Long Live The Queen|Published

Five

Elora walked closely behind her mate as her brothers trailed behind the two.

They'd been walking with the Lycan's for a day and a half and Elora narrowed her eyes as she felt the same eyes on her since she'd woken up in the damn hospital bed.

A Lycan bitch was staring Elora down. With her bulky frame and intimidating stance, she looked as if she could snap Elora in half.

However looks can be deceiving and Elora would rock this bitches world.

For the millionth time the skank shot a solid glare. The Witch rocked forward and a smile slithered onto her face.

She made her hand into the shape of a gun and stuck out her pink tongue. She pressed her index and middle finger to it while dragging it down slowly. Elora pressed them to her temple and with her thumb, she shot her imaginary gun.

Elora's fingers smoked yellow and her eyes glowed hauntingly.

She snickered as the Lycan woman quickly averted her eyes. Elora bit her bottom lip as the pleasure of intimidating the woman ran through her. The Witch glanced over and saw Demetrius staring at her.

She tucked her hands together behind her back and shot him an innocent smile. He wrapped an arm tightly around Elora glaring at the woman from before, a glare promising punishment.

"Camp with the Hellhounds are just past this clearing."

Elora sucked in a breath at the sound of being near someone similar to her. Well, 50% similar- DNA wise.

She looked at Malakai, knowing he's always been interested in seeing someone with similar powers. Except the Hellhounds had to shift into their demon to control flames as much as Malakai could.

Regular Hellhounds grew in size and turned this striking red that just screamed death. Usually their eyes turned yellow but could also be red occasionally. They grew pitch black horns while shifted.

None of the siblings change forms. Some beastly features have popped up here and there during fits of anger. Fangs extending mainly from Malakai or shared growls. But nothing extreme.

Elora spun to walk backwards as she faced her brothers.

"Are you both comfortable with that?" She let her head roll to the side as she felt others' stares. Suddenly Demetrius growled.

"If another person fucking stares at either one of them they'll have to deal with me."

She continued to walk backwards as he reprimanded them, Elora mindlessly gripped his arm next to her and kissed his bicep to attempt soothingness. She sighed, they'd known each other for such a short time and he had a tight grip over her.

"We'll be fine Elora," Lucas patted Malakai's back who nodded.

"How does the camp work?" Malakai questioned.

"My second in command, Beatrice, designed the camp set-ups for all mixed species tactile teams," Demetri nodded towards one of the Lycan's Elora had blown up. He stepped up to elaborate on the layout created by the second in command.