When the wolves reached their home, Micah pulled Ares and Eirene aside. The angel waited for the others to enter before voicing his concerns.
"You told us not to reveal our true selves. I understand that we broke your rules and I didn't see another option. I am not questioning your strengths; I simply saw an opportunity to help." Micah lowered his head, thinking they would be angry but Eirene rested a gentle hand on his arm.
"Don't worry Micah. I doubt that Reyana would tell anyone about you being in this world. After all, she is trying to kill Aiolos, and she wasn't very loud about that. She has kept herself hidden for so many years, instead of ruling over the wolves like she could have done with the powers she stole. If she had Aiolos's powers, I'm sure she would have used that to her advantage. Instead, she kept hidden and let everyone believe that the Gods died. I don't know what she is up to, but having you, Lilith, and Eloise here is a good thing."
Eirene smiled and followed Louis into the house.
"Thank you again," Ares patted his shoulder.
"Things might have got nasty if you didn't step in."
Eloise stood by her soulmate's side when Ares followed his wife.
"Next time you jump in front of a crazed werewolf God, please warn me" she chuckled and sank into his side when he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
"For some reason, I felt compelled to help. The angels are tied to Aiolos, I can feel it."
"He's a unique person, that's for sure."
"Hey mum," Eirene greeted Athena with a kiss on her forehead.
"Tell me everything" Athena sat with a fresh pot of tea, offering a cup to Harry who refused, not trusting her after she accidentally spiked his brother.
Louis took a cup, hoping it was spiked.
There was too much crazy in his life. Day after day, something new and dangerous would appear, but Louis is in no position to complain as he thrives off the excitement; it's in a werewolves nature after all.
"I'm going to see if Li is okay." Vincent headed up the stairs, thinking his son returned to his bedroom. Vincent understood that Aiolos was forced to have a stronger mind, a sharper mind, one that could handle stress more than any person ever should. Often, Vincent regrets not telling Aiolos about who he truly was, thinking he could have prepared him for this life. He can't change the past, but the guilt of making wrong decisions will always haunt him.
"Boys?" Vincent asked and knocked on the bedroom door. He didn't hear a response before looking into their room. The light material of the curtains flowed against the breeze, but there was no evidence that the boys returned. The bathroom was empty as Vincent turned, looking down the corridor. "Liam, Zayn?"
"Are they not here?" Micah asked, returning to his post outside the bedroom door.
"I don't think so. Why would the boys not come home?"
"Maybe they need time to themselves.!"
"But nowhere is safe for them," Vincent pulled out his phone and tried calling his son. Of course, there was no answer. "I don't want to be breathing down his neck all the time, but I'm worried about him."
"I understand. My son was constantly in trouble. Angels used to watch over him for me when I was stuck in heaven. They would report to me about the mischief he got up to, and all I could do was shake my head and let him carry on. Eventually, he found the right path." Micah smiled, wishing
Zyaire was with him and Eloise.
