Wyatt

"Atti, I'm going to fucking kill you," I shout as Atti disappears on me. I was walking down the corridor, trying to calm down when he grabbed me and brought me here. We are in a field in the middle of nowhere. What the fuck is he doing? 

I sense him a moment before he comes back, with Dabriel and Jaxson at his side.

"I'm going to sort your mess out with Winter," Atti tells me and disappears, but I just stare at Jaxson. 

The new king doesn't look worried as he should be.

"You fucking bastard. You kept my son from me?" I say, my voice is loud and full of anger.  I go to move to hit him when Dabriel runs between us. His skin is glowing, and he’s giving me a clear warning look at me. I respect Dabriel, but fighting an angel isn't easy. They’re great warriors. Even if the dark angels are more the fighters of the angel race with their ability to cause pain with their touch, light angels aren’t easy to beat. They train all their lives, and with their capacity to heal themselves and fly, a fight could go on for a while, and they would still beat your ass.

Jaxson just nods, a grim look on his face when I look over at him.

"Demi didn't want you to know. I was blood bound never to tell you, I couldn't," he tells me.

"What?" I ask feeling the painful shock of his words. When you are blood bound, it's a promise you can never break. The result would be death if broken.

"Why would you agree to that?" I ask him.

"She threatened to leave if I didn't. I had just met her, and she was scared of me, afraid of her past. She wasn’t thinking right, you know how scared she was. How heartbroken that she couldn’t be with you," he says.

"You brought my son up," I say, the anger fleeting away. I can't be mad at him, not now. I don't know why Demi made him do it, but I guess she was scared of my father finding out. I don't blame her, not in that sense. This whole situation is fucked-up. Winter is mated to us both, and hurting him would only hurt her. 

"His name is Fredrick, but we call him Freddy. I have a photo for you, I knew it wouldn’t be long before we needed to chat," he says and pulls out his wallet from his jeans. Dabriel moves out of the way, his powers disappearing now that there is no threat. 

"Here," Jaxson hands me a photo of a boy around eight. His hair is brown and blond at the tips. He looks like Demi, so much that it hurts a little. His eyes are the same colour as hers, but his grin, in this photo, looks like me.

"He is nine now and a real pain in my ass," Jaxson says as he messes with his hair, watching me carefully. I expect he still thinks I’m going to try and kill him.

"His powers?"  I ask.

"He is immune to silver, heals extremely fast, and is very fast. Faster than most wolves in the pack. He’s training with two swords, and he’s good. I think spending so much of his life in the pack makes him smell more like wolves. If you get close enough, you can feel it a little. Every wolf in my pack would protect him. I will keep him safe," he tells me. He apparently loves my son, and I bet Freddy loves him like a dad. A little jealousy fills me before I realise how stupid I’m being. I wouldn’t have been any sort of dad to him, I would have kept him hidden away from me. I’m too closely watched, someone would have told my father. One look at Freddy, and he would have known who his mother and father are.

"Thank you, I owe you for keeping him safe," I say, offering my hand to him.

"You were always a brother to me. I would have done it anyway, without him being my nephew. Just for you," he says and shakes my hand. He pulls me into a hug and pats my back.

"I have missed you, my brother. You are the only one out of these idiots that can hold your drink," I say with a grin and tuck the photo into my trouser pocket.

"You know angels don't drink," Dabriel groans. 

"Except you when you’re mad," I smile tightly. I owe these men my life, more than once over. When I was younger, I hated my life. I was the unwanted son, my mother was dead, and I was beaten daily. My father said it would make me a stronger king. Dabriel healed me time and time again. Jaxson and Atti made life worth living. Now, they are family to me, or at least Jaxson is now that he is mated to Winter. It won’t be long before Atti and Dabriel mate with her too, she loves them. It’s easy to see.

"Not often," Dabriel answers tightly.  I only laugh as a response. Angels are the most uptight people you will ever meet. Dabriel is a little different, but you can't change everything about where he comes from. His brothers are worse, a pair of idiots in my opinion. 

"So, half of us are mated," I muse.

"And, you’re a father, it has been an interesting few months," Dabriel comments.

"How are Winter's powers coming along?" Jaxson asks.

"Better, Leigha is training her well. Leigha hasn’t tried her other powers because she’s struggling with her normal, vampire ones. It won’t be long until we can move her back to her apartment, and we can work on them more," I say.

“Have you asked if she wants to move back? She could run into the pack. You could come too and live near Freddy while we tell him,” Jaxson offers.

“I'll ask her,” I nod.

"I can't find anything about her kind of power," Dabriel says.

"She has dreams of the goddess and her sister. More recently she told me she had a dream about two people claiming to be her parents," I tell them. Neither of them seems that shocked.

"Let me guess, one of them wasn't her mum?" Jaxson says.

"Or her father. I don't know what's going on, but I think her mother is the next best option to get some answers," I say.

"Do you think she could be related to the goddess? That could be the reason she has such a high connection to them in her dreams?" Dabriel says.

"Perhaps, but why haven't we heard about a child of the goddess," I say.

"We can't guess this, it's too important," Dabriel says.

"There a pub over there, why don't we go for a drink? Atti will find us," Jaxson offers.

"I’d like that," I reply, and he nods. Dabriel grins as we walk over the field. 

Things are finally back to normal with us, well better than normal now, because we love Winter.