CHAPTER 25
Rue
In the days following Lance and Priscilla’s attack, a lot has happened. Stephanie Lacroix called for us to be detained, pending a trial, even though her son is the one who committed an act of war and we reacted accordingly.
Obviously, the other witches and wizards on the council could see that and denied her request.
Actually, she’s since been removed from her seat, and they’re even talking about binding her magic for being complicit in covering up Kallie’s murder. Which, if you ask me, is a fate worse than death for someone like Stephanie Lacroix who thrives on her power level.
Yes. Kathan is finally getting justice for Kallie’s murder. During our trial, they gave us a truth potion, and we gave them a play-by-play of everything that happened. Including Lance admitting to being Kallie’s murderer.
Once the news broke out about someone on the council being corrupt, it caused an uproar in the city. Now everyone in any position of power is under scrutiny and more things are coming out daily. I have a feeling the remaining members on the council won’t be there for much longer. Honestly, it’s gratifying to see the witches scrambling.
Two days ago, we attended Tessa and Darcy’s funeral. I kept to the outskirts, knowing my presence likely wouldn’t be welcome, but I was surprised when I was asked to give a speech. It was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but I know it was the right thing to do, despite everything.
Yesterday, Caylix, Kathan, and Rhys officially appointed Arya and her mates as secondary leadership to the Cursed Moon pack, that way they have the same amount of power and sway, and can handle the situations that arise without needing one of them there.
That way my wolves can focus on advocating for wolf pack and vampire clan peace throughout the world. We know it'll take time and patience, but we have big hopes and dreams that eventually, we can ease the deep-seated rivalry between the two species.
My wolves have also decided to permanently move into Slade’s estate with me, and couldn't be happier with their decision. One day we hope to expand pack territory to cover Slade's land, but the world isn't quite ready for that yet.
Mauve has recovered quite well, and I know Arya is grateful. She calls me at least once a day to gossip and chat about all the latest news, and I love her with all my soul for it.
Dar’tha disappeared shortly after the battle was over, and we haven’t seen her since, though I have no doubt she, and her spies, are watching.
As for the ferals, they’ve slowly been waking up to a new world. My mates and I have been attempting to help them adjust, although those that have been feral for a while are struggling with their humanity. But they’re resilient. I have faith that with time and patience, they’ll eventually be able to reenter society.
Whatever I did that day not only cured the ferals in New Orleans where they were concentrated the most—thanks to Lance and my sister turning them—but ferals across the globe.
And now the entire network of lords are itching to meet with me, though, thankfully, Slade has been declining. I’m not sure I can handle a bunch of political vampires seeking me as an ally right now. Especially because I pretty much feel normal again.
My tea leaf readings are still scarily accurate, which is how I discovered Sucette has been stealing small trinkets of ours, but otherwise I feel like my old self. Just half fae and a little faster, thanks to being tied to Slade.
Speaking of my furry familiar, Sucette stirs on my shoulder, and then jumps onto my drawing. “Sucette!” I scold, but she continues to scamper across the charcoal, leaving tiny little paw prints around the page like she’s leaving her own mark.
Huh, on second thought, maybe that’s not so bad after all.
After giving her a few pats on the head, I let her go explore and cause mischief wherever she pleases.
Slade appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame, his muscles bulging. I can’t help but feel a flush of heat spread through my body at the sight. Maybe it’s just me, but it suddenly feels ten degrees hotter in here.
Smudge me. Why is a man leaning against a door frame so hot?
Scenting my arousal, Slade lets out a deep chuckle. “Ready to show me what you’ve been working on, mon amour?” he asks, his voice a sultry purr.
I blush, feeling heat rise to my cheeks. There’s something about sharing my art with them that makes me nervous. “Almost,” I reply with a coy smile, trying to compose myself. “A few final touches and it’ll be perfect... there, all done.”
With a confident stride, Slade enters our bedroom like a predator on the prowl. His muscular frame exudes power and grace as he comes up behind me, his hands easily taking hold of my shoulders. He gazes over me to see what I’m working on and I feel his body tense in surprise. “Pitous, get in here!“ he calls out.
I snort because the wolves hate when he calls them puppies like that.
In a matter of seconds, my wolves burst through the door, their golden eyes flashing as they scan the room for any potential danger. Kathan lets out a low growl when he sees that there’s no threat present. “What the shit Slade?”
The vampire in question holds up my drawing with pride, grinning from ear to ear. “Look at how talented our mate is. Isn’t it magnificent?”
Kathan, Rhys, and Caylix all come closer to inspect my work, their intense gazes making me self-conscious.
“Wow,” Caylix breathes in awe as he takes in every detailed stroke of the charcoal rendering. “You did an incredible job, little witch.”
“Damn, sunshine, this is amazing,” Kathan adds, admiration evident in his tone.
Rhys lets out a low whistle of appreciation. “No kidding. You captured us perfectly, vixen.”
The drawing depicts the five of us together, lounging in front of the fireplace in the wolves’ honeymoon cabin, since it’s still my favorite place. I’m between Slade’s legs, my head resting on his chest while the wolves are around us, each with their hand on me in some place. I even added Sucette, too, since she rapidly stole my heart with her cute mannerisms. Which is why her paw prints add an extra layer.
Slade’s gaze lingers on the drawing, a soft smile playing on his lips. “We should recreate this one day. But we should be naked after having explored every inch of your perfect body.” He brushes a strand of hair off my neck, and his touch combined with his words sends another zing of lust through me.
Caylix, Kathan, and Rhys voice their agreement and I can’t help but shiver at the thought.
I blush deeper at their praise, leaning into Slade’s strong embrace. “I’m glad you all like it,” I say softly.
“Like it? We love it,” Slade rumbles, pride in his voice. He presses a kiss to the top of my head.
Caylix grins, his golden eyes warm. “Our little witch is so talented. You captured us so well.”
“It’s going right above the mantle,” Rhys declares. In a blink, he’s left the room and returned, hammer and nail in hand. With efficient moves, he hangs the drawing up, securing it to the wall. I can’t help but feel a swell of pride as I see it displayed so prominently.
“Perfect,” Kathan approves, his eyes shining with admiration. “Now, let’s celebrate this masterpiece.”
He winks at me before grabbing me around the waist, lifting me up and tossing me onto the bed. I squeal in surprise, but the sound is quickly muffled by Slade’s lips on mine. He captures my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with mine. Rhys’ fingers find my breasts while Caylix runs his hands up my bare thighs.
As they worship me, our bond sings its praise, and I can’t help but feel content for the first time in a really long time. Maybe ever. It’s been a long, hard journey, but I don’t think I’d change a single hexin’ thing. I found my mates, true friendship with Arya, healed the ferals, and discovered my fae side. I’ve grown stronger, both physically and emotionally, and in this moment, I know I can handle whatever challenges the future might hold.
We all can.
Together.
THE END