story. Suffice it to say, we had a falling out. I left, my father’s men chased me and tried to kill me, I found my way here and founded Maggie’s Grove. The end.”
“The end, my shiny white arse.” Parker grunted when Amara poked him in the stomach. “What? It’s obvious there’s more to this than his prickly lordship being a douche.”
“No, no, that’s pretty much it.” Dragos grinned when Eddy snorted out a laugh. He pushed back his chair and gave his Renfield a hand up. “Can you bring some refreshment for yourself, Noah and Amara, please?”
“Will do.” Eddy turned to the others, his composure still shaky but trying his hardest to be what Dragos needed right then. “Tea good?”
“I’ll help.” Amara joined his Renfield.
Dragos smiled as Eddy instantly relaxed. It was ingrained into a Renfield to take care of a sotiei . Amara’s volunteering was sheer genius, and her sweet personality would put Eddy at ease. The cookie jar was safe for another night thanks to the hamadryad.
“Thank you.” Dragos hoped she understood the double meaning, but he shouldn’t have worried. She nodded to him before taking Eddy’s arm.
The color immediately returned to his face, his power kicking in as Amara led him away. Whatever the Renfield was picking up from the town’s hamadryad was making him comfortable once again in his own skin.
“I do believe she’s made another conquest.” Parker was watching them fondly, the Renfield obviously no threat to his bond. Eddy had brought out Amara’s protective instincts.
Poor Trajan. Dragos almost felt sorry for him. Amara would rip his face off through his anus if he even thought about hurting Eddy.
“So.” Noah crossed his arms over his chest and tried to stare Dragos down. “Brother. Excuse me, Lord Brother.”
“We have more important things to worry about than my prick of a brother.” Dragos settled back down at his desk. “Like whether or not your beta and Yew are truly being held by Van Helsings.”
Noah sighed, but allowed it to go. Dragos was under no illusion his patience would last. As a shifter, Trajan technically fell under Noah’s purview while in Maggie’s Grove. There was no way Noah would let a shifter threat slide on his territory. “My wolves have reported the same human scents coming and going from the edge of town. Not often enough to raise a town-wide alarm, but often enough to make a note of. Add in the two disappearances, with no traces of the missing people inside Maggie’s Grove, and Van Helsings were bound to come to mind.”
“Yew wouldn’t be able to stay away from her tree for long.” Parker settled on the sofa, his pose deceptively relaxed. The ruling dryads were close friends with Parker and Amara. This touched them both deeply. “She’ll die simply from prolonged lack of contact. Mina and the rest are doing what they can, but unless she returns to her tree...” Parker shrugged.
“My wolf would do everything in his power to free himself. He’s strong.”
“Do you think he’s dead?”
Noah closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Yes.” The question in Parker’s expression was answered before he could voice it. “As alpha, I can feel my immediate pack. He’s gone, and his mate confirms it. Damn it.”
Dragos scowled. “Van Helsings usually do kill their prey, but I’d hoped...” It was why he’d initially dismissed the thought of Van Helsings being involved. They knew Iva was still alive because her tree hadn’t died. Van Helsings weren’t known for capturing prey.
Noah shook his head. “You’re so caught up in Maggie’s Grove you don’t pay attention to the outside world. Times, they are a’changin’. The latest crop of Van Helsings has scientists who want to study us, dissect us to see what makes us tick.”
Parker shuddered. “That’s revolting.”
“It’s more than that, it’s dangerous. What if they figure out how to make vampires, or learn that werewolves are born, not made?
“The end, my shiny white arse.” Parker grunted when Amara poked him in the stomach. “What? It’s obvious there’s more to this than his prickly lordship being a douche.”
“No, no, that’s pretty much it.” Dragos grinned when Eddy snorted out a laugh. He pushed back his chair and gave his Renfield a hand up. “Can you bring some refreshment for yourself, Noah and Amara, please?”
“Will do.” Eddy turned to the others, his composure still shaky but trying his hardest to be what Dragos needed right then. “Tea good?”
“I’ll help.” Amara joined his Renfield.
Dragos smiled as Eddy instantly relaxed. It was ingrained into a Renfield to take care of a sotiei . Amara’s volunteering was sheer genius, and her sweet personality would put Eddy at ease. The cookie jar was safe for another night thanks to the hamadryad.
“Thank you.” Dragos hoped she understood the double meaning, but he shouldn’t have worried. She nodded to him before taking Eddy’s arm.
The color immediately returned to his face, his power kicking in as Amara led him away. Whatever the Renfield was picking up from the town’s hamadryad was making him comfortable once again in his own skin.
“I do believe she’s made another conquest.” Parker was watching them fondly, the Renfield obviously no threat to his bond. Eddy had brought out Amara’s protective instincts.
Poor Trajan. Dragos almost felt sorry for him. Amara would rip his face off through his anus if he even thought about hurting Eddy.
“So.” Noah crossed his arms over his chest and tried to stare Dragos down. “Brother. Excuse me, Lord Brother.”
“We have more important things to worry about than my prick of a brother.” Dragos settled back down at his desk. “Like whether or not your beta and Yew are truly being held by Van Helsings.”
Noah sighed, but allowed it to go. Dragos was under no illusion his patience would last. As a shifter, Trajan technically fell under Noah’s purview while in Maggie’s Grove. There was no way Noah would let a shifter threat slide on his territory. “My wolves have reported the same human scents coming and going from the edge of town. Not often enough to raise a town-wide alarm, but often enough to make a note of. Add in the two disappearances, with no traces of the missing people inside Maggie’s Grove, and Van Helsings were bound to come to mind.”
“Yew wouldn’t be able to stay away from her tree for long.” Parker settled on the sofa, his pose deceptively relaxed. The ruling dryads were close friends with Parker and Amara. This touched them both deeply. “She’ll die simply from prolonged lack of contact. Mina and the rest are doing what they can, but unless she returns to her tree...” Parker shrugged.
“My wolf would do everything in his power to free himself. He’s strong.”
“Do you think he’s dead?”
Noah closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “Yes.” The question in Parker’s expression was answered before he could voice it. “As alpha, I can feel my immediate pack. He’s gone, and his mate confirms it. Damn it.”
Dragos scowled. “Van Helsings usually do kill their prey, but I’d hoped...” It was why he’d initially dismissed the thought of Van Helsings being involved. They knew Iva was still alive because her tree hadn’t died. Van Helsings weren’t known for capturing prey.
Noah shook his head. “You’re so caught up in Maggie’s Grove you don’t pay attention to the outside world. Times, they are a’changin’. The latest crop of Van Helsings has scientists who want to study us, dissect us to see what makes us tick.”
Parker shuddered. “That’s revolting.”
“It’s more than that, it’s dangerous. What if they figure out how to make vampires, or learn that werewolves are born, not made?
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