Jonathan, Aiden’s dad, with the help of his mate, sent a missive to all the US packs’ alphas. There was a ball of power, as Aiden explained to Karen, that served to transmit the message both in image and sound.
All Jonathan had to do was talk while thanks to a witchy craft, there was a projection of him talking all through the US.
“Call this one-sided witchy facetime,” Jasmine had joked as she was getting ready to perform the spell that was to keep the ball functioning.
Aiden’s dad’s message was the following, “War is upon us. I want your best warriors ready to strike at any given moment. But no blood is to be shed before Blake strikes. I hope I made myself clear. I don’t know Blake enough to say that he will strike the palace first or whatever pack comes first, but I know this Blake is a fearsome foe. Do not take him lightly. May peace prevail!”
How was it possible that even in a time of crisis and imminent death they kept a cool head?
Karen’s frown must have given her confusion away for Jasmine admitted in a soft tone once the transmission was over, “I offered Blake my life in exchange for that of my mate and my kids.”
Karen gasped in shock, her eyes bulging. She didn’t know what to say to the kind witch, and thus she kept mum.
“Naturally, I went behind Jonathan’s back to do so,” Jasmine went on. “And as to be expected, Blake declared that he wasn’t in a trusting mood of witches even though I told him I could stay in the dungeons or wherever…”
“Are you crazy, mom?” Aiden bellowed, hearing that for the first time, it would seem.
“I don’t believe I am,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “I just wanted to spare you the misery of having to see me killed by Blake. He did say he would go after every breathing living warlock. He said nothing about werewolves.”
“Well, tough,” Jonathan said in an annoyed tone, “If something happens to you, know that I’m going for his head.”
“It’s a lost cause,” She shook her head negatively as her eyes shone with tears.
She then shook her head anew, almost as if to chase the tears away. And it worked.
“Speaking of lost causes, I’m going to call Blake,” she then announced. “Maybe if I tell him that Karl and I and many other influential witches have his back, he wouldn’t be too quick to kill us all.”
“No foolish deals,” Jonathan said in a threatening tone of voice though it lacked heat.
“Aye sir,” she mock saluted her mate, the ghost of a smile on her face.
She retired, together with her mate, to Jonathan’s office to make the call.
Karen and Aiden were left in the spacious living room. There were lots of questions hanging in the air, and with their feelings coming in the way from pride to respect, from confusion to love they didn’t utter a word. Silence enveloped them for a long while until Aiden said in an ashamed tone, “I almost killed that warrior earlier. That goes to show the effect you have on me.”
“I make you a murderer? Sweet,” she quipped, not finding it in her to reprimand him some more.
“That was not what I meant,” he was quick to say. “I was just so enraged, so hurt, my control over my wolf slipped…”
Before she had the time to say anything to that, the alpha ultra came bearing good news.
“Maria remembers!” He said in a relieved tone. “Blake will only fight if challenged, and will only kill those who are adamant about him needing to perish.”
“Did you hear that, kids?” He then asked, elated beyond comprehension. “This calls for a celebration.”
Karen looked at Aiden, only to find his gaze already trained on her.
She could see his happiness and feel his relief. She mirrored his smile with one of her own.
Now, that this whole mess is over, we should head back to Fort Meyers, and normal life shall resume, she thought to herself.
Oh, how wrong she was!