Chapter 71
Philip pov
The room went silent as the soft voice from Tyler's arms. The voice was both soft but had enough power for us all to stop and stare at the small she-wolf in his arms. Looking around at us all before wiggling so Tyler who still has yet to stop touching the small thing lets her down. Lacing her fingers with his before turning to us all. Her eyes change from bright moss green to a silvery-white the scent of burnt marshmallow fills the air. “what is with all this fighting my children? Do you think fighting among yourselves will help win this war you are in? Does this bickering as pups help settle the air around you all? And as for you master of two, I come as a warning if you do not fully embrace your whole self you will never find what your heart desires. You all must work together or the strong will become the weak and all is lost.” the small she-wolf soon starts to melt back into Tyler. Her eyes blinked rapidly not seeing as the light that was just in her fades away leaving her moss-colored eyes shining bright with ushered tears.
The room is so quiet as we let the words that were spoken sink. Looking at the small wolf in Ty's arms confused “pup are you an oracle?” a small growl comes from Ty as I address the pup he’s clinging to oddly. Shooting my eyes at him I can see the internal struggle between him and his wolf. In the corner of my eye is see her shaking her head. Not taking my eyes off of Tyler when I hear Ambrose clear his throat. “old man?” “young Philip I should have warned you the little she-wolf is the young Tyler's mate I might have helped the bond a little. Young Tyler is suffering from the need to claim his mate.” Ambrose sings out as he waves his arms around a feast appearing in his wake. “as for your uncle claim that I am not as I seem it's a long story I rather not get into. For now, know I am and have always been on the side of the Samuels.” nodding at him I see my uncle drop his shoulders in acceptance. “for now I will leave it but after this is done Ambrose I want the whole story.” waving his hand at me in a dismissive manner I bite back a growl.
“The fight you have is not with me former alpha. The fight is with the night coven and the winters pack.” Ambrose sneered at my uncle. “is that so demon? Is that not the mark of the night coven?” my uncle asks pointing at Ambrose's neck. “I could no more control to whom I was born than you could. Unlike you shifters, I will always have my birthmark no matter who I follow the night or the light.” Ambrose sighs in annoyance that he had to explain something so simple. Well simple for him as I had no idea about this. that's when it occurred to me I had never seen a mark on other witches this is a question I will ask Ambrose later as right now is not the time.
“why would you be unable to help fight the night coven Ambrose?” will ask from the back of the room. “as the former alpha stated I bear the mark of the night coven but I was not raised nor do they know of my existence. For that reason I can't help you fight them I can not expose myself to them.” that's when my uncle starts yelling “no no no no fucking way the stories” pointing to Ambrose “no your lying but then no he can't be I can smell……..fffuuucccckkkkkkkkkkk” he whispers out as he drops to the ground on his knees. Lost in his own mind my uncle is just a shell of himself. Just when I was about to call for a team to prepare a room for my uncle he snaps his eyes to Ambrose “the story is true but how should you not be dead? A thousand years ago the tale starts but” he points to Ambrose. Looking around lost I see I am not the only one. “cant be you have to be the offspring of but no you smell too strong of the smoke you have a lot” “uncle enough. Someone explain now.” I command.
“oh, very well young Philip. I see to move this along we must go back. First I will not answer how long ago or if that one thousand years ago is true so don’t ask. Long ago.” a long pointed look at us all before he continues. “a group of witches in the night coven wanted more power. They wanted to rule the night coven but alone they were not strong enough. So they set out to summon a demon in hopes of enslaving one and using its power. After years of failed attempts, they summoned one. But their wards were too weak and he was free. He raped and slaughtered most of the witches eating the others leaving one little servant girl he used for his own gratification for over a month before he was banished back over the vail. What the demon didn’t know was that the night before he was summoned the girl had been hand-fasted and took the potion of fertility as they do at the end of any hand-fasting. When the girl found she had fallen pregnant she had no question as to who the father was. The demon took her maidenhood as her hand-fasted had not returned from the hunt with the sacrifice to activate the potion. The slaughter of the witches by the demon had acted as the sacrifice when the demon took her maidenhood. This made it so she could not be without a child. She ran and sought refugee in a pack of rogues she helped build to a pack. When her child was born through the pack had known the child was not a shifter or a human but something else it was the sight of the child they could not look past. The day the young witch left she told the new alpha his new pack had been the rising sun she needed to move on. A reminder that the night has an end.” he looks over at my uncle a soft smile on his mouth and a fondness in his eyes. My uncle bowed his head. Not every pack has a story behind its name but the ones that do always hit home when you find out their story.
“if you have not guessed the young servant girl was my mother a third-generation night coven witch. My father a demon yes name unknown and for my safety, I would like to keep it that way. That being said I am a child of the night coven by blood with demon blood they would drain me and use my blood in not-so-nice ways. I had heard rumors they had been working with the winters but nothing solid had ever been found. If they get their fingers in the powers of the winters more than they have now a child born of winters and night coven blood depending on the god or goddess attached to the winters pup could be horrible. I must ask the princess if there is an order to the bonds or if it is random” Ambrose rambles as he starts pacing the room. Soon the room is filling with smoke an odd mixture of smells sour spicy sweet citrusy shaking my head looking around confused. “brimstone?” my uncle asks as the room goes black and bright fiery orange eyes stare at me from the dark. “monironi…. fear not the demon you see fear the demon hidden in plain sight. Trust the eyes that stare back from the silver mirror.” in a blink, the smokey voice is gone along with the orange eyes and the odd scent.
“well that wasn’t vague or anything”
