Lady Of The Lake

Dragana POV

Alpha King Jonathan and Roman exchanged a knowing, understanding glance, which told me there was more to the story of Blessed Blade. “Well... umm... errr.... we happen to have two here, in the pack in fact.. I mean...”, Alpha King Jonathan replied, looking uncomfortable with the whole discussion. “The swords that used to belong to our ancestors, the swords my father cherished and used in the battles in the past... . It is said they were blessed by the Goddess herself, when she granted us the power to become Kings. Or so the legend goes”, he clarified. “There is, however, a catch to it”, he shifted on his feet anxiously, not looking me in the eye. “Only the Spieta line can wield them”, he deadpanned. “So Roman can wield them? Right?”, it was Lady Asma who spoke now. “It is true. I can. However, the Yamuna River is at least 5 days' journey and with Lady Jasmine’s condition....I am not sure we will make it in time. Also, the full moon is in three days”, he said, worry etched over his face, his brow furrowed. I could tell he was troubled, as was everybody else.

“We will figure that part out. We need to get Jasmine to the lake!!! We are losing precious time!! First things first!”, Vasilla now roared and we hurried out, Roman and Art carrying Jasmine gently between them, her long blonde hair falling down over her lifeless body. Her breathing was slower, her face losing color and her wounds were not healing. We had to hurry, she was on borrowed time. As soon as we got out of the house, I let Vasilla out. I needed her powers. I shifted quickly to the astonishment of everybody but Art.“You are beautiful”, Roman said hoarsely, looking at me strangely, observing the majesty of Vasilla’s form. I gave him a small smile.

We went to the lake, placing Jasmine gently under the blue-blooming tree. I knelt next to her when I heard a voice. “Come closer…..” It was coming from the lake itself. I moved over to the waters, something pulling me, calling to me. “You need to be careful Dragana! Please..”, Art urged me, yet somehow, I knew that no harm would come to me. “Closer.. you need to come in…” I walked into the waters of the lake and every step felt as if my powers were getting stronger, as if I were absorbing the magic of the lake itself.. “Look…” the voice urged me further.. I looked at my reflection in the still waters which glistened like a mirror.. The three purple stars were shinning and pulsating with incredible power… “I will keep her safe Princess… for you…” the voice continued.

I did not know if I could trust the voice or not, but I really had no choice. Also, I knew that all magic has a price. “What do you want from us???” Vasilla asked. “This is my gift… gift to my descendant…” I was confused…Descendant??? ”Who are you????” I now was puzzled by this. “I am the white wolf… My son…He was your family… You are the descendant of Elder Lakota child…My mate was his made son…My mate and my children whom I lost before their time… I will not let you lose family too…” she said, breaking my heart in the process. The pain in her words was still fresh, after all this time, I could feel her sorrow, sorrow she carried with her into the afterlife. I thought that her story was a legend, a folklore fable perhaps, but apparently it was all true. “I do not understand… If your mate and children died…”.. “I had another son… I was pregnant when they took my mate and my twins from me… I hid my son from my enemies, keeping his identity hidden. A local shaman helped me, here in the mountains, and when I passed he raised him as his own. He married his fated mate. A beautiful witch.. a very powerful witch…..” she hinted gently… A realization suddenly hit me…

“My father was your son????!!!!”… “He was child… I am your grandmother, Princess… and you carry Lakota’s lineage with you… Your wolf takes after me though”, she said gently. My heart was bursting. I did not know what to say..” “I will protect Jasmine..” she said simply. My whole body was pulsating with energy I never felt before. I knew I was powerful. I felt my powers before but this was something else. My whole body was tingling, sparks starting to fly.. “What is happening to me???”.. “I have blessed you child… Bring Jasmine to me”.. she replied softly again…


I turned over to shocked faces standing by the lake. In my mind, I called Jasmine’s body to me and it floated directly in front of me.. The blue-blooming tree started shedding its flowers. Thousands of them fell on Jasmine, creating a cocoon around her, enveloping her gradually, until her beautiful face was covered completely. I stood there, mesmerized. “Why did you call Vasilla and not my wolf, Aisha?”, I asked, confused. “Jasmine is a Lycan, she needed the Lycan powers child… Besides, you are not ready to reveal your wolf to your mate”.. Apparently, grandma knew everything… “Thank you… I .. I do not know how to thank you…” I started, fighting back the tears… “Be happy Dragana… Live your life .. Do not let your father’s sacrifice be in vain…”, she replied, her voice becoming distant, as Jasmine’s body started submerging ..

“Wait!.. I did not get your name grandma!!! What is your name???”

“I am Nakomis, Queen of the Elder Tribe… And you, my child, are my only heir, the rightful Queen of the werewolves..." she responded, shocking me completely.