Of Dragons & Vampires

Chapter Twelve

"Reagan Venarton, of the Venarton Hunting family is persuading her father as we speak to rally as many hunters as possible to our cause." Amber spoke loud and clear to the dozens gathered. Colette had called a meeting of most of the inhabitants of Isle Saero within two hours of their arrival. Faes, Mers, Thunderbirds, Werewolves and every supernatural alike had gathered, including many dragons. Although Amber wanted nothing more to do than sleep in a comfortable bed and eat edible food, she knew this couldn't wait.

"Jamie Sutcliffe, future Alpha of the Sutcliffe pack will also be persuading his father to join us. His betas, Zachary Jenson and Rian O'Connell, are travelling North and West to gain the support of the other packs. If all is well, they will all join us before the week has ended."

Colette smiled at her younger sister as she took a seat next to her, she stood, the room that had erupted into murmurs quickly silenced. Evander watched from his place in the shadows, awe struck at how much respect Colette commanded by her mere presence. Abel sat next to his sister, all three dragons looked like the royalty Evander supposed they were, before Atlas stole it from them.

"I've contacted all of the fellow dragons that I know," Colette began, "many have agreed to come, there will be sixty-two us, including me and my brother and sister. Two flocks of Northern American Thunderbirds will also be arriving, one hundred of them in total. I have yet to receive the reply of two other flocks. Faes from around the globe have also agreed to come, a total of one hundred and eighty so far but this will no doubt grow. Eighty Mers are also joining us. If the werewolves also agree to come from both England, America, and other parts of Europe, we can estimate that there will be close to 200. With the number of supernaturals we already have here, my estimate is that we'll have around nine hundred of us ready and armed. The hunters will only add to that, bringing the total up to a thousand ready to fight."

Evander stifled a gasp behind his hand. He knew his kind were regarded with fear and hate, but he could never have imagined that so many supernaturals would band together to destroy them. Atlas didn't know what was coming, and that made him weak. He and the other High lords' arrogance concerning their status and reputation had weakened them, and now the races of the oppressed were ready to fight back.

"A plan to attack will be made within the week. We have enough supplies on this island to last a little longer than four months. Having so many supernaturals together may be difficult, but for the sake of our future and your children's future, keep it peaceful. I have no doubt that we can win this, in fact, my brother and sister have brought back a little help." Colette looked over to Evander with steely eyes, he didn't disregard the slight sneer of her lip as she watched him.

"It's alright, you're under our protection." Wyatt smiled reassuringly, nudging him forward from the shadows. Evander gulped and walked with stiff legs to the platform, ignoring the horrified gasps and low murmurs that spread through the crowd as he took a seat next to Abel.

Oh God, they hate me. Evander couldn't bring himself to meet the various eye colours glaring at him from around the room. He was trembling. He didn't even know vampires could do that.

He felt smooth fingers brush against his cool skin. Abel. He glanced to the side to see Abel glaring back at the rainbow of eyes in front of them, making them avert their gaze. The mumbles of disapproval didn't cease though.

"This is Evander Aetos." Amber stood, her face as hard as Abel's. That made it worse, the entire room erupted into a wave of protests at the mention of an Aetos on their island. Evander wasn't only a vampire, he was an Aetos, a family who helped Atlas Heridicles conquer every inch of the supernatural world for the last few hundred years.

"Listen!" Amber bellowed, her dark blue eyes transforming into a fiery red to match her hair. Smoke began to stream from her nostrils as the room quietened down.