“He is dying, we have to do something!” Lucille screamed, her hands to her mouth, having a front row view of Fayot jerking and spurting foam from his mouth.
Freya’s hand was on his chest, heating and thumping softly whilst she muttered words that were not intelligible to the people around her except to those with the innate magic.
Aiden and the other ancients surrounded the both whilst they chanted healing ancient music that was meant to keep the soul in the body and preserve the both. The rest of the hall stood in the agape, wondering what next would happen.
Agrip watched on furtively, wishing he still had one of Agagog’s pills. He had used the last for Peter. If only he knew how to get to the old man in a minute second-the journey would have taken more than three days. Fayot would be dead by then.
“You have to dismiss the crowd. They are hindering the effectiveness of the magic. Their noise is much.” He heard Melvina say to her mate, and nodded in agreement to her, noticing too that the energy the men were giving was not helping with the ancients.
Peter looked around the hall, and seeing how the people were crowding them all, issued the command. “To your homes everyone. If there’s a meeting tonight, Derek will let you know. Now go.”
The people weren’t happy with this decision as they were curious to see what became of Fayot, but their alpha, or rather ex alpha has spoken, and so they had to leave.
With shuffling feets and hands turning around in Fayot’s direction every five seconds, they all left the hall except for Lent, and the alpha’s family and close ties.
“I can’t leave knowing that my cousin is between life and death. He is my only family now.” Lent muttered, when Peter’s eyes stuck to him after the hall had cleared out.
Peter nodded, understanding, before turning aside to the little circle of the ancients. He could see that color was returning to Fayot’s skin. He had been as pale as hite before.
Whew. Anthony sighed in relief mirroring the expressions in the faces of the people.
“He is out of the woods now, but he still has to be taken care of. Is there any place we can keep him so that we can have a close eye on him?” Freya asked, standing to her full height. She had been kneeling down all this while, to administer healing to Fayot.
“Yes, there are enough rooms in the pack’s house for everyone.” Peter answered. “Shane and Clem, carry Fayot to the room closest to Derek’s. Curtis you can give them a hand.” Peter continued, his hand making the gestures.
“Melvina will show you your rooms” He added, looking at the seven, his breath coming out in tiredness when he saw the skepticism in their eyes. “I know that we have failed you these past days, but please trust us this time. You can stay with us right in the pack, until we resolve this issue, at least for the night. Sheila, your house will be cleaned this afternoon. I will make sure of that, in case you would want to return there. But please let’s all stay tonight and make plans on how to tackle this problem. As Fayot had said, Legardo is different, a lycan with powers.” Peter paused here, his mind perusing the fact that there was a lycan from this pack. He had thought that his son was the only person. Seems he was wrong again. But who could this be?
“Please we need all the help we can get. We can also talk about the cave of baresis.” A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips, when he saw the first sign of life in the expressions of the ancients. He had caught their attention.
Sheila and the group of seven exchanged glances before nodding their heads; they were okay with the plan. They were hungry after all.
Derek released a notable sigh of relief together with Melvina.
Maya hoisted a smiling Eva in her arms, a smile on her lips, as she understood the temporary truce.
“Thank you very much for trusting us once again. Now please rest a little, as we prepare for lunch…er” Peter stammered, as he looked at the ancients, not knowing exactly what to say. He knew that they didn’t eat pancakes or lasagna or any human food in fact. They drank blood.
At least they don’t kill. He mused.
Yodah broke into a chuckle first, causing the rest to laugh.
“Rest still alpha, we are not sucking any of your blood. We will go into town. I think there are some humans that would give anything to experience high pleasure and ecstasy even for ten seconds.” Dobah mentioned, a thin smile on his lips.
“You should lead the way, Melvina. I am curious to see the rooms lined up for us. Do they have graves beneath the beds?” He asked, laughing when he saw the parched faces of the werewolves.
Interstng.
**
“Shouldn’t we be going now, Tempest. The meeting is over.” Ketura inquired, stretching her legs as she stood to her full height. She had reclined across the wall, then squatted at one point during the meeting. Her friend however had remained standing. Keteura applauded her strength.
“No, we have to wait. They will talk during the lunch. I need all the information I have to get.” Tempest replied, already stepping into the voyeur, determined alongside her words, a furrow appearing on her forehead, when her arm was pulled back.
“Are you crazy?! How can you say that?! They will notice if we are there, in the dining with them. Or are you ready to expose yourself?” Ketura shouted, not believing the extent her friend was willing to go for this. It was preposterous. They would be caught at this rate.
Tempest hesitated for a minute before she gave her answer. “I know this is risky, but we have to try, even if it’s the darkest cloaking magic. Ketura, you know this is necessary if we are to help win this war. And no, I wouldn’t be exposing myself. The time is not right yet.”