Chapter 172

Ygritte POV (Lewis's mom)

I was genuinely minding my own business, for once in my life. I was having a calm, relaxing cup of coffee, overlooking a field on the out skirts of my mates district, when I felt a small push through the mindlink. It wasn't everyday, that I got an alert like this and so, me, being the nosy bitch I am, opened the link and waited to hear exactly who it was that was trying to contact me.

My mind instantly gravitated towards it being Elias, with news about something and nothing. However my interests we're piqued entirely when my nephews voice floated into my head, about needing my help.

It was quite boring at the minute, ever since we joined that human guy Carlos in creating a safe place for anyone to enjoy, life had been one long dreary ride.

We were once warriors of the palace, me and Elias I mean. Sure, Elias's father was the alpha of this pack, but with my mate being the second born son, it was never his fate to take over, that was always Gilliards dads role. So Elias moved to the palace to become a warrior, while his youngest brother became the palace doctor, this of course happened long before the new world came into being.

Obviously, Elias's life became so much more amazing after he met me. My mother was working as a simple maid, while I took after my father and if I'm being modest, am particularly gifted in combat.

The previous king was lovely, a kind man, who tried to do what was right for the world. However I will be the first to admit his pacifistic ways were somewhat frustrating.

He often glazed over human behavior, and would disregard the slaughter of a Lycan by a hunters hands. It wasn't simply, Josh's family who sort to remove him from his position, however after the old kings slaughter, the lycan ideals were even more horrific than they previously were.

Five years ago, instead of introducing wolves to the word peacefully and unproblematically, Josh's father announced that wolves would forever be the superior species, and humans needed to not only acknowledge that, but they needed to bow to our every whim.

And so came the law that humans were subservient to the likes of us.

Both myself and Elias thought it was outrageous, and it certainly wasn't what we had agreed to when we pledged our loyalty to the new royal family. I was heartbroken when I found out how brutally the king was killed.

So we helped a human, create a small yet safe home, where both lycans and humans could live together in harmony, and under the guise of sniffing out rebels for the king, we lived in the next district over. Watching over the place and making sure it remained undiscovered.

Which became slightly more difficult when a certain human decided a smuggling trade needed to begin. The same human that coincidentally, happened to be chosen as my only sons second, yet I believe, true mate.

I liked her, Goddess help me. What I had seen of her on the news, and the stories Lewis would tell me about his time with her, and how amazing she was in his eyes, it was impossible for me not to like her. Dylan, a girl that had been dealt the hand of nightmares, had chosen to accept her deck of cards, and shove them right back up king Josh's ass.

Everything she took and bounced back from, every word that came out of her mouth always had me smiling from ear to ear. The girl had balls, and I for one loved that notion.

So imagine my utter shock, when not only did Gilliard decided to contact me out of the blue, but it was due to a situation regarding my eventual daughter in law, and my idiot son.

"Aunt Ygritte?! I need you're help, how fast can you get here?!" Given my location, I could probably make it to the pack house within five minutes, which made me sigh, I was so looking forward to my peaceful cup of coffee.

"I'll be there in five minutes, what has my son done now?" I braced myself, already knowing that I was about to be told some stupid story. Most likely how Dylan had rejected him or something because he was an idiot who probably said something completely insensitive and stupid.

"Lewis has gotten himself captured by king josh..." Ok, that was not what I was expecting at all. I shot up and away faster than ever allowing myself to shift into my white and light brown wolf. The speed my paws raced at was faster than Gilliards explanation, and so he continued to speak after not getting any sort of verbal reply from me. "Dylan is having a panic attack, and I can't calm her down."

Ah shit, that poor girl must be going through hell in her mind. Although my son was at the forefront of my mind, there truly wasn’t anything I could do for him at the minute, but Dylan, Dylan I may be able to help. I had only met her once, but I could tell what kind of person she was just from our very brief interaction. She was most likely blaming herself for everything and panicking to the brink of collapse thinking about what was about to transpire.

"Whatever you do, don't touch her. The last thing she'll want right now is you to surprise her... I'm literally a minute away." I had ran for six solid minutes before coming to the pack house. A lady waited outside the main doors for me, with a t-shirt dress in her hands, something quick and simple for me to throw over my head so that I wasn't scarring all the young wolves with my flabby belly rolls. I shifted and threw it over my head, allowing my bare feet to slap against the flooring of the entrance hall. "Where are you?"

