he took breath into his body.
“Your brothers have formed a revolution against me and I need someone to lead my army. I want that someone to be you.”
Something stirred inside him. A thought. He couldn’t grasp it and it floated away into the purple haze. “Yes, my Alpha. As you wish.”
“Good.” Kendrick moved forward. “Let’s go see if you can still do what I need you to do.”
His wolf wagged his tail. They were going to go do some sort of fighting. There was nothing either of them enjoyed more than violence, particularly if they got to wield it on Kendrick’s behalf.
With an ease to his step, he followed his father. Wherever they were—and really Gabe had no idea where they were located—it smelled funny. He sniffed the air again. “Where are the woods, Father?”
Kendrick turned around, an eyebrow raised. “The woods?”
“Westervelt. I can’t smell it anywhere.” And he should. He knew that much. Westervelt meant home and home meant … who? An image of a red-haired woman with the biggest brown eyes briefly surfaced in his mind before it poofed out of existence.
“We’re taking back Westervelt. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” It just seemed hard to keep ideas in his head. Oh well . He shrugged. Really, what did it matter?
I don’t seem to care . His wolf hiccupped and a big puff of purple haze escaped through his mouth.
You look funny .
His wolf scratched his side. You do too .
They walked toward the backyard of the house. His father opened the door and after Gabriel walked through it closed behind him with a loud bang.
“Drea.” His father called out behind him and the woman who’d been with them earlier appeared out of thin air. One second she hadn’t been present, and the next she stood in front of him.
“How did you do that?” Was that something he should know?
“I’m a witch. That’s what we do.” She patted him on the shoulder before turning to his father. “Don’t worry. The pressing point here is that he’ll know how to kill a witch when the time is right. And he’ll need to. My sources tell me Rex’s mate Elizabeth Willow is officially living on Westervelt. The haughty bitch will be a problem. But Gabriel will have the tools to end her.”
“Let’s see some of these tools.” Kendrick whistled. For a second nothing happened but moments later, a loud bang sounded and green doors, which he had previously not noticed—because, really, why bother paying attention to things that don’t matter?—opened from the ground. A group of twelve very pungent-smelling male wolves traipsed out of the entrance.
They must have been below ground. That seemed like a funny place to put them. Why would someone hide the foul-smelling beasts down there? They could stay above ground if only they’d bathe.
“Gabriel.” Kendrick’s voice caught his attention. “These are the wolves I have created to help you take back Westervelt. Soon you will use them, but for now I need to see you kill them. It’s important that you demonstrate to me just how strong you still can be.”
Gabriel nodded even as an ache formed at the back of his neck. Are you causing that pain?
His wolf shook his head. No, I’m not sure what that is .
With a shove he pushed the discomfort to the back of his mind. If his Alpha needed him, he’d ignore more agony than a little throbbing caused.
Kendrick whistled again. “Boys, attack Gabriel.”
The men began to groan, a horrid, aching sound that sent chills up Gabriel’s spine. For just a moment the purple haze began to float away. His shoulders felt lighter and he stretched. His mind churned while a million fleeting images flickered before his eyes.
The purple haze plummeted downward and the weird images disappeared. He blinked and it seemed like they’d never been there at all.
“You wish for me to kill the creatures, Father?” His palms itched to begin the attack.
“If you can.”
Gabriel laughed, a long, hard sound that vibrated over the
“Your brothers have formed a revolution against me and I need someone to lead my army. I want that someone to be you.”
Something stirred inside him. A thought. He couldn’t grasp it and it floated away into the purple haze. “Yes, my Alpha. As you wish.”
“Good.” Kendrick moved forward. “Let’s go see if you can still do what I need you to do.”
His wolf wagged his tail. They were going to go do some sort of fighting. There was nothing either of them enjoyed more than violence, particularly if they got to wield it on Kendrick’s behalf.
With an ease to his step, he followed his father. Wherever they were—and really Gabe had no idea where they were located—it smelled funny. He sniffed the air again. “Where are the woods, Father?”
Kendrick turned around, an eyebrow raised. “The woods?”
“Westervelt. I can’t smell it anywhere.” And he should. He knew that much. Westervelt meant home and home meant … who? An image of a red-haired woman with the biggest brown eyes briefly surfaced in his mind before it poofed out of existence.
“We’re taking back Westervelt. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” It just seemed hard to keep ideas in his head. Oh well . He shrugged. Really, what did it matter?
I don’t seem to care . His wolf hiccupped and a big puff of purple haze escaped through his mouth.
You look funny .
His wolf scratched his side. You do too .
They walked toward the backyard of the house. His father opened the door and after Gabriel walked through it closed behind him with a loud bang.
“Drea.” His father called out behind him and the woman who’d been with them earlier appeared out of thin air. One second she hadn’t been present, and the next she stood in front of him.
“How did you do that?” Was that something he should know?
“I’m a witch. That’s what we do.” She patted him on the shoulder before turning to his father. “Don’t worry. The pressing point here is that he’ll know how to kill a witch when the time is right. And he’ll need to. My sources tell me Rex’s mate Elizabeth Willow is officially living on Westervelt. The haughty bitch will be a problem. But Gabriel will have the tools to end her.”
“Let’s see some of these tools.” Kendrick whistled. For a second nothing happened but moments later, a loud bang sounded and green doors, which he had previously not noticed—because, really, why bother paying attention to things that don’t matter?—opened from the ground. A group of twelve very pungent-smelling male wolves traipsed out of the entrance.
They must have been below ground. That seemed like a funny place to put them. Why would someone hide the foul-smelling beasts down there? They could stay above ground if only they’d bathe.
“Gabriel.” Kendrick’s voice caught his attention. “These are the wolves I have created to help you take back Westervelt. Soon you will use them, but for now I need to see you kill them. It’s important that you demonstrate to me just how strong you still can be.”
Gabriel nodded even as an ache formed at the back of his neck. Are you causing that pain?
His wolf shook his head. No, I’m not sure what that is .
With a shove he pushed the discomfort to the back of his mind. If his Alpha needed him, he’d ignore more agony than a little throbbing caused.
Kendrick whistled again. “Boys, attack Gabriel.”
The men began to groan, a horrid, aching sound that sent chills up Gabriel’s spine. For just a moment the purple haze began to float away. His shoulders felt lighter and he stretched. His mind churned while a million fleeting images flickered before his eyes.
The purple haze plummeted downward and the weird images disappeared. He blinked and it seemed like they’d never been there at all.
“You wish for me to kill the creatures, Father?” His palms itched to begin the attack.
“If you can.”
Gabriel laughed, a long, hard sound that vibrated over the
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