“You endangered my country, endangered my people. Worst of all, you endangered the only woman I’ve truly loved and for that, there will be no forgiveness and no mercy,” Michéal calmly announced, placing his hand on Viper’s head and slowly broke his neck by twisting his head three hundred and sixty degrees then allowed the dead weight to fall, bringing his claws clear through Viper’s body, splitting his skull into six sections before Viper’s corpse hit the ground.
Michéal had defeated the juggernaut symbiote and even killed Viper but war with Were Inc was inevitable. The Eiru council would seek his demise as before, Finn and Kian would become a present danger and Michéal’s return would bring with its own dangers; there was much to do in Eiru, much to rebuild and damages to undo. Eiru, now a contender for the throne and the possibility of regaining its former glory.
The battle for Eiru had yet to begin, but that is a story for another time. This story has come to an end.
Try to crack the code spread throughout this book to get an insight into the next volume of the Eiru Saga that will continue with ‘Paramour the Eiru Saga Vol 2.’
The End
Epilogue
Michéal took his first steps out of his tomb after so many years of confinement, it was better than he remembered it was. The green grass of Eiru between his toes was wonderful; the fresh air never smelt as good, but it was the rain Eiru was famous for that he missed the most, each drop was like magic on his skin. He had been entombed for almost one hundred years for nothing more than loving a mortal woman, with a silver sword through his chest and silver nitrate in his blood he was brought to death each and every day only to have his lycanthropy keep him alive. Yet seeing her now beaming in the daylight like a ray of hope, he knew every moment of torture was worth it.
“Let’s get back to Castle Grey, there’s a lot to tell you and more to ask of you,” Noelle told Michéal with a bold smile.
The weight of Marie in her arms wasn’t bothering her at all. It was like she was holding a rather large cotton.
“A tongue as poisonous as yours should not be directed towards me. However, your venomous words are astute; there is much I have missed and greater yet there is time that has been lost. Lady Aisling, would you join me for a stroll over my land, uh, once I’ve properly addressed my appearance of course?” He asked not trying to hide his nakedness. Aisling nodded yes with a brash grin. It wasn’t long before they had reached Castle Grey however, Michéal had seen the trail of death and discombobulation of his brother and Were Inc had left behind them with fires still raging, buildings destroyed and bodies lay about coated in a black tar. His once loved and cherished peaceful land was in turmoil. He asked himself why his father King Fion would have allowed this to happen? How has Eiru fallen so far from grace under his rule? He would speak with his father and if need be, he wound take the throne himself to restore order to his land and peace to his people.
“Come on, there’s nothing we can do now,” Aisling told Michéal before taking his hand and leading him across the draw bridge.
Once inside the castle, Michéal made his way alone to his chambers while Noelle called Aisling to join her in the rejuvenation chamber to monitor Marie while she experienced the change from human to werewolf. Aisling was uncertain about leaving Michéal on his own, she worried about his state of mind. In the last few hours he had been freed from a tomb after so long facing a symbiote created with the singular purpose, to kill him, and found his people the victims of his brother’s betrayal. Even more so he saw Were Inc’s evil had not left Eiru in his absence but it had in fact flourished. Michéal’s bed chambers changed as it did for Aisling before, however, this time it altered itself to suit his needs and wants. Its colours became what he was known best for as an enforcer, emeralds and whites. In one corner of the room a walk-in shower complete with a full length mirror and shaving utensils manifested from nothing. It was like the room missed him and wanted to welcome him home. He chortled to himself as he stepped in front of the mirror looking at the stranger who looked back at him. he remembered himself as the strong creator of the enforcers, as the warrior who slew the onyx serpent, quelled the harvesters up rising, he was the prince of Eiru the prince of all lycanthropes. Now as he looked at the alien in the mirror, he felt disgraced. He couldn’t believe he had fallen so far from grace. The man looking at him was malnourished, he was weak and unkempt. It was not him, it was not the prince of all lycanthropes! How could he face his people and offer them hope when he looked so helpless? Only time would tell, and time was something he had lost a great deal of.
As he groomed himself, the servants of Castle Grey went about their daily routine in a daze of confusion, they didn’t knew Michéal had returned. They did, however, knew
