Belinda Boring - The Mystic Wolves

“Then fire away. What’s the first topic for discussion?”

I loved the way he bantered with me, and I tapped my finger against my chin, trying to decide. There was still so much I didn’t know about him because he was the master of evasion. Though I learned not to pry too much into his life, I looked forward to whatever tidbit he revealed. There were things on my mind we could talk about, but an image flashed in my mind. I suddenly sat up straight, turning myself to face him before crossing my legs.

“What is the deal with Vlad? He doesn’t seem to be the kind of partner you would have so I know there’s a story there. Spill it.” I looked at him intently, waiting to see what he’d divulge.

“He is the bane of my existence at the moment… the thorn in my side… the constant source of irritation.” He rubbed his hand across his forehead, lowering his voice. “And he’s also my family.”

I couldn’t help it. I exploded into laughter so hard I had tears welling in my eyes. “He’s your relative?” I was lucky to get the question out.

“Are you finished?” He cocked his eyebrow, a scowl on his face. It seemed I found a tender spot that begged for me to poke at it.

“Nope. I’m sorry, but this is too funny. He appears to be so awkward, and you’re always so… not awkward. How come I’ve never met him before?”

“Because I never intended him to become a vampire, or to be introduced into our world.” He let out a frustrated sigh, and I slanted forward, knowing he was about to reveal something. “He’s a descendant of my beloved sister, and was meant to remain human. They all were, but sometimes things happen. Vlad was to remain ignorant of who I was, but after a lapse in my judgment, discovered I was a vampire. He became enamored with the idea of being turned, pestering me relentlessly until I finally decided to just wipe his mind and remove myself from his life. The evening I chose to execute my plans, I arrived at his home to find him dying, lying in a pool of blood. Seems he didn’t need me after all, and had found someone to help him. I had no other option but to help finish his transition and ease his passage into his new life. I was honor bound to protect my family, having given a blood-oath to my sister, so I took him back to my King for guidance. He’s with me now because his sparkling personality has almost gotten him staked on numerous occasions.” Devlin chuckled to himself. “Imagine that?”

“You made a blood oath with your sister?” I couldn’t help the surprise in my voice and I’m sure my eyes were as large as saucers. I didn’t know too much, but what I did know was a blood oath was one of the most sacred of pledges a person could offer. It was unbreakable, immovable, and very rarely made. It was the tightest of commitments between two people and to break it meant suffering a death too horrible to imagine.

“My, you are observant tonight.” He nodded, smiling, a wistful look crossed his face and I knew he was remembering her.

“You remind me a lot of her-the same willful spirit, gentle soul, and playful heart. There are even times where I think you share similar mannerisms. It made loving you, and wanting to watch over you a joy. Hers was a hard life, one I would never have chosen for her, but as a devoted brother, I honored her wishes. She made the mistake of loving the wrong person, became pregnant ,and later lost her life in childbirth. The babe lived, but losing her was a devastating blow. From her death bed she requested something of me, demanding I give her a blood oath, and I couldn’t refuse her. I left that night to see it begin and have spent the years bound by it. I know I’ll spend the remainder of my life fulfilling my promise, even when it means I’m stuck with a family member who thinks he’s reached bad ass status by calling himself Vlad.” He scoffed as he ran his fingers through his hair before crossing his arms over his chest. “Of course, maybe it’s an improvement from his birth name, which was Cuthbert. I called him Bertie for short, which annoyed him to no end.”

I snorted. “Really?” I asked, loving the way he was sharing about his family. I couldn’t remember the last time he had talked this long about himself. I was almost too hesitant to interrupt. “Well, it could’ve been worse, you know?”

“How so?” He asked, looking curious.

“He could’ve called himself Edward, or Jasper. Sparkling is the “in” thing right now.”

Devlin groaned loudly. “I would’ve staked him myself.”

Laughing hard, I grabbed my sides as I imagined him chasing poor Vlad around the room with a stake. Just when I thought I could stop, an image of Devlin glittering in the sun filled my mind, sending me into another round of hysterics.

“Now what?” he said, scowling at my laughter

“I was picturing what you’d look like as a Cullen. I think you’d totally rock the sparkle.”

“Yeah, enough.” He held up his hand, shaking his head. “Next topic.”

“Okay, I’m sorry. It was too hard to resist.” Taking in a calming breath, I continued, “I love hearing about your past, though. What was your sister’s name?”

“Elynor.” He sighed. “Even after all this time I miss her. She would have loved you immensely had she known you.”

I rested my hand on his arm and squeezed, trying to offer comfort. We settled into another bout of silence, lost in our thoughts, and I was grateful for the glimpse he had given me. I had no problem imagining him interacting with his sister, doting on her ,because he’d shown similar affection for me.

I went to ask him more questions, but became distracted by the images filtering through my connection. Relaxing, trying to steady my emotions so I didn’t lose contact, I closed my eyes and concentrated.

Sensing something was happening, Devlin didn’t utter a word, the room going still.

It wasn’t difficult to understand what Mason and Daniel was experiencing. They had finally arrived at the meeting place, and judging from what details I could see, Avery had invited them to one of the larger homes on the other side of town. This surprised me because I didn’t think he was local. Trying to remember the street names, looking for familiar landmarks, I felt a rush of excitement. I knew where they were.

The house appeared to be dimly light, and as they cautiously entered the property, no one was there to greet them or confront them. Again, this was interesting since I was almost certain Avery would’ve had an entourage of minions.

Daniel apparently thought the same thing because I heard him ask Mason what he thought about the absence of resistance.

Scoping the area and not seeing any movement, the Alpha whispered to stay alert. They continued moving up the pathway toward the entrance, their hands resting lightly on their weapons

“Is everything alright?” Devlin’s voice broke my concentration and I quickly nodded, returning my focus to the mental images so I wouldn’t miss anything.

“They’ve arrived and they’re not sure what to make of it. They’re approaching the front door, but they don’t like the lack of guards. It’s too quiet.”

“Do you recognize where they are?”

I nodded, but didn’t answer. Mason was pounding on the door and both continued to look around warily. I could sense his confusion and the moment when he decided they needed to leave, but the door suddenly opened, revealing Avery.

He was immaculately dressed in a dark blue suit, tailor made from its appearance. He bowed slightly, welcoming them into his home.

I wanted to scream for Mason to follow his gut and come home, not liking the look of satisfaction on the vampire’s face, but I forced myself to be silent.

Showing no hesitation, they crossed the threshold, the door slamming shut behind them, and I felt like this was a scene straight from of a horror movie.