"She's Safe."

Chris:

“This isn’t a normal orphanage. It’s for children of shifter parents.” Randi spoke to no one as LC nodded to his comment with a softness laced across her eyes.

“The majority of these children lost parents in rogue attacks, or abandoned because their parents couldn’t handle them alone, mainly the human parent. We are the “safe haven” for the southern region, so Elicia being dropped at my husbands firehouse was no fluke but she seemed more human than shifter as she grew up. So, for her protection at sixteen, we gave her this apartment to shield her from the other children who were beginning to enter into their shifter phases.” She paused, standing smoothly as she walked over to a bookcase, puling out a set of books bound in red leather with Egyptian symbols branded into the binding.

“Take these with you. She always had a strange connection to the Egyptian texts, finding them mysterious and like a piece of “home” inside her heart.” Handing the books over to me as a strange electrical charge surged through my body, jolting back with a flinch as my fingers traced over the symbols with a calming like my troubled mind was at ease.

Interesting.

“So, what you’re telling us is you raised her as human but kept a close eye on her growth seeing if she presented with any shifter traits. Then explain to us “why” you let her move to London?” Elias was speaking through his thoughts as we looked at LC with our own questioning expressions.

“Listen to me closely. She was fine until she started high school, then something changed with her. She became more reserved, protected in her own walls and then when “Bain” came into the picture, it was like she was latching onto something that was supposed to be “happy” for her, but it was toxic. She shielded herself from the world only focused on that bastard bear, and his mind games. Both brothers always rubbed me the wrong way, and we the day came she found Bain and his whore in here…” Growling and hissing erupted as we stood with a strong urge to “kill” as LC explained what she saw happening to our mate in these past years.

“Freshman year. Peyton and Bain had something to do with her change.” Randi hissed darkly, running his hands through his blonde locks as his eyes glowed a reddish green.

“Wait! How do you know Peyton?’ LC questioned darkly as we snapped our to her with low hissing snarls.

“Wait. Wait! Are you four the… “The Watchmen”?” She pointed between us with a tilted smirk as she watched us flinch back at the recognition.

“Yes. Your point?” Roger snipped back coldly as Randi gripped his shoulder, whispering something to him as he looked over shoulder with a perked brow.

“To answer your first question. Peyton attacked Elicia at the school, during her morning workout and is being treated by our parents and Mama Eve at our villa outside of London.” Flinching back at the glowing blueish yellow orbs that held me in a frozen stance, gulping down the solid rock of saliva as LC went into a weird silent meltdown.

“They found her.” Her eyes darted to the floor as she paced wildly, silently talking to herself as we looked between us with our own perplexed expressions.

“Actually, Peyton was an instructor at the school and found her name on the student registry. She has been reserving a studio for two hours the past couple mornings, before her classes started to warm-up and relax for the day.” Randi smiled brightly as he held up his phone, showing LC his background screen with her smiling face posing in a weird vogue, while he pecked her cheek playfully.

LC grabbed his phone with the brightest smile as her eyes misted over with happy tears.

“She looks really happy. Who are you to her?” Her smile tilted with a humorous brow as Randi flashed his megawatt smile, signaling the power surge of smoothness to seep from his body.

“She is my “Homie Roomie” and little sister. I was blessed to work her departing flight to London and felt that it was my duty to protect her.” The megawatt smile couldn’t contain itself as his face glowed in the brightest pride, accepting the hug as LC leaped into his embrace.

“I was so worried about her emotional state. I wanted to “kill” that “little fucker” and his “bitch slut”, who by the way had the audacity to insult me in my own home.” She pulled back with a venomous growl.

“Then she will like our little surprise.” Roger laughed darkly in link, causing us to laugh out loud as she spun around with a questioning side look.

“What?” She rolled the word slowly, while Roger held up his finger to follow him as we quickly slipped back down the stairs, out to the parked Lincoln that was backed up to the cute teal hand scraped door.

Roger whistling like a smartass as the lights flashed and the tailgate lifted, revealing a well composed Peyton as sweat dripped heavily from his forehead.

“Oh, I’m sorry did I forget to crack the windows.” Roger laughed darkly, sliding Peyton out by his ankles as LC stepped forward with a cold expression.

“You’re lucky I didn’t get my hands on you first.” She whispered hummed against his ear as he squirmed and thrashed against mine and Roger’s holds, mumbling angerly against the silky blue tie shoved deep into his mouth.

“Take him into the garage and look for the “Star”. I need to make a few calls and grab some supplies.” She slapped Peyton’s cheek mockingly as we dragged his ass into the garage, smirking at the hidden door with an engraved “Star” of gold leafing.

Scanning the room as the candles came to life on their own, casting an eerie glow of golden flickers as the dark oak beams twinkled gently with drying herbs and flowers.

“Bless be this Room. Bless be the carriers of the Supernatural.” We chanted softly in unison to ward off the evil spirits that lurked in the shadows and to “Bless” ourselves for being present within a covens sacred chambers of worship.

Shivering with the swirling energy that filled the room as Roger and me secured Peyton to a wooden school chair in the center of the room with a protection ward painted on the floor and the walls.

Looking around the warmly lit room, feeling relaxed but nervous that three years ago we would have not been able to enter a place of “Light” and we were treading a fine line with our presence.

“Should we even be in here?” Ben spoke softly as he stood outside the protection ward with his arms crossed over his tensed chest, while Randi and Elias swept away the negative energy over the threshold of the hidden door with old-styled wicker brooms.

“Lady Clay granted us permission, so “yes” we can be in here.” Elias spoke calmly as they laid the brooms back against the walls opposite of either side of the doorway.

Checking my phone quickly before we shut them down.

“She’s stable and sleeping. Love you boys and be safe.” Mom messaged right after we had landed like two hours ago.

“I wonder what Lady Clay has in store for your punk ass. Maybe, no tongue or perhaps…” Randi flicked Peyton’s nut sack with his fingers, receiving a menacing snarl as the silky material of the tie, dripped slowly with his nasty saliva as the garage door clicked close with LC carrying a small wooden chest.

“How about you boys head back over the pond and leave this one to me. Bain hasn’t been seen for a few days, and if this “Asshole” told him where she is at.” She stopped abruptly as a slurry of cursing growls and snarls sounded from our chests, kissing her cheek quickly as we dashed back out to the Lincoln.

“DON’T FORGET THOSE BOOKS!” She shouted firmly from the alter room as the guys filed into the SUV, while my feet skipped up the stairs to grab the books and a few photos that hung neatly along the wall.

“She’s safe.” Was all I heard from Mom as Ben sped away with a quick honk.