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Robin snorted and the twitters died.
    The smiling flirting eyes took on a look of fear and you could see them visibly shrinking back.
    Oberon raised a brow but continued on to his throne and threw himself into it negligently. Once he was seated, he flicked a finger and guards approached with two more chairs. They were quickly placed on either side of the king’s and he indicated we should sit.
    Robin settled first and I followed suit. It wasn’t every day that you got to hold court like kings of old.
    While Oberon lounged and Robin sat quietly introspective, I observed. You could easily see that many wanted the attention of the king but the furtive looks at Robin and whitening of closed fists told its own story. None would approach.
    I opened my mouth to question him about it, but before I could, Oberon held up a hand. "One moment, Kale," a second later and all sound was cut out from around us. "There, that is much better," Oberon grinned. "A bit of privacy and it will drive the bastards crazy wondering what we are doing."
    He turned to me and winked.
    "They cannot hear or see us behind the barrier. While we can see them, we are totally obscured from their sound and vision. We could hear them as well if we wanted…but I do not.
    "You have a question, Kale; I can see it in your eyes. Ask it. I believe that my Puck has been less forthcoming than he should have been about his origins."
    I turned from Oberon and my gaze met Robin's troubled one. I sat waiting for him to say something but his eyes darkened and loneliness flashed quickly across his expression before he could cover it.
    "They fear you, Robin, why? It's not normal fear; the room is choked with it." I motioned toward the others in the room with one hand never letting my gaze fall from his. "Why? I know fear, Puck. I lived it every day as a child. Until the day that bastard who fathered me died, my world was fear. However, none of it was like this."
    "Puppy, leave it please," Robin whispered. For the first time I felt his pain. It was a subtle thing but if I let it, it would overwhelm me.
    "This is something I need to know, Robin. I am not Dia. Nothing you can say will horrify me." I laughed bitterly. "Let me tell you a story Puck and see if it helps release yours. You know my father was an evil controlling bastard. Did you know that he tortured his pack? He was insane. He would imagine treachery where there was none. Men and boys were beaten and brutalized for the smallest crime.
    "Once when I was about twelve, I had just come home from a training session. I could barely walk since my instructors knew if they were perceived as going easy on me that all of us would face my father's punishment.
    "I had just made my way into the house and was heading up the stairs when I heard grunting and whimpering."
    A haunted look crossed my face as the memories resurfaced. I had buried them long ago but now it was as if I was reliving them again.
    "I walked down the hall to one of the guest rooms. A part of me wanted to turn away and ignore it. If I didn’t look I wouldn’t know. Then I could pretend it wasn’t happening. It would be so easy, just turn away, walk back to my room shut the door, and turn on the music.
    "I could do that and I wouldn’t have to see what I knew in my heart was behind that door. It was pathetic but the twelve-year-old boy wanted to run. The Alpha that was already emerging inside of me would not let me though.
    "I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and asked the eternal spirit of the beast to give me strength. Then I opened that cursed door onto a hell I never wanted to see again.
    "Crumpled against the wall was Derek, my father's Omega. His lifeless eyes stared accusingly at me, as if demanding why I was not stopping the atrocities.
    "His mate, Rachel, laid naked and bloodied upon the bed. Ragged gashes tore holes in her flesh. Her stomach was ripped open and the shiny lining of her intestines poked through the wounds. Wet bubbling air trickled