Chapter 68
There is something in Ambrose's eyes that tell me things are not good. When my phone starts ringing and my computer starts pinging with incoming emails my wolf starts dancing in my head telling me he's itching to sink his teeth in someone or something. My uncle drops into a chair worry etched in every line of his face. “tell me everything uncle.” with a slow nod and a deep breath he begins.
Former Alpha Derek pov
There had been rumors of rogues gathering on the south coastline. With the last email from my nephew, I approached my pups now the alphas of the rising sun pack. Having a female heir is not uncommon these days but what was odd was that she refused to run the pack without her twin brother. After many many late nights, I agreed with the co-alphas on what could go wrong with two strong wolves watching the pack. They did agree things seemed odd and wanted to have it checked out but it was not big enough or that much of a worry to send a team of warriors. Since I was planning a long fishing trip I offered to look into it for them while I was away. They agreed what I didn’t know was the rumors were false. Not as in there was nothing to worry about it was more they planted the rumors in hopes of finding an in for them to get into the pack.
Heading to the area in question I have seen many signs that rogues had been there. The stench of rot in the air was the first clue rogues were around. They were not what I found was several articles of clothing thrown about in a small meadow. Finding this odd I ran home to find the pack, not the pack I left. My pups no longer greeted me as their father, but as former alpha Derek. My pups having called off the contracts and help to the black rose pack will be cut off. I knew something was very wrong. I then tried to log into the office computer to look through what had been going on in the last few days but found my access to all pack-related files was revoked. That’s when I called you to find out what is going on. Not long after hanging up with you, your demon hybrid snatched me out of the room the next thing I know I feel like losing my lunch and standing here in front of you.
Phillip pov
Staring at my uncle at a loss for words. Several things did not add up. Looking over at Ambrose for answers he balks looking between us and giving me a cheeky smirk and mist out. That son of a bitch. “Ambrose get your ass back here right now” I order yelling into thin air “not until you calm down the young man and I have things to attend to so byeeeeee” his voice fading from the room. Spinning around growling out pissed off at Ambrose for taking off when I have so many questions. But first looking back at my uncle. “we will figure this out uncle I promise. I will have a room prepared in my suite for you. And what do you mean demon hybrid?” tilting his head and looking at me oddly then he meets everyone's confused gaze. “you really don’t know do you?” he asks if it was not for the genuine confusion I could hear in his voice my temper would have been lost. “uncle I don’t have time for games and I am getting tired of having more questions then answers so for the love of the goddess spill.”
With a nod, he begins “well it had only been rumor until today but a long, long and I don’t actually know how long ago a demon witch hybrid was found in a coven of witches. They had been trying for years to trap and control a demon for their own foothold in power. What they had not expected was that they didn’t have the power to control a demon so when he broke free of their binds he took his time between killing witches who cast the summons and raping them. He took his time defiling them for a month. Once he finally tired of it he returned to his side of the vail. What had not been expected was that one young servant witch he had taken a fondness for and used as his bed warmer for the entire time he stayed on this side. What no one had expected was that this little witch had just started her fertility ritual as she had been chosen to carry the coven master's heir. This made her very fertile and ended up with her falling pregnant with a hybrid. Or well that is the story my father told me. The young witch had sought refuge in our pack oh so long ago never having another child or taking a mate. She raised the child that was until the coven found out about him. They raided her small cabin leaving nothing and no one alive there. We all thought the child had been destroyed as well. I know you are curious as to why this even matters and that is the mark on your hybrid neck its the mark is of the three-faced goddess only in reverse. He's masked it well I barely noticed it through the runes he's marked all over his skin. What I had thought was the mark of the three-faced goddess turning her back on the child was a mark showing she turned her back on that branch of magic. Along with now the mark of the night goddess we do not name. Both sisters in magic and witchcraft but also the darker side of night. An agent of the dark side of magic and creatures banished from this side of the vail, and his scent. Lavender and smoke and his misting tell me son what witch do you know that mists like that?”
His words left me numb.
