Chapter 85

A/N: The chapter word count’s weird but the way I broke up SO MUCH writing won’t make sense if I make them ALL small chapters. So some are standard (og length). Tbh I kinda wish I could go back to og writing size.
Samira
“No… but at least I know Half Beast.” Flora smiled. 
“Alright.” Willow said pinning her hair back into a messy bun. “Alavastros can fill them in with you. Jack, I want you to patrol, but at the same time, I know you’d do better *IN* town since you’re so strong… Ace do you think you can do patrol?”
Jack looked proud…. But I could feel the energy off him…
Jack is a **bad** person… being so close to him makes me nervous.
I do not like him. I held a anxious snort. He could smell my well-hidden fear…
“Right away.” Said Ace, the descendant of Brutus, the Untrue Third Seat. 
Nobody likes Brutus, not even the Horned One.
 Tyson told me that he burns on the Bottom Layer of hell for his actions.
And once the cat was out the proverbial bag, all those involved pointed fingers… evidence piled so high, that it circulated around the supernatural world all on its own…
But Brutus for years was the wolf world’s Loud Corrupt secret…
It basically meant that if they’d have killed his mother for killing Brutus, she’d be absolved *now*, after Lord Bryson already destroyed this place.
That’s no secret. The only reason why no one is dead already is because the Three Princes and Hell’s King have *good* mates who *won’t* let them get away with it!
“I can send the royal guard….” I motioned Shakira, who bowed. The male wolves she brought with her looked miniature… I feel safe with her at my side.
“My lady, you’re our priority.” Said Shakira.
“I know. I want the wolves to leave. Honestly, with you and Jack here, anyone else is overkill.” I said this looking briefly at the half beasts Jerold left for Noah.
The centaur were shifted, wearing archery gear, and leather armor. The one with aviater shades on came first. You could tell by his build and size, that he was the one in charge .
“I am Captain Bane Bloodhoof, leader of the Royal Half-beast Guard.” He bowed. “I am here for King Noah, but my eyes can see to the gates of Misfit. I will blow my horn should I sense anything.” He was a dappled blue-gray horse with a black mane, hair and spots. 
If he was a unicorn, he’d probably have two wives. His body shape was like a big draft horse, a Clydesdale because of the fetlocks most unicorns think is HOT.
You could see the muscles through his fur, but for me personally… Because of Tyson, his wolfish features turn me on… With him I know I’m pray…. Hehe.
“Perfect Captain Bloodhoof.” Said Noah stoically, with a cup of coffee…. He looked as if he’d been drawn and quartered… ragged and dissolved. “I want you on watch, and your son Banth can watch your back... I need a nap….” 
He was cut in half by Contradiction… so… I know he hadn’t recovered yet. The curly headed human was probably only 5’10 or 6 foot even, the shortest male around us… Yet by his command, the moving of feet happened.
Only those higher can move the feet of a horse without bits, whips, and threats…. Noah is their High Stallion. I could see by Bane’s respect that they don’t just follow orders, they trust their King.
Bane’s son looked as his copy, though he had more black splotches from the coat color.
“Alright… now you two need to relax before I do.” Said Noah.
“How can we?” I asked “How are you so calm?” 
“I’ve been left behind many times, but honestly after Wednesday, he can leave me every time.” He joked. “Why don’t you two go help Flora? Neither of you speak Half-beast, but they’ll feel more comfortable with you, especially Willow.” 
We nodded, and left the King to rest. I know that wasn’t his first battle. The day job of the battle bull and his mate is to aid the Secret Police… but it was likely his first battle, where his mortal gadgets didn’t work…
Contradiction the Son of the Sun… Holy water won’t work on him.
He makes demonic energy too… so demons will have a hard time as well. All the while his existence is making me physically ill… I am linked to the Goddess as her high priestess…
So if Lulliba is ill…. So am I.
I shook off a shudder.
I felt the eyes of a meat eater, and as a horse, it isn’t fun if it’s anyone other than Tyson….
But seeing everyone so relaxed calmed me.
Lady Flora hugged them all.
“They cannot speak English, but they express their gratitude…” She said with a smile.
“I wish I could help.” Willow said sadly… I wish I could too… but I am not a Duke of Demons… nor did my mate claim them.
*Captain Bane’s horn was blown.* Shakira ran outside and shifted.
With it the earth shook as if some massive foe landed in Flora’s yard…. I could feel the Heat from inside the house.
“The Last Yellow Lavender! NO!” She screamed running out while Jack held me firmly. The next thing I knew, me and Willow were in Kaizen’s Hellcat, and Jack cranked the car, but it wouldn’t start.
From the backseat window I saw why his first choice was to just run. In the flaming circle was an enemy I knew none of the Royal Guards could take, yet those that were close fearfully had their weapons drawn, or were shifted… yet they were too afraid to move….
And honestly the aura was so hostile I didn’t recognize them If I did know them.
Even Shakira hesitated…
If she is no match…. Then Jack should try starting the car a little harder.
As a horse… Seeing my lead stallion’s captain afraid… that was kind of it for all thinking.
A horse’s instinct is to fight or run… and I can do neither.
So I panicked with everyone else… The scent of everyone else’s fear is too much.
“Do you think I would let you get away?” Asked a woman, who stood as tall as Tyson in his true form… Though…. The voice was familiar. “Forgive my flames; I offer gold as compensation.” She said snapping her fingers, and a small satchel of gold clinked to the ground on the doorstep of the house.
Then *he* walked forward.
That was no woman… that was a sculpted man.... I could see his nakedness, and he held no qualms about anyone seeing it…. Long red hair glowed as hot iron… Like Flora.
*That’s Eternya.*
That *can’t* be right though!!!
If that was the Bird King, why the heck would he come shifted and battle-stanced?! His wingspan is a thousand feet wide…. If it was him, he’d have torched the neighborhood!
And it’s not like he’s the only firebird, they’re just rare.
That’s more than likely the case… Flora may be the child of a Strong Bird, but not *the* Bird King.
This could Easily be someone else… but something told me that if I took a breath, I knew I’d be Right… but I felt like there was a frog in my throat…
The heat was too hot… So was the temper of the Old One.
I will not chastise myself this time…. Any other time I’d be mad that I can’t be a Queen… but this is ingrained into What I am. It isn’t so easily brushed aside.