The Hideous Secret

Anger

Her mate ignored her after he woke up in a medical ward bed. He crossed his arms and turned away. Even Hawlor ignored her.

So she left. She went and sat on the stone wall near an abandon guard tower. Her legs swung softly and tears dripped down her face. Her heart just kept twisting tighter until, until she caught a scent in the wind. Ancient darkness.

"Oh son of a bitch...." Allahie swore. There was only one man that could bare that scent. Kennith. What the fuck was he doing here?

The archers raised their bows at once upon some of them catching his scent. Allahie rose to her feet and scuttled down the wall and across the large clearing of her home town. Reaching the front entrance she realized with Tetra gone, she was the next in line--everyone looking to her expectantly.

So she rubbed her tears away and stood straight, "Stand down for a moment. I knew this day would come. He's not here to kill anyone."

Upon her words the dark lord came into view. His blue eyes shone like a beacon in the sun and his black hair shimmered. His pale complexion glowed and illuminated his scars. He walked care free but he was rather frightening. His gait was casual, hands in his pockets. Kennith was either not looking for trouble or his battle wounds were still very rough. She bet anything he had taken an Argentavis here. (A massive bird so big it could be ridden.)

He stopped within range of the archers and gazed up at her--as she had no scaled the wall.

"Greetings. You won't kill me right?"

"What brings you?"

"Rathgar sent me. He wants you to know, that despite completing your mission my lady...." Kennith paused on purpose and smirked revealing his fang teeth, "You are still needed."

"My mate is unfit for travel, and the lunar cycle is incomplete."

"Hence I brought spare birds."

"You have Analexa, and you are walking. Can't you just let us be?"

Kennith shrugged and approached. No one fired, even as he walked through the gates. They wouldn't have even if she probably told them to. His magic was so dangerous and wouldn't even wear out.

She hopped off the wall, did a neat roll, and popped up to fall in pace beside him. He was so arrogant and cocky, though she could see the way he shifted his side was still wounded. It was why his strides were so lazy, and he made no effort to swing his arms casually let alone take them from his pockets.

"Where is he?"

"Medical ward."

"Did he--?" There was genuine shock in his voice as he stopped. "Am I a father?"

"Not yet. His leg. He has no magic because the all of his is being used to protect himself from the babies. I healed most of his leg...its just sore, and his pride his hurt."

"Interesting, they are developing fast. How'd he break it?"

"That fucking mutt lead him to a werebear."

"I do not appreciate being called a mutt," Hawlor snarled as he appeared in the doorway of the medical ward. He sniffed the air and gazed up at Kennith. "And you can stay out of here. The both of you. He's asleep."

Kennith made move to shift past the werewolf but Allahie grabbed his arm. "Let's go for some tea shall we?" She dragged him away without a choice. Hawlor just closed the door to the small medical ward.

"Is Rosey okay?" Kennith questioned as she lead him into the small market.

"You are having a son. There is no possible way your child is a girl. We've taken honor of calling him Lackrin." Kennith's eyebrows rose and he parted his mouth but couldn't speak.