Watching Dobah spew out curses at the term vampire, caused Peter to sigh.
It seemed to him that this meeting would go on far more than he had anticipated. His pack needed a lot of explanations. And that was okay. His only regret was that the girl, Emma, wasn’t here.
He still couldn’t believe that he had ousted his son’s mate. What father does that?
He shook his head. He couldn’t believe himself.
How had he forgotten that the girl had been the sole reason for the reckless search of the black queen? Hadn’t Melvina’s friend, the witch who had saved his son in that forest from the phantom, mentioned that Emma couldn’t be an ordinary human; for her to be on the radar of the powerful witch, Leonarya? How had he ignored that? How had he ignored the fact that the girl looked like Sheila? How had he forgotten the professor’s fascination in her?
He soughed. He had actually known that she wasn’t ordinary, but he had let his emotions rule again. And now his pack might pay for his mistakes. He felt the most sorry for his son. He felt that he had disappointed the young lad.
“Agrip, what are ancients?” Peter heard Derek ask, and surmised that his son must have been tired of waiting for an answer from him.
From the tensed and curious look on the latter’s face, his stance as if he was sitting on needles, Peter could tell that his son was very restless. And he had been the cause of that.
His insensitivity had caused this. His insensitivity had also dulled Melvina’s senses. He believed so.
His mate’s hunch had always been on point, but now her decisions had been flawed because of the emotions flowing from him. It was all his fault. This was all his fault. His only hope was that they would have some way to get Emma back to his son, a way to make her forgive the pack. He had a feeling that wouldn’t be easy.
Peter readjusted his sitting stance on his chair, his back slightly touching the chair’s apex as he tuned his ear to hear what the old healer had to say.
His mate had told him about Agrip’s journey and how one pill of his had managed to save him from death. And apart from vowing to do all it takes to take revenge on his brother and the evil queen who were both colliding against his pack, he was also set on telling his mate the secret that his brother held over him, controlling him against his will.
It had also been his brother that had told him to send Emma out of the pack.
Yes.
He closed his eyes for a few seconds as he remembered the moment. He had always shared a private path with his brother. He didn’t know how that was possible, but they did. A path that no one can listen in to no matter what happened.
So, when Emma had appeared and saved his son, Arnold had told him, ordered him rather, to send the girl away or he would expose his dirty secret out in the open at that moment.
He had put his secret above his son’s happiness. The thought still plagued him till now. No more of that though. After this meeting has been settled, he would talk to Melvina and tell her everything. But for now, he too was curious about the term, ancients.
The only thing that he knew about them, was that they were the most powerful supernatural, that had gone into extinction after a severe plague that had been created by a powerful mage, who had wanted to be like the ancients but had been turned down because the prince of the ancients had suspected the foul intention of the high mage.
The high mage had gone into a rampage then, and had dedicated the rest of his life to kidnapping some of the ancients, transfusing their blood into himself, and when it hadn’t worked out, had resorted to killing them off entirely. Their history had it that they didn’t exist any more, but now, they were right in front of him.
“Ancients are legends, myths. From the last we heard, or rather I read, they had gone into extinction due to the work of a high class mage. And yes, they are different from vampires. Much different, much noble.” Agrip’s voice has lowered down an octave, as if in reverence as he mentioned the last phrase.
“At last, someone with wisdom.” Kane chuckled, not deterred even when Lucille glared at him.
He found it amusing that the werewolf community had thought them to be dead even though it had been one of their ancestors that had guaranteed their escape from the hands of the mage.
Hadn’t the ancestor told them about the remnant, or had the man taken the secret to the grave, in order to assure their safety. Well, he owed a lot to that man. He had been tracing the man’s bloodline for a while now, but nothing had come up yet. It was as if the man had vanished.
Kane believed that he might have to meet with the prince whom he had not sworn allegiance to yet. The man whom he heard had a vast knowledge of things, just like his father who had been his old friend.
But from what he heard from Aiden, it seemed that the prince wasn’t safe too from the vampire attacks, and had come one of the nights to the pack for refuge before departing whilst on a journey. Julius was right. It was high time they got united and battled off this abnormality once and for all.
But first, they had to find Emma, the girl that had spoken to his mind.
How had she done that?
No one in history has been able to do something like that. She doesn’t even share the same part with ancients, or was she one of them? Even if she was, they haven’t exchanged blood, so there was no way she could send him a private message that others couldn’t hear. It was just impossible.
Who was she?
Good he had found his mate, he couldn’t wait to be out of here to hold her in his arms. But that would have to wait since the old man has more to say about his kind.