The Red Wolf's Daughter (Book 3 Part 1: The Becoming of the Siran)

Chapter 39

We made it back to the house and felt this tension in the air when we did. No one said a word while we stared at the King of the Demons and the Queen of the Witches locked in a fierce battle of dominance over the other species.

"What's going on here?" Emmanuel asked, looking in between the two of them. His face became guarded, and I watched as he took a step in front of Tasha, the king in him wanting to protect the weaker one of the pack.

"It's nothing," Grandpa Fernos said, keeping his gaze on my anger. Anger filled his eyes, turning them red. His whole body was tense, and he gripped the table tight enough that the table cracked under his grip. "Go to your room, the rest of you except, for Ky and Cromwell."

Emmanuel scowled and narrowed his eyes. "No," he said, and the tension grew thicker with those words. "I will not go to my room."

I gritted my teeth, feeling my daggers begging to be released. My whole body grew tense, and I had to fight the urge that was growing with each passing minute. A part of me wanted to give into them, but I knew that I shouldn't, that I couldn't use them against my family.

"This doesn't concern you," Grandpa Fernos said, peeling his gaze off Grandma Tabitha until it landed on him. "Not even her." He looked at Clarissa, and Theodore hesitantly pulled her behind him. "This is between Tabitha, Kyler, Cromwell, and myself, Boy."

Emmanuel bristled when Grandpa Fernos called him, "Boy," and his powers started to show and clash with theirs. "I am not a boy," the seventeen-year-old said. "I am the same rank as you two. I deserve the same rank a-"

"Enough!" I boomed, my eyes flickering red. The urge to grab my daggers grew stronger, and the urge to end one of their lives came with it. They begged to be taken out of their confines, arguing as to which one should be used first and why.

Quickly, I took the belt off and tossed as far away from me as I could, knowing that if I didn't do that, then I would have taken either Bloodlust or Death out and stabbed them. With a soft huff, I crouched down and grabbed my head, cringing at the headache that came with pulling them away from my body.

"Kyler Rose!" my grandmother exclaimed shocked that I had thrown both daggers away from me. "Pick them up a-"

"They were fighting each other and urging me to use them," I said, interrupting her. I kept my hand over my face. "Emmanuel, can you show Clarissa and Theodore to their rooms please?" I asked, my voice shaking. "Tasha? Can you make sure that Orion is still asleep? Link me if he is awake."

Tasha nodded her head, frowning. She knew better than to question me when I was in this sort of "mood" and knew that I needed to be with them. Silently, she walked away, and I knew that Emmanuel and the others went as well with no comment from them.

My grandfather walked over to the belt and picked it up. He didn't take either dagger off of the belt but walked over to me with it.

I didn't look at him; I couldn't. I could feel them calling to me, beckoning me to take them and still use them on the three that were in the room with me, but I didn't.

"Take Death off and put him back in the box," he said. His voice was filled with disappointment, and I cringed, knowing that he was disappointed in me and my lack of control over them. "You will train with him every night. Understood?"

I nodded my throat. "Yes, Sir," I said, not looking up at him. I didn't move to grab the belt, and Grandpa Fernos started to get impatient.

"K-"

"Fernos," Grandma Tabitha warned. She scowled and gestured towards me, indicating for him to take a look at how I was feeling. She knew that I felt like he was disappointed in me and knew that I would need some word or something to indicate he wasn't.

"Look at me," he said, his voice losing the disappointment but not the hardness. "Please."

Hesitantly, I looked up and stared at him, making sure that my face was blank. I watched as he held out his other hand, and I took it.

Gently, he helped me stand and placed that hand on my shoulder. Silently, he told me that he was proud of me and nodded his head, and I nodded relieved.

"Would you say something?" Grandma Tabitha scolded, and we both looked at her with the same look. She rolled her eyes, amusement filling them. "At least tell her the reason for the disappointed tone.

Grandpa Fernos scowled and looked at me. "I am disappointed in the dagger," he replied. "He should have known not to antagonize you or your other dagger." He narrowed his eyes at the dagger annoyed. "Since it did get too much for you like I had known it would put him back into the box. Keep the other on you since you do have control."

I nodded my head and took the belt from him. Ignoring the begging of Death, I slid him off of the sheath and hissed a warning at Bloodlust when I felt the dagger start to chide in.

"Is Bloodlust giving you problems now?" Grandmother Tabitha asked. She tsked, and I knew she was annoyed with that one.

I nodded. "Of course," I said, taking the dagger off of my belt. I walked over to the table and set the dagger down before putting the belt back on.

"They'll get used to each other," my grandfather said, moving behind me. Again, he placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed. This was his way of telling me that he was proud.

I nodded my head. "What did you need to discuss with me and Cromwell while the others weren't here?" I asked, changing the subject.

My grandfather took his hand off of me when I asked and became tense. "It's nothing," he gruffed. "Leave it alone."

"Fernos," my grandmother scolded, narrowing her eyes at him. She pursed her lips in disgust, and her nostrils flared.

"It's nothing," he said, and I knew that he shot her a warning look.

I stayed silent and pulled the box from my bag. Taking the key off of my neck, I inserted it into the lock and opened the box again. With a soft click, it opened, and I ignored my dagger while I placed it back into his soft velvet confines.

"You sho-"

"Can we bring everyone else down?" I asked, interrupting my grandmother. I shut the lid to the box, making sure that I didn't close the lid too hard. "That way we can go over everything and plan our next step?"

"K-" She huffed when I shot her a look and nodded her head. "Of course," she said darkly. She glared at Grandpa Fernos. "What do you say?"

"Bring them down and have your discussion," Grandpa Fernos grunted. "Contact me if you need anything." He turned away and walked out the door, and I watched him and Cromwell leave the house, with a pained expression on my face.

What had gotten into him in making him act like this?