Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47126 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
“A war? Why didn’t you tell me?” Brandon asked. He didn’t like the fact the vampire knew more than he did.
“Don’t yell at me, wolf! I did warn you. You shouldn’t have sent the human away. She’s the cause of your problems.” Lizzy smiled. “Alexander is as sexy as I remember. The last time I saw him he was eating a bear.”
Brandon frowned as she walked away.
He turned back to his pack.
“Elle is the cause of the war. What the hell does that mean?” Drake asked.
“I’ve no idea. I want protection on her at all times. I don’t want to worry about if she’s safe. Everyone is now here, and we’ll be meeting tomorrow night to discuss everything,” Brandon said.
“This is a bad idea.” Darcy spoke for once. “Something bad is happening, and I don’t know what.”
“I don’t care. This has been the traditions of our family and our heritage for many centuries. We have them here to discuss problems within our world. If you don’t like our pack traditions then walk. I’m tired of fighting you with this.”
Brandon stormed off. He’d claimed his mate and in the next instant gone in the arms of another woman. His skin stank of Lori. A shower and a scrubbing brush were needed. He had to get the other woman’s scent off him.
Walking to his house, he felt the displeasure of his pack. There was nothing he could do. His father taught him to be strong and to carry on his traditions to keep his town and the pack safe. Slamming his front door he made his way upstairs to his shower. He turned the shower onto the highest temperature then climbed inside. The sting of the hot water didn’t make him feel better.
You hurt our mate.
She’s heartbroken.
You’re never going to win her back.
We won’t stand for you to touch that bitch.
Resting his head on the tiled wall, Brandon took several deep breaths. Lori’s scent invaded his senses. Anger filled every corner of his being. He couldn’t stand the stench of her. Raising his fist he slammed it against the tile. The tile splintered under his hand. The sharp edges cut his knuckles, and blood dripped onto the base of the bath. He embraced the pain. He’d rather have the pain of the cuts than the pain inside his heart.
Tonight you made a mistake.
You’re the cause of everything about to go wrong.
When the water did nothing to ease him, Brandon climbed out. He wrapped a towel around his hand and walked into his bedroom, stopping dead when he saw Crazy Lizzy laid on his bed, her arms up above her making circled motions.
She turned to look at him. There was no faraway look in her eyes. The real witch was in charge for once.
“Lizzy,” he said.
“It’s about time my real name was used. Crazy Lizzy gets a little tiring.” She sat up on her elbows. Her gaze wandered down his body landing on his cock. “Oh, nice and big.”
Heat filled his body. Grabbing a robe, he pressed it against his front. What could the witch want with him?
“When Elle was sixteen I had to wipe her mind of something that happened that traumatized her. Her mother, Vivian, was held in a trance for days. She was under the thrall of a vampire. He got into her mind and forced her to betray her own family. Raymond wasn’t home when she invited the vampire in. He drained her to the point of death and then weakened Elle. The vampire pulled her into a trance.”
“Why are you telling me this?” Brandon asked.
“Did you struggle to get Elle to look you in the eye? Thousands of years ago prophecies were made. Your mating was with them. A werewolf and a human mating was unheard of. Yes, supposedly wolves take humans as mates, but think about it, Brandon. Have you seen such a mating?”
He thought about the answer. “No, I haven’t.”
“There is a select cult who are trying to create a war. They want all of our kinds to kill each other.”
“Why?”
“Think about it, Brandon. You kill us; they have the ultimate power over the humans and over the earth. It’s not an unheard-of concept.”
“The vampire who was killed held tribal markings on him,” he said.
“Yes, and the end of the world has been foretold many times. Brandon, if we don’t do something to stop it then our kinds will become extinct. It’s a certainty, and that premonition is what killed the soothsayer who predicted it,” Lizzy said.
“How do you know all this?”
“Because she was my mother and she told me of the future before she died. She also passed her soothsaying skills onto me.”
“Why was Ell so important?”
“Don’t you know?” Lizzy asked.
“No.”
“She’s your mate. They were trying to kill her, Brandon. They kill her and you’d never have a mate to stick around with. Elle was the key to your fall. If she died, you would die as well. You’d go mad without claiming her and your wolf would start to know she was dead. It’s some paranormal mambo jumbo. The vamp that tried to kill Elle did something to try and stop your claiming. Don’t you feel stronger?”