Traces of Elijah: Legacy of the Queen

Chapter 1

IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THE FIRST BOOK, TRACES OF ELIJAH OR BOOK 2: PATH OF THE KING, GO BACK AND READ THOSE BEFORE YOU READ THIS!!!!

After the holidays have passed and the snow has begun to melt, spring is on the horizon and that also means, it's mating season. Most of the werewolves who have been mated to usually try to get pregnant around this time more than any other time during the year, when the frost still sticks to the grass. My parents are no exception. They're looking to have a third batch of twins. After my little brothers were born, Papa didn't want to push out anymore newborns back to back. He wanted to enjoy his adulthood a little bit and I don't blame him but of course we're all grown up now, little Micah is the first to give him a grandchild and now he suddenly has baby fever again after all this time. Werewolves can procreate until they're about 80 given we live twice as long as humans. I can imagine I may not ever have children since I fear I may be an old crone before I find a mate. Usually mates find each other young, easily. My uncles Rowan and Joey being an exception. They'd been mated to others before but they didn't work out because better was to come to them. Now they're about to have their third pup. My sister is married now so I'd assume shes trying with her new wife as well. I'm the only one alone in this world when I'm supposedly the most eligible bachelorette the werewolf world has ever seen, the lonely, beautiful, young Queen. As promised, my sister is to help me find my mate after I helped make her wedding an extravagant sucess. She says she has something planned but if I've learned anything from my sister, it's that she can't be trusted to keep anything lowkey. She will make a big deal out of a minuscule idea. So I fear for the arrival of mating season because I know she will not make it easy on me. I walk to Liam again this morning, my thoughts still running rampant in my head over that conversation we had on Christmas. Since then he's avoided the topic altogether. Why drop such a bomb on me just to pretend he never said it at all?

Maybe dad and Papa got to him before he got that chance to tell you.

Maybe...I wonder if they do already know about our visits. I mean I've been going to him since I was a small child.

Perhaps they do but they know they can't stop you from seeing him given they passed you the torch. They can only keep him in that cage and keep his mouth shut....for now.

Right....for now. I still have to try and ask what he's hiding from me. It's gonna eat at me until I can't take it anymore. I then go through the usual procedures to get into the cell room. Liam recognizes the sounds of the door opening, the voices of who visits through his cage, 9/10 times it's me coming through that door so he knows to stand and greet me each time through the glass that stands between us. His long, faded light brown locs hanging in front of his slowly graying face.

"Morning your highness." He grins, assuming I'm here to hand him breakfast and entertain our usual idle chitchat which is what it appears to be but I'm not here to to hang out. I'm here to get answers.

"Morning....do you know why I'm here today, Liam?"

"To have breakfast with me?" He questions, tilting his head slightly, his locs falling in front of his face to which he then shimmies his head to get them out of the way.

"You owe me some answers. Then I'll give you breakfast." I reply, a serious tone within my words. He closes his eyes with a heavy sigh and sits down in front of the door.

"We'll be sitting here all day...why don't we just enjoy our food and talk like normal, huh?"

"Because you were going to tell me the truth that day and now suddenly you just don't want to tell me what I should know. You told me I was owed this information and now you're just omitting it. I need you to tell me, Liam."

"I can't do that." He looks off to the side.

"Why? Because my parents said so? What else could they possible hold over you?"

"It's not your concern."

"It is if it's because of me. You have to tell me."

"I don't. Look, if I'm being honest, maybe it's better you know nothing. I'm sorry I brought it up in the first place."

"This is bullshit and you know it Liam. Whatever they threatened you with I'll protect you." That's when he starts laughing.

"Your highness...thank you but I think this conversation is over. I'd like my breakfast now, please." I huff, shoving his tray in the little door and slamming it shut before locking it. I frustratedly walk to the door and knock on it, waiting for the guards to let me out. I'm going to figure out what he's hiding from me whether he likes it or not.