Cecy Robson - Cursed By Destiny

Taran looked from me to Gemini, her torn expression obvious in the way she took us in. I refused to allow her to choose between us. “Go ahead, Taran. If you’re going to do this, it’s best you stay with Gemini.”

Emme wrung her hands nervously. It was a rare occurrence for the four of us not to fight as a family. Still, she recognized the need for Taran’s power on Aric’s team. She tried to smile despite her obvious worry. Shayna slung an arm around Taran. “Go with them, dude. We’ll keep each other safe.”

Taran jutted out her chin. “Okay, Makawee. I’ll accompany Aric’s team. But only if Celia can take another of his Warriors.”

Anara’s teeth grinding made it clear Taran’s request was out of line. She didn’t seem to care, and neither did Koda. He stepped forward and bowed. “Great Elders, I respectfully ask to accompany Celia’s team. Shayna is my mate and I would like to assure her safety and that of her family.”

“No,” Anara said stiffly. “She will only distract you from your goal.”

Koda’s tumultuous dark eyes blazed with volatility. Aric took hold of his arm. His actions, while assertive, did little to silence Koda. “You allow Gemini to stay with Taran, but you will not allow me to be with my wife?”

The sound of wolves howling followed the surge in Anara’s power and anger. “Gemini has the ability to split into two wolves, one who can continue with the mission at all costs and one who can protect his mate. Unless you have suddenly developed this gift, you are to accompany Aric.”

“Anara, my mate—”

“Miakoda, she voluntarily chooses to be with her sister. No one is forcing her to do anything. I will hear no more on this subject.” Like the flick of switch, the song of wolves ended.

I seriously thought Koda was going to attack Anara, and apparently so did Shayna. She left Taran to wrap her arms around him. He returned her embrace. While it did not completely soothe his rage, it calmed him enough not to make a move against his Elder.

A bunch of swearwords ran through my head. Damn, I hated Anara. He returned my glare with equal loathing and likely a little more. Any sane person would have dropped her eyes immediately. It was a shame I sometimes felt sanity was overrated. “Is there something you wish to say, Celia?”

Uri placed himself in front of me. I stumbled back a little when a touch of his vampiric magic brushed against my shoulders. He was flexing his power to both me and the wolves, despite his deceptively pleasant smile. “Leave her alone, Anara,” he said. “Celia is family and friend.”

“Among other things,” Anara added scornfully. Aric bellowed a hideous growl, shaking the glass wall. Misha covered my mouth and hauled me to the door as Anara swerved toward Aric. “ You dare challenge your Elder? ”

Martin stepped between Aric and Anara, his dark face twisting with anger. “Do you expect Aric to ignore such blatant disrespect to his mate? Enough of this childish behavior, Anara.”

Makawee’s soothing power flickered and encased the furious wolves. It was Aric, though, whom she specifically addressed. “Aric, calm, please.”

It was only because Aric’s growls ceased that I allowed Misha to lead me outside. He released me once we reached the wide walkway at the bottom of the stone steps. “Anara only behaves this way as he is threatened by you. Do not give him the satisfaction of knowing his words affect you so.”

“I don’t care what that idiot thinks of me. But I do care about how he treats Shayna and Koda. It’s as if their relationship doesn’t matter. He’s a bully and an elitist, and I can’t stand him.”

“You do not have to hold him in your favor.” He smiled then. “But I fear your anger blinds you from seeing you have found the weapon to eliminate the very enemy who seeks your destruction.”

I straightened at his words, unsure of what he meant. Then I remembered how desperate the Tribemasters were getting, and how the strongest among them had sought to raise Ihuaivulu. “The stone. The one I’m supposed to go after?” I grabbed Misha. “If I get it, I can take out the Tribe once and for all.”

“Or at the very least cripple them beyond repair. Either way, you can see to the Tribe’s destruction and those who follow it.” Misha’s humor dissolved and his stare turned forceful. “This corroborates that they were the ones who sought to kill you. If they’d schemed to raise Ihuaivulu, then they’d know we’d send you to retrieve the element that could stop him.”

Especially since Virginia portrayed me as the vampires’ linchpin. Knowing I could finally end this war fired up my desire to find that damn stone. “I can do this,” I said aloud.

He pushed my hair off my shoulders. “I know you can.”

Misha’s smirk and his show of affection made me uncomfortable. I caught Shayna’s and Koda’s scents and used that as an excuse to turn from Misha. They sat near one of the outdoor fireplaces on the massive porch holding each other. Koda stroked Shayna’s ponytail so that the long strands slipped between his fingers. From the gentle way he showed her affection, no one would suspect how easily he could kill. “I don’t want you to go with Celia,” he said. “We don’t know what you’ll find and I can’t focus if I’m worried about you.”

Shayna smiled, but her grin lacked its usual brightness. “Puppy, I can’t sit by while you and Celia are away, any more than you could. I promise we’ll be careful.”

“It’s more than that, baby. I want to be with you.”

Shayna continued to smile despite the tear that slid down her cheek. “I would love to fight alongside you. If it wasn’t for that loser—”

Koda cut her off with a kiss. His original intent was likely to keep her from insulting Anara within hearing distance. The kiss, however, turned into something more . . . a lot more. My own temperature rose considerably when Koda swept Shayna into his arms and disappeared to say a proper good-bye.

Misha placed his lips near my ear. “I see passions run deep in the Wird family.”

I took a few steps away from him. “Stop it, Misha.”

The aroma of angry lupine had me glancing toward the top of the steps where Aric stood. He stalked down and handed me a stack of documents without meeting my face. “These are your passports and medical records. I understand the vampires already provided you with the necessary immunizations.” He spoke as if discussing business with a complete stranger. I searched his features for a hint of the man I loved, yet he continued to avert his gaze.

I cleared my throat. “I was vaccinated months ago in preparation for my foreign missions.” Aric nodded, refusing to look at me directly. “Which Warrior do you suggest I take with me?” I asked in an attempt to get his attention.

“Liam volunteered to go. Based on what’s happening between him and Emme, I advised against it. It’s best that they spend some time away from each other. Out of everyone I’d want Gemini to assist you, but it’s not fair to oblige him since Taran will be with us.”

“What about Bren?”

Aric leaned back on his heels. “Bren isn’t respected by the Elders due to his lack of education in our pack and because of his former lone status. I had to fight to include him in the meeting today. But despite his weaknesses, I know he’s loyal and a fierce fighter.” He ran his hand through his hair. “The problem I face is trying to convince the Elders.”

“Kitten, is Brendan who you desire by your side?” Aric glared at Misha. He hated when he called me “kitten.”

I not so casually stepped between them. “Only if he wants to go.”

He flashed Aric a little fang. “Then you shall have him. I will inform Uri and he will make it so.”