“Omega Aurora Sinclair willnotbe offered as a sacrifice to the demon dog,” he announces, his voice an octave lower and formidable when he addresses the officials of the Snehvolk Pack.
My jaw drops in shock, my mind spinning as I can only mildly make out the rest of what he says.
“She is gifted with the abilities passed down to her from her heritage, and she had a vision that prophesies how to defeat the demon. For this reason, we must spare her life. In fact…” his voice tapers off as he glances down at me, meeting my eyes with solemn conviction. “We must protect her at all costs.”
I can’t believe what I’m hearing, my eardrums droning with the ringing of disbelief as I stare open-mouthed at Elias.
A vision?
A prophecy about defeating the demon?
Elias wants to protect me?
None of it makes sense, and I can’t help but feel suspicious despite the flip of events now that he’s declared that I must be protected.
What is happening?
I don’t believe a word he says…
Chapter 9 - Elias
I see the disbelief flashing in Aurora’s eyes, just as a chorus of incredulous gasps fills the air inside the den.
I knew what I must do when I picked Aurora up in that motel room. That’s why I called an emergency meeting between the elders and the alphas, wanting to announce the truth I’d discovered when I went out in search of Aurora.
Although the other alphas are my subordinates, working under me, they have enough pull within the pack to make decisions and offer opinions. But not about my life. I turn to them, a determined scowl on my face as a response to their skepticism.
One glance around tells me that no one believes what I just claimed. I mean, it is quite unfathomable that the lowly omega who was set to be the pack’s sacrifice to the demon would turn out to have psychic powers, but I trust myself enough to be certain of what I witnessed.
I am the pack’s leading alpha, after all, and I won’t doubt myself in such a dire, serious situation.
It angers me that I’m being stared at by the others as if what I just said is a lie.
Brooks chuckles wryly. “We must protect the omega?!” he scoffs, the sound of his gruff voice stirring my inner wolf into attention, ready to lash out at his question.
“Yes,” I concede with a supreme, firm nod. “The omega, Aurora Sinclair, is my mate.”
Another round of cold, incredulous gasps fill the room, but my inner wolf only finds motivation to protect its mate when she tenses up beside me. I feel her warmth seeping from herfingers despite holding them in mine, and I realize she truly doesn’t remember what happened when she passed out last night and woke up in a trance-like state.
She’s in disbelief right now and probably thinks I’m as crazy as the pack elders and alphas.
The only difference is that Aurora doesn’t breathe a word, leaving the room in chaos as everyone voices their concerns.
“The omega cannot be your mate!”
“You are the alpha of this pack!”
“What about the demon?”
I can hardly keep up with the questions, frustratedly raising one hand to silence the room.
“Enough!” I roar, the stern, commanding sound ricocheting off the wooden walls and echoing back to warn everyone of my predominance over them. Like a blanket of threat covering them with uncouth, uncomfortable heat, the elders and alphas of Snehvolk purse their lips with silence washing over them, and their eyes point to me.
“Aurora Sinclair is my mate now,” I declare, my voice measured with control as I speak the solemn declaration from the depths of my werewolf’s being. It’s that very same inherent werewolf urge that has me tightening my fingers around hers, wanting only to protect her and even claim her for the others to see.
“This is something I cannot ignore,” I continue. “Aurora has already had the psychic vision, and I was there to witness it and hear what I needed to.”
“But, Elias…” Thane, the more level-headed of the alphas, raises his hand as if to ask permission to speak.
