His Miracle Mate: Rise of the Moon Children

Chapter 45

"I'm coming along."

"No, you're not."

Ezra scowled at his father. His father scowled at him.

Standing almost toe-to-toe in a dimly lit room of the pack house, they looked identically grouchy.

The message Sam had received announced the Coalition meeting would be held two evenings after the council, which meant that was when we'd carry our two missions: Save the blood child and catch the Coalition members.

Everyone except for Sam and Haley, who were still back in the hotel with Jun, congregated in an office of the pack house. Ezra and I joined them and kept Sam in the loop through mind-link. Night shrouded the world outside. Not a soul out and about in the pack except for us.

Zyron had announced I would be going with their party, on the mission of apprehending the Coalition members. Ezra would be going with the group heading to the Coalition headquarters to save the moon child. Expectedly, Ezra didn't like that idea very much. He would probably love for me to be glued to him until this mess was over, but Zyron had other ideas.

"Sam and Haley's mission is simple enough now that we know Jun's abilities," Zyron said. "Orton will be going with them in order to teleport them out if anything goes wrong. But they need a werewolf's senses. That's you. I don't trust anyone else with something as important as the moon child. He's a weapon in the wrong hands. You must secure him."

"Fine. Let Orla come with us then," Ezra rumbled.

Wren bit a smile across the conference table from us. Her white blond hair shimmered as she shifted her head to hide her amusement.

I just leaned my chin on my fist and let him work it out of his system. Ezra was a wolf with a bone. He scowled harder, but Zyron was made of sterner stuff and he didn't wither under the force of his heir's glower.

Zyron shook his head. "We need her. Only Olin is capable of teleporting in our group, which is not enough. Besides, her ability to lock other people's magic will be useful in the face of countless supernaturals. Orla will come with us."

Ezra's eyes flashed and he growled. Zyron growled louder, obviously done with the conversation. "Enough. Give your mate some credit. She hadn't been training for nothing."

"And we'll be with her," Mom said, giving Ezra a soft smile. "Nothing will harm her."

Ezra opened his mouth. I put my hand on his knee and squeezed. Closing his eyes, he pursed his lips and sat back in his chair.

Zyron went on, laying out our plan for the night. All the while, Ezra stewed next to me. I left him to his thoughts. Sooner or later, he would have to come to terms with being apart from me in times like this. He'd told me before that he would try his best, but being faced with it must be different.

I wasn't any better, either. I wanted to go on missions like these. But when it came down to it, I was still scared. I had been training for months, but I was still inexperienced.

My consolation was that both my parents and Ezra's parents, along with Hale and Vlad would be there. If anything, I was more worried about Ezra.

Once the meeting was over, Ezra and I walked to our house hand in hand. It was the last evening before we'd head to our respective missions tomorrow.

I looked up. Tree branches hid the sky, dark entertaining tendrils hiding the infinite expanse of night and stars. Rain had drizzled earlier, and the air smelled of turned soil and freshwater.

The air was crisper tonight, the world more clear, as if brought into sharp focus. Even magic seemed to have grown thicker with the rain seeping through every fiber of the forest.