But the Wolfairies aren’t who they fear the most because they won’t have magical abilities outside of the castle unless the one true King has found his one true mate. All of the witches I’ve known in this small, but powerful movement, believe that somehow the son of King Lear will be born. There are a variety of theories on how that will happen. Some believe that the spirit of Norse was never split, and his mother was kept alive long enough to make sure he was born. It was then, the visionary cast his spirit into a human form. When the pairings between his sisters and their wolf mates begin, that’s when he’ll come into his fairy powers, making him the true King, without a chosen Queen.
It is the queen they fear.”
“Wolfairy women are quite powerful,” Dayton said.
“And how do you know that?” This should be an interesting answer, considering there is only one female Wolfairy in existence, and Ivy was only an infant.
He tapped her shoulder. “I’ve experienced your wrath. That’s how I know.”
“Right.” She shook her head and sucked in a deep breath. “The leader of the Circle of the Sacred, Sabrine Marth, a powerful visionary, said she saw the coming of the Queen. A creature that is part fairy, party Royal Fairy, and part wolf. When the one true King finds her, their fated mating will occur instantly, according to Sabrine. However, their fate will not be sealed until the ritual of their wedding. It is only then that they can they take their rightful place in the universe. Sabrine will do whatever it takes to make sure that never happens. Since no one knows who this queen is, or where she came from, the focus is on destroying all the Royal Fairies.
During my time with the witches, Sabrine had developed a potion that would show the fairy spirit hidden inside a human. Thus far, to my knowledge, she has killed one hundred people. I have no idea if they actually had a fairy spirit, but Sabrine is determined to find and kill every Royal, including the king and queen.”
“So, basically, she was hoping to accidently find one of us and put an end to us before the Legend of the Princess and the Wolf ever became a thing.” Dayton took the book from her hands. A steady stream of red dust flowed from his fingertips to the book, wrapping around the pages before circling her head.
She blinked, and her mind was bombarded with one nugget of information after the next. The room spun like a twister as more knowledge smacked her brain. Nausea built from deep in her gut and worked its way toward her throat. Her lungs burned, and she couldn’t swallow.
Dayton held her steady with his strong hands. “You’ll get used to the sudden rush.”
She didn’t think she’d ever get used to being able to read an entire book in five seconds. And if that wasn’t hard enough, she now had to pull out the pieces that had meaning. Not to mention, Dayton could be feeding her all sorts of foolishness.
Slumping in the chair, she tried to reconcile the fact that maybe there was nothing written about her because she was the final piece of the puzzle. She laughed at the thought and mentally scolded herself for being so desperate to have a bigger role in the coming of the Wolfairies that she’d actually let herself believe she could be some mythical queen.
Talk about pathetic.
“This makes no sense.” She tossed her hands in the air. “Everything points toward my brother being King.”
“You know that’s not true. He’s the one true Alpha of your pack. Our pack. He’s been charged as keeper of the Royals until we have a Winter Wedding.” He clapped his hands ten times. White flashes of lights that looked like tiny snowflakes filled the cabin. A few glided in front of her face. One bumped her nose. She smiled at the coolness of the small particle.
“And you think that’s going to happen right now?”
“Not without our families present.” He took her chin in his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head.
She wanted to believe Dayton was a horrible monster, out to destroy her family. But wolves didn’t just mate with anyone. Not that quickly, no matter the reason. She should reject him. Push him away. Send him out in the cold to face her father, brothers, and the rest of the Twilight Crossing Council. But if she did that, and he was indeed the son of King Lear, he was the rightful heir.
And that made her the queen.
Fuck.
She wanted a bigger role, just not that big.
6
Dayton stood at the front door of the cabin. A cotton candy type wrap held the outside world from entering the house. His sister had thought it would hold him in.
Wrong.
But until he understood the threat, he wasn’t about to let his queen leave the protection he, his sisters, and even her brothers could provide.
Cheryl had a hot head, and no way would she be the kind of queen that cowered to her king. No. She would be a force to be reckoned with, and he wouldn’t want it any other way. Having a mate that was his equal would make for a fierce partnership that would rule together like no other couple ever has. Together, they would help secure the Wolfairies’ future.
He used his own brand of magic to look out onto the farm. Two wolves stood guard on the porch. Out in the distance, he could see four men standing at the property line not far from where Cheryl had lured him into this trap.
