Jaxson

"My cheeky, little lad," my aunt says as she comes in the pack. Her hundreds of wolves following close behind her, most are in wolf form, and the rest are in the row of twenty different cars I can see. They’re all getting out of their cars as she pulls me into a tight hug. My aunt looks my age and a lot like me, with dark-brown hair and light-green eyes.  She always wears bright clothes around her curvy form. While she looks like an innocent aunt to me, I know she is fucking far from it. This woman handed my ass to me when I was ten in a sword fight. She then beat me for four years before I could beat her. She is that good.

"How has my wee, little lad been?" she asks me. I hate when she calls me that. I hope she doesn’t say it in front of Winter, she would wind me up for it. Just thinking of Winter makes me miss her; that girl has me wanting to fall to knees in front of her.

"I’m coping with my new responsibilities," I say, and she gives me a brief glimmer of pain in her neutral expression. Fergus's death is like a little hole in my chest, it’s always there as is my sister’s, but I have to live on. My life has always been drenched in war, and there are always high prices. I see the price every day in my sister-in-law’s eyes as she rubs her pregnant stomach.

Both of my siblings are dead, and I wish it were different in our lives. A lot of fucking good wishing does, no one ever responds.

"Aye, I know you are, we will hold the ceremony tonight and crown our new king," she says with a big smile. 

"Yes, it's time I took my throne. I want you to meet Freddy. I know you haven't had a chance," I say, and she nods following me up to the main cabin.  Harris comes out one of the cabins and walks over to us.

“Aunt Lucinda, meet my beta, Harris.” I wave a hand at Harris, who nods in greeting.

“We have all the extra cabins ready for the guests, my mother is currently sorting the list out for your pack,” Harris says.

“A list would be good,” she replies.

“Go and help, when you get a second, check that the guards are alert. We don’t need anyone coming into the pack while we are weak. Talk through the bond if you need me,” I tell him. Referring to the bond I have with all the wolves in my pack since I became their alpha. I can contact any of my wolves when I need to, and because Harris is active, he can send messages to me. Not all the wolves can do that, mainly it’s used for just betas and guards.

“Yes, alpha,”

“Less of the alpha shit, my name is Jax to you, Harris,”

“Alright Jax,” he chuckles and runs off.

“I’m proud of you, Jaxson, if nothing else, know that laddie,” she tells me as we walk on.

Everything has been fucked up since the night I lost Fergus and nearly Winter. I had to find a witch quickly to make the pack safe, bury my brother, and look after his pack. The ceremony tonight will finally bond me with the whole pack, and I wish Winter could be here.  I still have no fucking idea who killed my brother. It was someone in the pack. I'm sure of it. I was with Freddy inside the house when it happened, so I'm not sure who was missing. It pisses me off that I don’t have a clue who managed to stab my brother in the heart. 

I see Esta walk past the garages at the side, and she waves at me. I don’t bother looking at her. Esta has been playing a fucked-up game from the beginning. I never lied to Esta or dragged her along. I told her when we were eighteen that I wouldn’t mate with her. I only wanted a friend. She said to me that the prophecy must be fake, and she still wanted to wait. I let her keep telling people we would mate eventually because Fergus asked me to. He didn’t want everyone to know about my friendship with the other princes, and the fact that he was aware I believed in the goddess. It’s hard, not to believe in someone that predicted your birth. I never wanted a relationship with the girl from the prophecy. I convinced myself I would kill her and get rid of the threat straight away. God knows, I have no love for humans.

Then Winter slammed into my life and in my heart.

I couldn’t walk away, instead, I got as close as I could.

She is my queen, and I want her at my side; I knew that from the moment my lips touched hers.

I fucking hate that she’s in the middle of all my enemies right now. 

"I smell vampire on you, please say you haven't chosen a vampire as a mate," she says. She must be smelling Winter. Her scent does feel a little like a vampire now, but it's different, like she is. An image appears in my mind of her standing in the middle of her living room, her eyes glowing silver as a blue wave flows out of her chest and hits everything in the room, including me, who flew into the wall and landed on my ass. Whatever she is now, she isn’t just a vampire. She is so much more.

"No, well not exactly. We have a lot to discuss," I say eventually as I hold the front door open. The two wolves guarding it look at me briefly before focusing on me. I had to replace five guards after the attack; the ones that we lost. The two new ones are Suzy and Malic. Those are the two guarding the cabin and me now, and the rest are patrolling the edges of the ward. My brother used to only let one woman in his ten guards. I chose the best at fighting, and that’s Suzy. She has power to stop her enemies with one touch. Her seven mates were not happy, but they wouldn’t try to stop me.

"We do," she says. The house feels a little colder without Fergus. We may not have agreed or believed the same things, but he was my brother.

"Uncle J!" Freddy runs up to me, looking flustered.

"What's going on?"  I ask him.

"Frederick! Where are you my wee one?" My great aunt from my father’s side says from the kitchen. She is a bigger woman who just loves children and smothers them. I remember her as a child, and I understand Freddy’s panicked look. I used to hide when I knew she was coming over, I’m sure I still have the itchy jumper she knitted me once. She forced me to wear it all Christmas day when I was fifteen. It has a reindeer with a light- up nose, if you squeezed the fucking nose, it played a song. Atti saw me in it when he came to get me at midnight to see the others.

He wound me up for a year, I wouldn’t be surprised if he tells Winter about it. I fucking hope he doesn’t.

"Save me," he pleads, and Lucinda starts laughing next to me.

