Power of the Fae

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Authors: Ariel Marie
wolves with me for this meeting. Reed, Dante and Gunnar are behind us in the other truck. Alec is riding with Devyn and me. They all belong to the Diamond Pack. Members of the pack are chosen to be members of the Legion because of their skill and dedication to protecting our people. We are treating this meeting with the Witches like it is a mission. Everyone is serious and thinking of what we can possibly learn so we can try to find the missing wolves.
    “Do you think we will find out anything helpful from the Witches?” Alec asks from the back seat. Alec Finlay has been my best friend since we were pups. We met the summer we turned five years old. His parents had left their old pack where the Alpha was a mean son of a bitch and was not taking care of his pack. Alec’s parents wanted a better living environment and moved to join our pack. We became fast friends and are as close as brothers.
    “We can compare notes and see if there truly are similarities. I think it would be best to share information. At this point, anything can help since we keep running into dead ends,” I say as we turn into the Văduva’s driveway. Alec nods his head looking out the back window.
    We travel down the driveway for a little over a mile before we actually reach the main house. The house stands four stories high. It is a beautiful old mansion. It has a roundabout driveway where we can park the two SUVs in the front of the house. In the middle of the roundabout, there is a round stone fountain with a statue. The Văduva mansion is made of all brick, with a large stone staircase that leads to a large heavy black wooden door. The landscaping is perfectly manicured. We get out of the trucks and meet over by my truck.
    “Reed, Gunnar and Dante, I want you guys to stay out here to make sure we don’t have any trouble. Do a perimeter check of the outside. Devyn and Alec you will come with me,” I instruct. They nod their heads. I do not have to worry about anyone interrupting the meeting. An older balding human dressed in a butler suit answers the door. His eyes widen slightly when he sees the three huge men with bulging muscles standing on the doorstep.
    “May I help you, sir?” he asks opening the door wider.
    “Colin MacKenzie to see Azura.”
    “Yes, of course, we are expecting you. Please, come in.” He opens the door fully to allow us to enter the home.
    We are in a large foyer with white and light brown marble floors. The house is trimmed with dark oak. In the foyer is a massive staircase to the left that leads to the upper level. The walls are painted an off white with famous paintings hanging here and there. I’m sure if one were to check the authenticity of the paintings, they would discover that they are the originals.
    “My name is Henry. Please follow me. I will place you in the study where you are to meet with Mrs. Văduva. I’ll seat you gentlemen and then go get the lady of the house.” We follow him as he begins walking down the hallway past the oak staircase.
    “Alfred does exist!” Devyn mutters. With our keen sense of hearing, I have no problem picking up what he said. I turn around and give him stern look to let him know that this is serious. Henry seats us in the study. The study is an enormous two-story room; to the left is a window that overlooks the gardens on the side of the house. There is massive desk that overlooks the windows. There is a table to the right and along the walls are dark oak bookcases filled with many leather bound books that look centuries old. There are a couple of leather couches in the room with one along the wall near her desk, along with two chairs that face the desk.
    Alec drops down on the leather couch. Devyn sits in one of the chairs at the table. I walk over to look out a side window that looks out into the yard.
    “You want to go for a run tonight?” Alec asks.
    “Hell yeah! Two nights in a row would be awesome,” Devyn comments, stretching in his chair.
    “Depends.” My

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