Alison's POV
A week goes by with Darian locked in the cells while the rest of us participate in meeting after meeting. The werewolf half of our inner circle is tasked with the unfortunate duty of filling in the council...Over and over again.
Fuck me gently with a chainsaw... Sorry. Last nights movie was Heathers. But, seriously, the last thing I need with how irritable I've been lately is a bunch of old people looking down on me.
"What do you mean 'you're handling it'?" Toby questions but, much like every other time this week, it's clearly rhetorical. "How do you intend on handling the very large army looming right outside our borders?"
My lips purse slightly as I stifle a sigh. I want to tell him that I'd be happy to handle it without his unhelpful input but, sadly, that is not an option. Instead, I bail. "Actually, I am going to go handle my side of things with my people." I stand from my seat and step aside.
Chris and Cameron start to stand but my hands on their shoulders stop them. "Don't worry, though. I'll leave my boys here to help you guys with your pack problems." With that, I walk out of the shocked silent room, Zach and Luca eyeing me enviously as I close the door softly behind me.
I'm not surprised by Ana waiting in the hallway. She tends to follow me when she isn't otherwise busy. "Are you allowed to do that?" She asks, stepping off the wall to follow me.
"I don't know." I shrug, frustration clouding my mind. "Is there anyone who can tell me I'm not?"
Her laugh rings through to corridor. "Fair point."
Joy, or anything pleasant really, continues to evade my mind despite her amusement. "I just couldn't take another hour of being questioned like I'm the enemy. I know Toby cares but, must he be so accusatory? I didn't put the Blanks there."
"Ugh. He's still on that?" Ana scoffs. "It's been a week, which is both enough time for him to wrap his head around it and too little time for him to expect you to have a detailed plan."
She practically takes the words right from my brain. Unfortunately, she isn't on the council. I've spent many hours over the last six days arguing with werewolves about werewolf things when I should be discussing vampire things with vampires.
If only there was another witch... My hands rub over the small bump poking through the fabric of my blouse. I'm not super uncomfortable yet but, it does seem to grow ever more prominent by the day. Violet says that I'm on track for a witch twin pregnancy though.
"Yes, he is." I sigh through my words, tuning back into the conversation as we reach our floor. "I just couldn't do it anymore. Besides, the twins are more than capable of presiding over those piranha feedings themselves. They're the ones who were born for it. Raised for it."
A hand on my arm stops my erratic rant and my steps. Ana turns to look at me straight on. "You're right. They were born to lead a pack, this pack." She nods, pointing down at the ground for effect. "But you were born to lead too. Even if it is by process of elimination, you are our leader."
I roll my eyes, crossing my arms over my chest and breaking eye contact.
"Alison." She continues, squeezing her grip on my elbow to pull back my attention. "Do you how coven leaders are chosen? It's magic, just like Alphas. Different familial branches broke off from the original coven over time to form smaller, less powerful, covens. And every time, without fail, the strongest line was granted significantly more ancestral power to help them lead. Remember when Darian called you Mistress?"
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Werewolf"Alison," one of them says, walking closer to me. "Yes, Alpha?" I ask as I shuffle back slightly, keeping my head down. He takes a few more quick steps towards me, backing me into the cupboards. I flinch when his hand reaches out to gently cup my fa...
