if anyone finds out you have mates that are residing in this pack, they could be in danger.”

“I really did do well when I made you Alpha King,” Zeus said warmly.

“A bit of warning would have been nice though,” Blake replied with a grimace.

Zeus nodded. “You could be right. Now, in the spirit of warning.”

Suddenly, a bright light flashed and standing behind them was a field full of angels. They were dressed in white, white floaty trousers, white tunics, with silver breastplates, swords at their side, their wings on display, but closed behind them and just like Wynter, they all seemed to have striking clear blue eyes.

“Angels?” Frederick asked.

“Warrior angels, the same as Wynter,” Zeus said.

“Really, father?” Ares asked, appearing in front of him.

“What? My mate needs protecting.”

“But a legion of warrior angels? That’s a bit excessive, don’t you think?” Ares asked.

Wolf Battle came running over, shifting as he reached the group.

Zeus shook his head. “No, my mate needs protecting,” he said stubbornly.

“What are you up to, mate of mine?” Battle asked, looking at the angels, frowning slightly.

“Warrior angels, my darling, for your protection.”

“What?!” Battle exclaimed.

Zeus threw him a grin and turned to the angels and called, “Maletayah.”

The angel at the front stepped forward and bowed to all the Gods. “My Lord, you called.”

“I did indeed.” He took Battle’s hand and pulled him forward. “This is my fated mate, Battle Barbuda. It will be your duty to protect him. You will also swear alliance to the three kings.”

“Babe, I can agree to having some guards as it will put your mind at ease, but this many?” Battle asked him.

Zeus thought for a moment. “You may be right,” he flicked his hand out, and soon there were only around twenty angels left. “Maletayah, I want four guards for my mate; everyone else can stay here and help the three kings protect the paranormal world.”

Maletayah nodded. “As you wish, my lord.”

Zeus nodded. “Thank you. I’ve created living accommodation for you. Frederick, can you show Maletayah around and bring him up to speed on everything and introduce him to the generals. The new accommodation block is between the gargoyles and dragons.”