His Miracle Mate: Rise of the Moon Children

Chapter 44

It seemed like news of my 'verbal beatdown', as Ezra had so eloquently put it, had reached far and wide.

"I heard you had a fight," Blake linked me the following morning, sounding like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Good morning to you too," I replied. "And one, you really shouldn't sound that excited over news of me fighting. Two, it wasn't a fight. Aria and I just had a few words."

"Are you sure? Because I heard you shoved her."

"I didn't shove her!"

I hadn't shoved her, had I? I recalled memories from the previous evening. All I did was poke my finger in her chest to make a point. How did that turn into shoving? Seriously, werewolves needed better ways to spend their time.

How did Blake even hear about this? I glanced at Ezra. He was sitting on the bed, frowning to himself. He was in a mind-link with Zyron, Alpha Blackrock, Vlad, Dad and Hale. The council was done, finally, after two days of ceaseless meetings. And this evening everyone would be leaving.

I folded the last of my clothes into my bag and zipped it shut.

Ezra wasn't one to gossip, though he did seem overly excited yesterday. Hmm. Who else was there other than Aria- oh, the guards. I shook my head.

"Mind-link is a dangerous thing to have for a species that loves gossip as much as you guys do," I linked Blake, standing up and bent to pick up the bag. Ezra appeared by my side and picked up the bag, still in his mind-link frown.

Blake barked out a laugh. "I can't argue. We do love gossip. Ashley linked me when she heard about it."

"Oh." I paused. Ezra raised his brow from the door.

Why hadn't Ashley linked me? Well, that was hypocritical of me since I hadn't linked her.

Blake sighed, all mirth disappearing from his voice. "She knows you're busy, but I guess she wished you'd vented to her about Aria."

Ezra held up his watch wrist. Right. Time to go.

"Thanks for telling me, Blake," I linked him, moving along. "I'll try to talk to her as soon as I can. I have to go now."

"Alright. Be careful over there."

The link popped off. I held Ezra's outstretched hand and we went out. A werewolf member of the staff met us at the suite door, taking our bags from us.

The council meeting had stretched well into the second day, by the evening of day two, people were eager to go home. The werewolves, especially, looked a wrong word away from snapping their teeth at each other. According to Wren, who'd been teasing Zyron about his irritability, their wolves didn't appreciate being cooped up for long between four walls, especially in the presence of so many powerful threats.

Once downstairs, Willow, Alpha Evander Blackrock's mate, waved from where she stood next to her mate. Mom and I had worked on her throat injury after dinner yesterday and early this morning, and she could already feel the difference according to her mate.

It was instances like these that made me grateful for my magic. True, it was a destructive power, but it also possessed the ability to heal, to breathe life and hope into other people's hearts.

The sun was setting, beams of orange streaming in through the glass walls of the reception hall. The lake water looked like it'd been alchemized into gold.

People seemed to be in a much better mood for going home. Like a bunch of kids leaving school for the holidays.

"Your highness. Your highness," Whitewell approached, sweeping his arm in a shallow bow, his tone dripping with sarcasm.