He nodded. “Wren was there too. She went with Castiel.”
His way of saying I might be remembering a night as Wren with his brother as my date. How freaking depressing.
Maddy shuffled out in her pj’s with her hair ratted to one side and I snickered but then balked when I saw the time.
“Hey, I’ve got class in—”
The front door was kicked open then and we all sprang into action. Maddy hit the floor, covering her head since she was closest. Leah ducked under the table and Brayden and I rushed forward, stopping when we saw Silas standing there with a twelve-gauge shotgun pointed at my chest. Three men fanned out behind him.
My heart fluttered against my ribcage and my mouth went dry. My gun was back in the bedroom and I felt completely powerless.
“You like these things huh?” He looked over at the gun. “Thought I might pick one up for you.”
“Get off my land,” Brayden roared, pelts of fur running down his throat.
Silas glanced over at the alpha and grinned, “Your littlebitchhere showed Greywolf power in front of my wolves and she will now answer to the Fae Lords.”
Brayden lunged forward with a growl and Silas cocked the shotgun, causing Brayden to stop dead in his tracks.
The douchebag then looked at me and I saw something gold glint in his free hand.
“Averly Silvers, you have been hereby summoned before the Fae Lords,” Silas said with an official tone to his voice, and my stomach clenched at the mention of my last name.
“No!” Brayden yelled, and then Silas threw a golden egg-shaped metal ball at my feet.
Huh?
I had half a second of confusion before it cracked in half, opening to reveal a glowing green magic.
The sound of cracking bones forced me to snap my head to the right and my eyes widened as I saw Leah’s back hunch forward, breaking in half.
She was shifting.No.
Maddy and Brayden both lunged for me at the same time, but it was too late. A portal of some sort had opened in front of me and before I could process it I was sucked inside like a vacuum. The last thing I heard was my name on Brayden’s lips and Leah’s half human howl.
One second I was standing in Brayden’s living room and the next my bare feet slammed onto a cold white marble floor.
My head snapped up and I saw four fae sitting on separate high-backed thrones. They sat rigidly in the ornately carved stone seats and scowled at me as I stumbled forward in confusion.
“Kneel!” the woman on the far left shouted, and I was thrown to my knees as a force pressed on my back.
Holy crap.
This had to be the Fae Lords. There was no denying this power. Two women and two men sat before me and my gaze darted around the space, taking in the regal and opulent room. I was inside of a castle with a domed ceiling all made of white marble. There were circular cutouts for windows, and in the center of each window was a metal howling wolf emblem.
This was the Moon Valley, Brayden’s old home, his old castle. It had to be.
A male Fae Lord stood and walked over to me. His pointed ears poked out of the side of his slicked back dark brown hair, streaked through with silver. “Reveal your power.” He flicked his wrist towards me, and again an unseen force pressed in on me. A burning pain started in my stomach but I ignored it, trying to show no reaction. The pain increased and I bit the inside of my cheek.
“You stripped my power!” I snarled, deciding to sell Lena’s version of this story.
The man looked at one of the female Fae Lords to his left and her eyes narrowed.
She was the complete opposite of the man; her hair was white as cotton and fell in loose waves all the way to her waist. Two small braids tied off with crystals kept her hair from her face. She walked to the side of the stage and took the steps down the platform two by two. Panic gripped me as she walked closer to me. Her long silvery dress looked fit for a sixteenth-century queen. The hem trailed five feet behind her as she strode forward with a purpose. There was a thick golden bangle bracelet on each of her wrists that I quickly noticed the other fae wore as well. As she neared, I was taken by surprise by her bright purple eyes. They were beautiful and haunting and she wore a scowl of disgust as she looked at me.
“Are you Wren Greywolf?” she asked, and there was power in her voice. My head suddenly felt tight.
Brayden’s words of wisdom about encountering a Fae Lord and not lying to them suddenly came back to me.
