Chapter 18
“Why is it that the pursuit of power clouds the sight of those pursuing it? They think it is in their grasp, and so they take their eyes off their enemy, and it’s that split-second that can change the direction of a fight. One second you’re winning, and the next your heads are spinning, and you’re left standing there thinking ‘What the hell just happened?’” ~Myanin
“Vasile and Alina are dead.”
Myanin watched as Ludcarab turned at the sound of the voice of a fae warrior who’d just flashed into the building. She, Ludcarab, Alston, Sincaro, and Cain had been waiting to hear back from the army they’d sent to the Romania pack stronghold and finally, only moments ago, the room had begun to fill with fae flashing in with vampires, wolves, and warlocks in tow.
Alston stood on Ludcarab’s right, with Sincaro and Cain to his left, while Myanin stood a little apart, her body turned so she could see the entire room of bloodied warriors. It was obvious they’d been given quite a battle.
“What did you say?” Ludcarab asked. The giddiness in his voice made him sound like a child on Christmas morning.
“Vasile and Alina, the Romania pack alphas, are dead,” the fae warrior repeated.
“As is the Warlock King,” reported another fae. “I saw Ren behead him.”
“Where is Ren?” Alston asked.
“Dead,” the fae answered. “The warlock queen killed him.”
Ludcarab chuckled. “A woman scorned.”
“Damn straight,” Myanin muttered under her breath.
“And you’re sure the alpha pair is dead?” Alston asked. He was practically salivating. Myanin found it extremely disturbing for some reason.
“I watched Hatter kill her, ripped her heart from her chest,” the fae said.
Myanin walked over to them. “Hatter?”
The fae smirked. “Yea, because he was mad.”
When she stared at him, he continued. “You know, from the human storyAlice in Wonderland? The Mad Hatter? As in crazy?”
She shrugged. “Why was he the only one who got the name? As far as I can tell, all of you are quite unhinged.”
“Says the djinn who killed one of her own elders.” A vampire to her right smirked.
Myanin didn’t think, she just moved. One second, she was standing with her arms crossed in front of her and the next, her blade was out and she’d sliced it across the vampire’s neck, all the way through, severing the spinal cord until his head rolled off his shoulders and his body crumbled to the floor.
She leaned down and wiped his blood off on his shirt and then re-sheathed the blade in her thigh holster. Myanin stood up and walked back over to where Ludcarab was standing. Alston, Sincaro, and Cain had joined him and were all staring at her with mouths agape.
“I don’t like my business being shared,” she said simply. She looked across the room at all the warriors. “Keep your mouths shut about me and you can keep your heads.”
“Bloody hell,” Sincaro cursed as he shook his head.
“So, this news about the dead alphas and warlock king is good?” she asked.
“It’s more than good,” Ludcarab said. “IT’S A MIGHTY VICTORY,” he roared, and the rest of the room erupted into shouts of excitement. The loud raucous continued for at least five minutes. Myanin wouldn’t have been surprised if they’d started beating their chests and swilling horns of ale.
Finally, the noise died down enough that she heard Alston’s next question. “Where is the vampire, Hatter, who killed the female?”
“Dead,” the reporting fae answered.
“A white wolf killed him and another warlock who had assisted Hatter.”
“Lucian,” Alston said, disdain filling his voice.
“And he is?” Myanin asked.