"Supply closet, first floor.” I wasted zero time in finding my way there and threw open the door, finding Dylan hyperventilating hysterically while sat in a ball on the floor. She seemed different than the last time, and seeing her hair now a pure white color caused me to jolt back slightly in shock. I didn’t pay it much attention though, All that mattered was getting dylans head on the right track.

“Get up.” The demand was evident in my voice, however I remained soft spoken. I think my presence surprised her as her head shot to me, her bloodshot eyes welled up even more at the sight of me and I felt my heart pang inside my chest. “Get up, Dylan.”

“I’m…” She sobbed as her head shook at my gentle yet demanding request. “I’m so so sorry. He’s-he’s going…” she hiccuped, breathing heavily as she attempted to tell me what was going through her mind. Poor girl! “I can’t-I can’t- I can’t do this. I just…” this wasn’t going to help anyone, and so I walked over to her, giving Gilliard a small nod who immediately left the closet, closing the door behind him. He didn’t leave completely however as he remained outside the door, probably waiting in anticipation.

“Come now… surely these tears aren’t for Lewis, goddess, I’ve seen that boy get out of worse scrapes than this. Trust me, he really wouldn’t like seeing you like this.” I gently took hold of the girls forearms and hoisted her up slightly against her will. Her head shook rapidly again and her knees buckled but I held her up.

“The-the king… he’ll, he’ll… he’ll kill him. He might already be…” I didn’t think about anything else and instead wrapped my arms around the poor girl. So much going on inside her head, I actually believe half of the attack was due to the king being so close to her. She knew she’d have to come into contact with the king again, and that thought alone, must terrify her.

“He’s not dead, a mother would know, but he will be, if we don’t act soon.” I dragged her away from my body, hearing her breathing regulate ever so slightly at my words. In truth, I had no idea whether my son was still alive or not, what I did know was that Dylan needed to think he was ok, I hated that Lewis was in such a precarious situation, however, I had to be strong for the queen, who in turn had to get it together and be strong for everyone else. “He needs your help though! Right now, we have no idea what my boy is being put through for information on you. The king will stop at nothing to have you by his side, he made that very clear on live television, while you were residing in the palace with him, never mind the fact that you have now been away from him for months on end.”

“I, I love him…” Dylan stated looking me in the eyes with so much sincerity, that a small smile formed on my lips. “I never told him… I never said it to him, and now I’m going to lose him forever.” She was still teary, still shaking, and she needed Lewis to help her however he was currently predisposed.

“He knows, and he matches those feelings ten fold, and right now, he needs your help. He needs you to confess in person.” I saw a small flame of determination pass through her eyes and she nodded her head, taking in several large deep breaths before roughly wiping her eyes from the tears she had shed. “I need you to show me that confident, vocal, and stubborn girl Lewis had told me all about. You need to take charge of this situation, or we will all fall down a rabbit hole of subpar ideas.”

“Ok.” Like before, she closed her eyes and took multiple deep breaths through her trembling lips. I’m so glad, my baby boy has someone as strong as Dylan that he can lean on when the world gets too much.

“So… What do we do?” I tucked a single piece of hair behind her ear tenderly, and gave her closed lip smile, nodding my head, which silently told her to take her time with her plan, because as soon as she had thought it, it would become underway.

“First, The moon will be full and round in two nights, and we need to assume that the moon goddess was talking about this full moon being the date of battle..” She was right! “Second, while we try to figure out how to get Lewis back…” I cut that train of thought odd quickly.

“No, cast that aside if it’s a task to do later, what are your plans for this specific moment.” She thought for a second and wiped her tears once again, even though, they had now stopped leaking altogether. I nodded at her to keep going, and a gasped left her.

“We need to tell The Australian rebel leaders that the battle is much closer than we thought.” This girl was definitely smarter than she claimed to be. “The communication devise is in Gilliards office.”

“Well then, let’s go and get it for you.” We left the closet and me Dylan and my nephew all ran to his office. Queen Dylan was obviously very used to going through all of Gilliards stuff as she helped herself to the contents of his draws, and gasped when she finally found the device she wanted.

She quickly fiddled with it, before setting up what she needed and allowing it to ring. It wasn’t even 30 before a holographic man in sun glasses answered the call.

“Hello.”

“Jack… it’s Dylan, listen, the battle is in two days, you need to be prepared to lead your group… while I lead mine.”