Blood Solstice: Part Three in the Tale of Lunarmorte by Samantha Young Page B

her. She could tell by
the widening of his eyes that he felt it. “Alexa wants to fight.
She’s a grown-up and it is her decision… not yours. And Reuben’s
right… when Lucien and Ryder are absent then the Elder’s and I are
in charge. Last time I checked you weren’t either one of us. Now
the Elder’s have raised no concerns over Alexa’s involvement so
that leads me to believe they think she should be allowed to make
up her own mind.” A rumble of grunts from the Elders confirmed
that. “I suggest you swallow that decision gracefully-”
    Malek
stepped forward interrupting, “I wan-”
    He
snarled as Caia pushed him back but she was unimpressed. “Don’t
interrupt. Your father said no. You’re still underage,
Mal.”
    Morgan
looked as if he wanted to strangle someone. “You’ll understand when
you have your own children, Caia.”
    She
sighed, trying desperately to hold on to the hard-ass act. “Morgan…
if I don’t get enough people to help me fight Marita… we won’t have
a future, let alone the possibility of little Caia and Lucien’s
running around under our feet.”
    For a
moment he gazed at her in strained silence and then nodded curtly
before leaving the room with his arm around his wife. Malek
followed in their wake, disgruntled mumblings trailing at the back
of him.
    Caia
turned to face the room. “I feel like I’ve been run
over.”
    “ You handled that like a leader.” Reuben nodded and she could
have sworn there was pride in his eyes. Vanne looked sad and Caia
knew he was still thinking about Marion. The Elders were a little
shell-shocked, but Jae, like Reuben, was smiling smugly.
    “ You kicked ass.”
    She felt
a hand on her arm and looked up to see Alexa smirking. “Thanks. I
mean it. I’m totally pumped to do this.”
    Caia
glanced over Alexa’s long nails and saw her suddenly as a lykan, a
strong, lithe black wolf with powerful form. “I have no doubt that
you can take care of yourself.”
    Vanne
coughed, drawing back their wandering attention. “As interesting as
this little window into pack life has been, I do suggest we get a
move on.”

    9 – Game
on
     
    This was it. Caia glanced around at everyone gathered
outside Magic Fitness . She couldn’t believe who had turned up to pull through for
this coup. Phoebe MacLachlan stood hands akimbo, muttering
instructions to three burly male MacLachlans whose faces were
pinched with concentration. Alfred Doukas’ eldest son gathered with
nine other representatives of the Council’s families all ready to
take on Marita and her soldiers. Their fury crackled around them
like the sky before a lightning storm. As for Pack Errante, Caia
had Magnus, Alexa, Jaeden, Christian and Lucia, Aidan and Irini.
The others had been left behind under the protection of Ella,
Dimitri and Morgan. As for Vil and Laila, Caia had sent them both
back to hide out at Ryder’s apartment. Reuben and Vanne stood off
to the side with their heads together and Caia watched them
suspiciously.
    “ Something we need to know boys?” she asked in
irritation.
    “ No.” Reuben shook his head. “Just going over the plan one
more time.”
    “ Everyone knows the plan. You create a distraction in the
reception whilst Jaeden and I head towards the containment centre.
You follow when you get the chance. Lykans use your noses to follow
our trail, magiks use the lykans to follow their trail. OK?” She
looked around them waiting for a nod of agreement from them all.
The magiks from the Council member’s families all stared at her in
awe and she could tell they were thinking – ‘Who the hell is this
kid?’ Nothing for it now, though. They had all agreed to
this.
    “ OK. Let’s get off this street before someone calls the cops,”
she cracked. It was dark and there was no one around. She hoped.
Caia turned back to the door and used her magik to pop the lock.
Like quiet mice in a churchyard they all made their way inside and
followed her to the room with the