Half-Blooded | The Dark Child Prophecy Series [✔️]

Chapter 42: Start A War

Two Weeks Later...
Toronto, Canada: 12:41 AM

I stood fidgeting on my heels for several seconds before checking my computer tablet again. It was well after eleven in the evening and I was still waiting for the last of the diplomats to arrive for the Canadian summit. I checked my list one more time and then put it down on a nearby table.

As a conflict adviser to the Crown, my job was simple on paper: meet with officials and diplomats from each coven house, learn what they needed or faced, and come up with amicable solutions. That often meant hearing an earful from pissed-off politicians and coven leaders before laying down the law on behalf of my aunt.

Most people wouldn't want my job, but I enjoyed it.

I pulled at the hem of my cocktail dress before straightening my necklace against my skin. I looked down at the pendant, placing it in my palm. The opal stone in a white gold setting and chain was a gift that had arrived before I left for my trip. The opal was surrounded by tiny moonstones and had a slight shimmer to it. I hadn't even needed to read the card to know who it was from. Jason was spoiling me in hopes I'd give in on my stance of moving in with him.

My home life hadn't calmed down since his visit, leaving me to my old routine of life on the road again. My parents were still in conflict over my father's behavior; and to keep myself out of the arguments and threats, I had decided to plan a marathon trip until the Alphahood celebrations in France.

I walked around the large carpeted hallway of the Toronto coven house. I was curious as to why the Alberta coven was late. The meeting was scheduled to decide on trade lines, transport of goods and weapons from the Underground, and the compromising of splitting the main Toronto and Calgary coven houses to create a new one at the halfway point between their jurisdictions. With the growing talk of Gabriel getting married to the Irish-Canadian Moon Worshipper princess, we needed a stronger foothold in the territory.

"Lady Mezdor," someone called my title and I turned around, my eyebrows rising in curiosity. One of the runners for the Toronto coven leader came from the opposite side of the large wing of the manor, holding up a legal-size envelope. "This just arrived for you by messenger."

I frowned, my head tilting to the side. "If that's Joseph's message to tell me they're not coming, I'm going to stake him," I said, smirking when the younger man grinned nervously.

"I mean, I wouldn't exactly blame you," he said, handing it over to me. "I didn't ask the messenger to wait in case you wanted to speak with him. I hope that's okay."

I giggled and nodded. "That's fine. I'm sure it's just details for my next leg of the trip after I leave," I answered him as I took the envelope. "Do you mind having one of the girls call the council again? I'm getting tired of waiting. If they can just get us an E-T-A, that'd be perfect."

"Of course, Lady Mezdor. I'll be right back."

"Thank you," I said, watching him head back down the hall. I took a deep breath and flipped the envelope over, looking for the sender. But it was blank. I exhaled forcefully and opened it up to pull out the piece of paper inside. "It had better not be from Joseph," I mumbled, annoyed at the thought. The coven leader should've had more balls to call me and cancel rather than send a courier. I understood he wasn't pleased to give up half of his staff for a merger, but it was a low move if he had blown the whole conference off.

I tucked the envelope beneath my arm and unfolded the letter. It was addressed to me and I quickly checked for the signature to see if it was from the Alberta leader, but there wasn't a signed name. I flipped it to look at the back of the page, but it, too, was blank. I turned it over again to read the message:

"Dear Miss Serenity Mezdor,

By now, you have received word of Master Alpha Jason Hellmuth's invitation to his ascension in France. But I warn you that your presence will be strongly protested by the Pure-Blood faction of the Wolves. You are a half-blood. You do not belong in our Alpha Elite. If you decide to attend, you will be met with resistance. Do your name and family the honor of shunning any advances in Wolf hierarchy.

Purists will never accept a hybrid, no matter her monarchy associations, as an Alpha. Should you attempt to muddy our bloodlines, there will be great opposition. Victoria Hellmuth should have put you down after her experiments. Half-bloods should not be allowed any pack status beyond dogs on a leash to be used at the Purists' discretion. Your mixed blood will start a war, and it will be your hands red with the blood of the innocent.

Stay safe, Miss Mezdor... The world is a dangerous place for a woman alone."

I felt my throat close as I read the words. I looked around quickly, wondering if the messenger was still on the property. I quickly jogged back down the hall and to the main entrance. I inhaled through my nose, sniffing the air. But there were no scents left by a wolf, no canine musk or other indicators still hung in the foyer. I looked at the letter again and sniffed the paper. It didn't have a trace of a scent from the one who wrote it.

"Damn it," I hissed, reading the message again. Only cowards sent threatening messages on expensive stationary. And my family had never been scared of them before. It wouldn't start with me. I sighed, my nose wrinkling with disgust. I would have to call Maria and Thomas before sunrise. This wasn't just a warning towards me; this affected Jason.

I'm not afraid of cowards, I thought, fighting back the urge to growl.