The Golden Prodigies

Chapter 5

While the day went by quickly, the minutes felt like hours for Jacota. Every second he glanced around, hoping that he was merely paranoid, and Cordelia wasn't close. A bad feeling festered in his gut. Someone so sinister would not abandon their project of murder.

Hunter did his best not to sneak up on his nervous mate. Jacota jumped to every sound.

"I think we need a plan," Jacota said, feeling his mate's hands run down his arms. Hunter stood behind him staring at the trees in the distance.

"Me too, but what can we do? Maybe we need to get you angry so that you can kill her or something."

"I don't want to kill her."

Hunter pulled on his shoulder, asking, "Why not? She's trying to kill you."

"Because she wants my power or whatever," Jacota mumbled. "If I make it clear that she can't get it, maybe she'll stop."

"The only way she'll stop trying to kill you is if you prove to her that you're stronger," Hunter said, "Which you are. We just need to get you angry."

Jacota sat on the steps of the patio, feeling the soft grass underneath his feet. The weather is supposed to be hot and clear blue skies, but a storm was threatening on the horizon to comfort him. Jacota tried to hold it back.

Hunter sat next to him, feeling the itch to release his wolf and go for a run. There was too much danger to be in the woods alone and running with a pack is too risky.

"What gets your blood boiling?" Hunter asked.

Jacota shrugged. "I guess if anyone hurts you or my family."

"Maybe that's what needs to happen then."

Jacota turned his head with a frown, read his thoughts, and widened his eyes.

"No Hunter, why would you even think that?"

"Come on; it could work. We'll be one step ahead of that crazy head-case of a God."

"What? By risking your life? No."

"Well, how else would you find your anger? You know it's in you, but you're not confident with it yet. Or are you?" Hunter observed him. "If you don't want me to be in trouble, all you have to do is find your power."

The glass door behind them slid open, and Sam joined his alpha and the alpha's mate, sitting down with a sympathetic smile.

"Hey," he said, shuffling further away from Jacota when Hunter frowned. "I'm surprised the sun is still shining. Usually, it's pouring with rain by now."

Jacota smiled, but Sam saw the sadness in his eyes.

"If there is anything I can help with alpha, just let me know."

"Maybe we can use him as bait," Hunter grinned, nudging Jacota, wishing to lighten his spirits.

"I'm not putting anyone in more danger," Jacota sighed, pulling out blades of grass.

"Bait for what?" Sam asked.

"Well, I thought that if we allowed the God to take someone who Jacota cares about, thinking he doesn't know, then it'll help him find the power to defeat her or whatever."

"It would make sense if she took you," Sam said, "because if you die, Jacob or Jacota dies. You know, it feels weird calling you Jacota now, even though it's your actual name."

"I'm still not used to it," William said, sitting on the grass in front of the werewolves. "And what's this about a plan?"

"We don't have one-"