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

Intermission: Dress for a Funeral

Killian Page hopped up the stone steps to the abandoned out-building within the Canadian backwoods. He pushed the door open as another harsh gale of wind shook the glass of the small cottage structure's windows. Inside, the soft whispering dispelled, leaving only the rattling of the glass against the elements. The blonde pack alpha closed the door, surveying who had joined them.

"You're late," a redheaded man said from a chair in the corner.

"My apologies. I was in talks with one of my contacts in France. The Mating Ceremony has taken place. The half-blood is confirmed," he answered as he stepped into the open space. He took in the three other men as they began to exchange looks. "It seems our plans will have to change if we choose to move forward."

A dark-skinned man in a military uniform cleared his throat. "Then what do you suggest?" he asked, his voice heavy with a foreign accent. "If she is confirmed by the elders, reaching for her will become much more difficult. The king alpha won't let her out of his sight if our efforts are still fresh in their minds. Your scout said she knew of his presence and you, yourself, had words with her."

Page nodded as he moved to stand within the circle. "True. The king alpha is young and he thinks our numbers are few. His team probably believes that because our presence was restricted from their Mating Ceremony, they are safe." 

"Getting hands on her again will be near impossible. We no longer have Bane or Scarlett under our command. Their loyalties now lie solely with the king alpha," one man said, annoyed.

He glanced at each of his allies, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth. "Perhaps. But what if she were to simply fall off the radar? Miss Mezdor has a habit of...disappearing, for her own personal frivolity. Vraal Hellmuth wishes we continue the late queen alpha's dream to design our own super soldier and army. Miss Mezdor is the key."

"Yes, but how far are you willing to go to acquire more samples of her D-N-A? Take her against her will?" the third man asked. "We would be killed for doing so if we were caught. King Alpha Jason would shoot us himself."

"If we are discovered," Page countered. "My scientists are almost finished designing the serum now. But we need more of Miss Mezdor's blood and tissue to do so. All of our hard work is nearly complete, gentlemen. You want a new way to protect our wolves from vampires, and I have the means. And I believe a half-blood should never sit on the throne with the Alphahood in her hands. Continue to support my efforts, and I can guarantee both of these goals are accomplished."

The man in the chair sighed. "Then what would you have us to do?"

Killian Page grinned, his teeth showing. "According to my sources, she will be in the United Kingdom next week. I suggest we make our move then, when she is separated from Pack protection."

"Do you honestly think you'll be able to abduct her? She's a Mezdor and a hybrid. Mezdors aren't stupid. They have eyes on the backs of their heads. She's a smart girl; she's not going to let you take her by force if she can help it."

"That's why I'll convince her it's in her best interest. If Serenity Mezdor wants to ensure that nothing happens to her family or her mate, then she'll make the right decision," the blonde Canadian said calmly.

"And if she fights back?"

He smiled again. "Then dress for a funeral..."