The Golden Prodigies

Chapter 8

When the wolves reached their home, Jeronah pulled Anthony and Margo aside. The angel waited for the others to enter before voicing his concerns.

"You told us not to reveal our true selves. I understand that we broke your rules and I didn't see another option. I am not questioning your strengths; I simply saw an opportunity to help." Jeronah lowered his head, thinking they would be angry but Margo rested a gentle hand on his arm.

"Don't worry Jeronah. I doubt that Reyana would tell anyone about you being in this world. After all, she is trying to kill Jacota, and she wasn't very loud about that. She has kept herself hidden for so many years, instead of ruling over the wolves like she could have done with the powers she stole. If she had Jacota's powers, I'm sure she would have used that to her advantage. Instead, she kept hidden and let everyone believe that the Gods died. I don't know what she is up to, but having you, Veronica, and Meloras here is a good thing." Margo smiled and followed Sam into the house.

"Thank you again," Anthony patted his shoulder. "Things might have got nasty if you didn't step in."

Meloras stood by her soulmate's side when Anthony followed his wife.

"Next time you jump in front of a crazed werewolf God, please warn me," she chuckled and sank into his side when he wrapped an arm around her shoulder.

"For some reason, I felt compelled to help. The angels are tied to Jacota, I can feel it."

"He's a unique person, that's for sure."

"Hey mum," Margo greeted Flora with a kiss on her forehead.

"Tell me everything," Flora sat with a fresh pot of tea, offering a cup to William who refused, not trusting her after she accidentally spiked his brother. Sam took a cup, hoping it was spiked. There was too much crazy in his life. Day after day, something new and dangerous would appear, but Sam is in no position to complain as he thrives off the excitement; it's in a werewolves nature after all.

"I'm going to see if Jay is okay." Scott headed up the stairs, thinking his son returned to his bedroom. Scott understood that Jacota was forced to have a stronger mind, a sharper mind, one that could handle stress more than any person ever should. Often, Scott regrets not telling Jacota about who he truly was, thinking he could have prepared him for this life. He can't change the past, but the guilt of making wrong decisions will always haunt him.

"Boys?" Scott asked and knocked on the bedroom door. He didn't hear a response before looking into their room. The light material of the curtains flowed against the breeze, but there was no evidence that the boys returned. The bathroom was empty as Scott turned, looking down the corridor. "Jacota, Hunter?"

"Are they not here?" Jeronah asked, returning to his post outside the bedroom door.

"I don't think so. Why would the boys not come home?"

"Maybe they need time to themselves."

"But nowhere is safe for them," Scott pulled out his phone and tried calling his son. Of course, there was no answer. "I don't want to be breathing down his neck all the time, but I'm worried about him."

"I understand. My son was constantly in trouble. Angels used to watch over him for me when I was stuck in heaven. They would report to me about the mischief he got up to, and all I could do was shake my head and let him carry on. Eventually, he found the right path." Jeronah smiled, wishing Kaiden was with him and Meloras.

"This life is very new to Jay; he's still trying to cope." Scott made his way down to the kitchen and to his disappointment, his son was still not home.