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one into me, making her scream even louder. I did the only thing I could think of, I darted under her wing and wrapped my arms around her waist and put my face next to hers and started humming in her ear. Her wings began to slow their beating and her scream turned into a soft purr. Her arms lay over my back so gently that I could barely feel them, until I told her, “Me’s want you’s, forever.” Then she brought her body into mine, turning her head and laying her face on my chest, then slowly the pressure increased as she pushed her arms into a full embrace.  
    “I stand amazed at the power that you carry as a bloodbreeder, and I will the night that I find that part of my being.” Then Jacob turned and walked over to the door and started unlocking it.
    “Can’t believe that scream couldn’t wake the dead,” I said jokingly, causing Jacob to turn around.
    “Now that was funny,” he smiled then threw his head back and released a full belly laugh.
    Shyanna jumped, gripping me tighter, and that’s when Jessie sat up and said, “It woke me.” I think I even heard Shyanna let out one of her little giggles while I was breaking loose with mine. Jessie had heard Jacob and was holding her side when he went over and started tickling her, which was something that I thought I would never see. The tender side was a joy to watch and something I bet wouldn’t show itself often, so for now, I drank it in like good warm nectar. We were on our way to the state of Georgia, and like always I wanted to have little of the end results off of everyone’s mind, including my own.
    Two nights passed with all of us working hard on the art that Jacob and Jessie had diligently taught us for hours on end. Shyanna hadn’t taken to the air for more than a few minutes at a time, since the night that she took off. Now I was more than sure I didn’t have to worry about her. She loved the insects that flew in around the light of the torch lanterns, and amused us all with her jumping and snapping at them.  We were close to being past the land of Florida, when Jacob said it was time to pull out the good weapons, shocking all of us who had come to love and use the ones we had. We knew them well.
    He brought out a long, dark, wooden case that was about three feet long and two feet wide. He saw the looks on our faces and I’m more than sure he saw me rubbing the handle on my very special blade that would only be removed from my cold dead body.  Bo had given me this the night we made our stop at his abusive father’s house, where we not only found our small arsenal, but Bo found the long hurtful revenge that he had bottled up since the death of his mother, which also happened at the hands of his father. His father had died by Bo’s hands and that was Bo’s justice.
    “Use what you have when you have no other choice, but use these if you want a defiant kill,” Jacob said and opened the box.
    He lifted the first blade that was covered in a golden sheath and then slid it open in slow motion with his arms out in front about shoulder height. What slid out got more than just an ‘awe’ from me. I whistled, getting a wrinkled brow from a young looking man who was apparently performing some form of ritual. The blade was glossy black, with rippling indentions on both sides.
    “Alabaster, it is the sharpest known to makers of such weapons. I give this one to you, Garvin. Older than most, yet, you are young in spirit. I killed my first with this, and so many after, and I know it will do you well. Use it well my friend,” Jacob bowed handing him the exquisite piece.
    He then picked up two slightly curved blades that looked like a twin set and handed one each to Brandon and Derek telling them that his twin gave them to him for good luck many years ago, and that they both took more lives in that one single battle than he could count. I thought Derek was going to break down, until he slid his finger across the blades side and started to