Bites and Bloodlines - Caroline Forbes

The Feast of Wolves

"When a wolf feels a connection to another, to a spark so natural, it consumes them. It makes them want to be an Alpha. A leader of their own pack that would train and nurture another, younger wolf. For a long time, there have been no newly turned wolves within the Malraux Pack. Alas, it seemed that this night was one of betrayal, anger, and now? New hope. I have waited for this moment a long time, now that it is here, I truly cannot fathom what is next for me, but I am no longer the Apex of Apex Predators." Sebastian, the Grandsire of the Malraux Pack, the Alpha of Nothing. 

BITES AND BLOODLINES

The arrival to the Mikaelson Compound had been left, well, a welcome sight, as many had looked on in awe at the sleek black limo that carried the Malraux when servants of the vampires seemed to worry and many had shirked away from the sheer power of the wolves. 

"They know their place, at least." 

Druella had muttered as her brother led the way into the Mikaelson compound with a dozen wolves behind them. 

It was far different from anything they expected of the backwater town. Yet, they knew, they had known. 

Long ago, this place was a beacon, for... a lot of things. 

For a lot of witches. 

And surprisingly, they had been bonded to Druella, but that was another story, another time, Sebastien thought. 

"I don't think they do, they're more worried about the Originals but look who is waiting for you both." Leilana had taken the opportunity to scout the area, the superior power of her nature, the way she had managed to meld with an area that took normal wolves months, it took her seconds. 

However, all three, Sebastien, Druella, and Louis, had glanced up at where Esther, the Original Witch, had stood. She looked at them with thinly veiled disgust, it was clear to them at least that this party hosted something more than just peace. 

The Originals had years to drag the trinity back into the fold, of course, that had been another story as well. 

"Stop it." Druella harshly whispered in his ear as Sebastien had offered his arm, soon discussing and talking with the delegates that had come out to the event. 

They weren't in charge, for once. 

"Sister, please. Let Leilana and Louis worry about the others, we both know this party is meant for peace." If one thought that Sebastien spoke with pointed sarcasm, he hadn't; he had his usual drawl, almost sarcastic, that he needed to be here, but that's when his sister had sharply inhaled. 

Her eyes blared, they were glowing, amber on sunny embers. 

She felt someone here.

"You can't." Sebastien had been quick to tug her back to reality, but he knew there was no changing her mind, when a wolf wanted to bring another into a pack. It meant one thing and Sebastien could only watch as she now turned to him. 

"Why not? You know we could easily slaughter this entire party, if you had stopped calling your wolf back whenever it wished to hunt then we would not be in this mess, brother." Druella had harshly hissed back at him as now countless partygoers had watched them with worry, however they had drawn two people specific to this very occasion as Sebastien rose himself back in response. 

"Calm down. This isn't the time or the place, we are here for another matter. You didn't need to come with me at all, this place, this entire reason for being here, was my doing. I hadn't needed you to come here, Druella." His eyes burned in response, his wolf coming undone before he felt, the weak push of a human touching his suit.