“I can’t kill an innocent man…” Freya kept muttering, her mind going on a faster than light journey through the mini storages in her brain, looking for a cure, anyway to draw Fayot out of his almost dead state.
Dead? She couldn’t tag hm that yet. He will not die. Just as her mind was running inventory and checking magical spells, she felt a cold, but at the same time, a warm small hand touch her arm.
Startled, she looked up, not because of the hand-for she already knew who it belonged to-no, because of the strangeness of the phenomenon, and why Eva was able to do something like this.
She was already feeling the magic aura surrounding her that didn’t come from her mother, Lucille or the ancients. This was different.
“Eva..” She croaked out, gaping at little Eva who smiled at her, before giving a nod.
Whether the nod was to confirm her identity or to push her to continue, Freya wasn’t sure, but she allowed her eyes to find the people who had taken a few steps away from her when she had asked for space.
She saw the realization in their eyes. Melvina, for one was confused, that Eva wasn’t an ordinary werewolf just like her brother. She couldn’t help but wonder whom the traits were coming from. Peter or Melvina?
She couldn’t help but think that it was coming from Melvina. But how? The woman looked and acted ordinarily.
“I think you should focus on bringing this man back to life.” Eva started, gesticulating with the shake of her head. “You can try again now. Try waking him up.”
Freya inhaled, shifting the query on how Eva could be weiding a very ancient magic at her young age, magic which certainly wasn’t in her archives, and focused on Fayot. Time wasn’t on their side. She could feel the man’s spirit ebbing away.
“surgere ti loken!!” She shouted, and hit Fayot’s chest, startled again when the aura emanating from Eva increased in four folds.
What was this? She wondered, a smile cracking her grim lips when Fayot popped open his eyes. He turned aside and looked at Freya who was smiling widely at the hoots already coming from the background.
“You really woke me up. Thank you.” Fayot muttered, gratitude shining intently in his eyes.
Freya nodded, before grasping Eva’s hand.
“You should actually thank her. I think she is the one that did it. I don’t know how she did it, but she did.” She said, looking gratefully at Eva who just shrugged her shoulders, her eyes not catching, neither the others in the room, of the bug that slithered out of Fayot’s hand and attached itself to Eva’s palm.
It disappeared into her hand just before Eva could take a look at the strange pain that had bitten her palm. When she saw nothing, she returned her gaze to the people in the room.
There would be a lot of questions to answer.
***
“Dad, what are you looking at?” Diana asked her father, Legardo, as she stepped closer to him.
He was looking into a mirror so intensely, and his hands were clasped so tightly, loosening only when a smile winded its way across his lips.
Something good must have happened after something terrible. Diana thought, coming to stand beside him, watching into the mirror. She couldn’t see anything. The mirror was blank.
“You don’t want me to know what is happening?” She asked, the tone of hurt not going unheard.
“Not at all, my jewel. The mirror had just finished its communication before you had stepped close, before you had explained my smile in your thoughts.” Legardo answered, tapping Diana calmly on the arm.
“So, what’s going on? What did the mirror show? What’s the next step in the plan?” She asked, hoping that whatever the next stage will be, would involve her going over to her mate’s pack. She wanted to see him again. She wanted to get closer to him.
She had read that the effects of the pangyo potion was temporary just like her father had said, and that its effects can be effectively reduced if she stays with him often, and shows her face often. Her closeness would trigger the mate pull again.
She rubbed her hands together.
Yes she was on her father’s side, but she needed her mate. She was curious to know if the pull was really as strong as they had said it was, if the bond was stronger when they mated.
She wanted to know if the sex was that great like described in the old books, the marking and all that interesting stuff. If so, then she knew that there would be a problem if push comes to shove.
She might not be able to give up that forever experience, just to make her father’s plan work.
Well, who knows? Anything can happen.
“Well, Fayot is alive, the bug is too. The ancients, I think, were able to revive him, but they couldn’t kill the bug. And according to the mirror, it entered another member of the family. Following the stats that the mirror had given, I would say it entered one of the Triggas’s family; I think the youngest of their children, the little daughter. Eva is her name right? And she is special. Very special.”
The last part was said more to himself than to his daughter, who turned up her lips because her father seems to think of another aside from her as special.
“So, what do we do?” She asked.
“We will have to wait to see the outcome of that. I have already activated the big inside her, but I don’t know why it isn’t coming up. I would have to wait it out though. As I said, she is a special specimen. It would take some time for the bug to come up for air.”
Diana nodded impatiently-her father was yet to say what she wanted to hear.
Legardo sensed it though, and with a knowing smile, he stated the second phase of the plan.
“You will be going to college with your brother after all.”