Chapter 182-1
Troy
I stalked the figure slowly, fighting hard not to let the scent of death panic me. Yes, Kiana’s smell was all over the place, if she was dead, she couldn’t cloak our bonds anymore, and I would know.
If she was hurt, I would find a way to make her better. No matter what it took.
From the doorway out of the first room, I glanced around the corner while London sniffed the room behind me. The figure moved into the fifth room down the long hall. I waited until it was full out of
sight before I moved.
London and I worked silently together. Each open room, we slipped in, and I kept an eye on the hall to see if the figure left while he searched the room. Each room, I had to keep from reacting. I
smelled Kiana in each of them.
And Evalina. My stomach twisted, but my wolf pulled my focus back. Evalina was dead. I could mourn her later. I could mourn them all later. Once Kiana was safely back in my arms.
When we finally entered the room, I bared my teeth. There was no point in staying silent anymore. London and I were both too big to hide. I growled, and a soft chuckle floated out from the other side of a gaping hole in the wall. “Hello, Troy.”
That voice. I made my way through the large, jagged hole and stared at the woman humming over
the dead body on the floor.
Saris and the Mother.
When she didn’t get up, I shifted. London followed through behind me, and the small room grew even smaller. “London,” I said darkly as I started to dress. “Meet Saris. She’s Fae.”
London inhaled sharply, and the seemingly young human looked at him and cocked her head. ”
London. My friends will be thrilled that I met you. We enjoy your beer.”
“Where’s Kiana,” I demanded. “If you’ve hurt her, I will kill you.”
“Kiana?” Saris’s eyes rounded. “Troy, the coven was empty when I arrived. I’m not tracking her.
Have you lost her?”
Shit. I’d said too much.
“Back it up,” London growled. “Fae? I thought Troy was wrong, but you’re actually Fae. What’s your
talent?”
“It’s rude to ask a Fae about their talent,” she said coolly. “And yes, there are a small number of us
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left. We’ve been hiding in pocket communities all over the world. Our numbers are too small to
fight back, and as you know, there are many in the wolf and witch community who would only be
too happy to eradicate the rest of us. For my sake, I hope you are not one of them.”
“I don’t give a fuck what you are. I give a fuck about you sitting back and letting a Goddamn wolf
use your magic to take over the mountain,” London snarled.
Saris smiled sadly and stroked her hand over the Mother’s hair. The witch was dead, and Saris
seemed to be mourning her. What was their connection?
“Whenever a null is born, we can see it in the well. Just a glimpse of a Fae talent being born, even if
it’s mixed. We rejoice because we think we’re one step closer to being able to come out of the
woodwork and living in harmony, but it’s slow. Fae don’t conceive easily. When Kiana was born, the
well bubbled over.”
What kind of well was she talking about? London growled again, but I put a hand on his arm to
stop him. I didn’t know much about Saris, but I knew she’d only speak if she wanted to and couldn’t
be coerced into it.
“We knew immediately that a ternary had been born. Her null powers didn’t hide her from us, but her mother did. Somehow, she sensed that we were watching her, and she cloaked her. It was only then that we feared the worst. I wasn’t the only one who tried to get involved. I’m just the only one who is still alive, and I’ve already learned a valuable lesson. Enough to make me wonder if it had
been best if I’d just stayed away.”
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