"Freddy, this is my Aunt Lucinda." I introduce him.

"Why don't you go and help some of the wolves into the old cabins?" she suggests, and he grins. A grin that reminds me of Wyatt, a lot of Freddy reminds me of Wyatt as he gets older. I just hope his vampire side doesn’t come out anytime soon. It’s not the right time.

"Yes, I can do that, and hello!" he says before running out of the room. 

"He reminds me of you as a child," Lucinda says watching him fly out the door.

"Hmm, perhaps. Let's go to my new office," I tell her, and she nods, all business now. My aunt has four brothers-in-law, all of them are bringing wolves here from their different packs. We are grouping, and they will all be here today. The first time the whole wolf population will be together in many years.

We walk into Fergus’s old office, my new one and it still faintly smells of him. I miss him, I remember holding him against the wall as he threatened Winter. I wouldn’t change it, but I hate that we spent the last few months of his life arguing. The last day was the only time we had agreed that I wouldn’t leave Winter, that I wanted her as a mate. When I told him that, I had already called the engagement with Esta off because I'm in love with Winter, he asked me to stay for the wedding and then go to get her. 

I never expected Esta to kiss me. She’d never tried before, and I thought she fucking understood after our many talks about being friends. She told me that pretending to plan to mate with me kept her away from the other wolves’ pressure to choose a partner. I understood in a way until she attacked Winter. I knew something was up then, and she hasn't come near me since the party. 

"I have found the girl from the prophecy. I love her, and she will be my queen," I get straight to the point, no point fucking about.

"Where is she, then?" Lucinda asks.

"With her other mate or her other soon-to-be mates," I reply. I don’t care about having to share her, I never did. Jealousy will be something we can work on, but my wolf is bonded to the guys anyway. I couldn’t challenge them without expecting a bad fight. We are too evenly matched with each other.

"Which prince?" Lucinda asks me. I guess she expected this, too, because her expression isn’t one of shock. My aunt always believed in the prophecy. Our culture finds it common to share, it’s just unheard of between different races.

"Vampire," I reply.

"Have you lost your mind to let her go there?" she says, her hands on her hips.

"We have little choice. Winter is stronger than she looks and a little bit vampire now," I tell her.

"Is she just human?" she asks me.

"No, when I first met her, I started training her in defence. She was very strong for a human and hits targets dead centre with no training. When she gets mad, she can move very fast. I'm not sure what she is," I reply. Lucinda doesn’t say anything for a while, just looks out the small window in the room. I look where she is watching as three wolves walk with a young child on one of their backs. Two wolves in human form are following those carrying bags, their laughter I can pick up with my hearing.

"I can look into this. We have some old books from the times the goddess and her sister were alive. They might have something in them about these kinds of powers," she finally replies and faces me.

"Thank you," I say simply.

"Your mother always wanted you to fulfill the prophecy, but it was the vampire king that killed her. He will do anything to stop it and get his way. She is not safe there. No matter who she is with," Lucinda warns.

"I trust Wyatt and Atti. They will keep her safe," I say.

"Perhaps, but she needs more protection," she shakes her head slightly.

"Yes, I'm working on it. Our world is not going to be happy about her existence," I say and lean back in the brown leather chair.

"It's finally some proof that our goddess hasn't left us," she says. 

"She never did. I have to tell you about Freddy," I say, I know I can trust her.

"What about him?" she asks.

"He is a half breed, half vampire, and half wolf. He’s different, and I'm worried because his father is going to find out about him soon. I've kept him a secret for so long, to keep him safe." I say, the words feeling strange to say now that the blood bond is broken. I felt it break when Winter guessed; it was like being free.

"It's not as surprising as you think, but I'm a little surprised there is a hybrid so close to us. We must keep this to ourselves until the boy is older. Who knows what powers he might have," she says finally. I’m glad about her reaction, not everyone will feel the same way.

"Agreed. I want to assign Katy as his protector for now," I say thinking of the young girl. Since she was shot, she has become dedicated to her training, to building on her power and maturing in general.

"I remember you telling me about that lass who was shot and recovered well, any reason why?" My aunt replies.

"Harris is going to be announced as my only beta tonight. I only trust him. Katy has an ability to hide her scent, she could protect Freddy’s if need be," I say, and she nods.

"I trust your judgment, alpha," 

"It’s weird hearing you call me that when I remember you chasing my ass around the pack when I drank your whisky," I say, and she laughs. I was thirteen at the time and wanted to impress the two girls my age in the pack, it didn’t work.

"You were always my alpha, you only had to grow up and realise it. I'm glad some girl has given you the kick up the backside that you needed," she says, making me laugh.

"You have no idea, the woman is more stubborn and headstrong than me," I mutter.

"I can’t wait to meet her," Lucinda grins.

"Soon, I swear it." I nod.

"Another thing. You know my power is to talk to the trees and plants. The earth is worried, keeps telling me about demons," she says, a slight shiver of fear passing over her eyes.

"Like what?" I ask her.

"That they are coming, the demon king is coming back," she says. As far as I know, demons are fairy tales, told to scare little children. I only know of mini-demons, but they aren’t a threat. A demon king doesn’t sound right.

"Back?" 

"Aye. They say, he once lived on earth, but a goddess’s death locked him away. I don't understand everything they say, but they are clear. War is coming. That's why I'm here, my bonny, little prince," she says. Lucinda walks over to me and places her hand on mine on my desk. "We need a king."