Arrival of the Prophecy (33 page)

“Shall we have some breakfast? I’m so hungry, I could eat two girls
dressed in ball gowns,” he said, making a spooky voice on the last.

The girls ran screaming, leaving their shoes behind as he acted like
a monster with his hands out in front, making a horrid face, and making loud
growling noises.
Mohee
laughed so hard, she was
bending forward in her chair. Cara went one way, as Tara went the other, and
Dillan
went face first down on the bed. The girls burst out
laughing, then jumped up on the bed, grabbing at his sides, with him yelling. “They
got me. Help me,
Mohee
, help me!” He rolled over
grabbing them both around the waist then sat up with one hanging over each arm.
He remembered what happened the last time he had tickled them laying down on
the bed, and decided it was best to not do that again until they had learned a
bit more control.

Weeks passed and the girls learned more every day. They talked more,
became more accustomed to being around others, and found a love for drawing.
Mohee
rarely ever left their sides. Marcus and
Dillan
spent a great deal of time in the private room,
Dillan
being the student, and his grandfather being the
teacher.

Thomas used his time making sure that things stayed calm on the
grounds, and that no one was breaking the new rules of keeping the peace. There
had been a few fights in the beginning; one man claiming another took his
things, to another complaining that a man tried to steal his portion of food.

Other than a few small discrepancies
Dillan’s
pack was running almost as smooth as Anthony’s clan, which was like a
well-oiled machine. It was getting close to the time that the boars would make
their way back to the place where they once stood across the round circle,
ready for battle. Only this time it would be to claim peace for all, and not a
cry for the blood of the other.

***

Thomas walked that night, looking not at soldiers sitting around the
fires out in the front of their tents, but rather their families. There were
children the same age of his king, and parents the age of himself. Some mingled
at the large fire creating new relationships, which would one day bring on the
future of the
wereboar’s
, for
Dillan
had lifted the ban to mate.

Many were sniffing the air for the mate that would last them a life
time, and like most animals, they would know it when they crossed each other’s
path. The other half of the soul would cry out and they too would become whole.
Some female’s found their mates not two days after they arrived. Others watched
the young men as they held out their chests, with clean shaven faces, and what
was more than likely the first real bath that they’d had in months.

 
Thomas had lost his wife, and
the other half of his soul, when she was killed by a rogue
werepanther
,
one cold night when she was gathering wood outside the ladies camp. Word was
sent to him by way of none other than Charles, the Queen’s man, but he was
never allowed to have her things. It was not unheard of for males and females
to come together if their soul mates had been taken, because it wasn’t
something seen as unforgivable in the eyes of the Earth Mother. It had merely
been a rule laid down by the evil
Harbra
. However,
Thomas passed the older females that bowed their heads and gave him the look
that said they were there for the taking.

All he could see was his wife in the background, waiting for him to
come home to her and that was exactly what he was going to do. He would serve
his king until his life force was needed no more, then he would go to her and
reunite their soul as one.

Six weeks had passed and no word had come through from, or about the
wereboar’s
other than they were back on their own
land. Anthony had sent out a letter asking
Dillan
and
his people to meet him at the ceremonial grounds. He explained he wanted to end
the war between them once and for all.
Dillan
was
shocked to receive the letter for two reasons. One, because he was about to
send a letter very much like it, and secondly, because of the one who brought
it.

Parker stood on the porch of the
Fortain
home for the first time since he was three years old, and chills ran up his
legs coating his spine with a yearning to walk through the door. His heart was beating
so rapidly that he felt it strumming at the base of his ears.

 
Dillan
rushed to the banister at the top of the stairs and tried to see him, viewing
nothing but his legs. “Can it be?”

He moved slowly down the staircase, until Parker’s face came into
view, then he rushed up to him, stopping when Parker backed up, blinking as he
was waiting to be hit. “I’m so glad to see you, Brother!”
Dillan
said, putting his hand out. Parker looked down at the offered hand, fearing it
was a trick, and then slowly raised his.
Dillan
grabbed and rapidly shook it. “Are you well? Did they treat you okay?”

“I’m fine, Brother, they are a good people,” he replied, showing he
was extremely confused with his brother’s actions.

“I can never tell you how sorry I am for being such a bastard, and
never being the brother that I should have been,”
Dillan
shamefully admitted
droopping
his shoulders. “I was
worthless, and should have been the one in their prisons.”

“I wasn’t in their prison’s
Dillan
, I was
their guest,” Parker said, releasing his hand.

“I don’t understand. Why have you waited so long to come home?”

“I haven’t come home, Brother. I have merely delivered the letter. I
wouldn’t allow one of them to take the chance. They are my friends.”

“Can you at least stay for a few hours?”

“Why are you acting this way?”

“I’ve changed,”
Dillan
replied, putting
his hand on Parker’s shoulder. “We have so much to talk about, and you have so
many people to meet, Parker.
Mohee
is here, and
Popee
. He was in the men’s camp the whole time. I found our
sisters and that is the longest story of all.”

“Stop,
Dillan
,” Parker interrupted. “I did
not come here for your stupid games. I’m through with all of it.” Then he
turned and walked off the porch and down the steps.

“They’re here I tell you.
In the study.
Mohee
is teaching the girls to read,”
Dillan
yelled out the door, as Parker walked around the car. “Please, just five
minutes, and you’ll see with your own eyes.”

Parker paused at the opened door, then got in and drove away.
Dillan
ran out the door and down the driveway after the
car, yelling ‘please’ over and over. Parker was wiping the tears out of his
eyes as he hit the paved road and drove away as fast as the car would go.

Dillan
watched as
it disappeared, hating a piece of himself for treating his brother so badly
that he would rather race back to the werewolves than stay with his own kind,
but deep inside he didn’t blame him. He would more than likely do the same
thing had he been in his shoes.
Dillan
walked to the
house looking back several times, hoping that his brother would change his
mind, but he never did. He took the note and told his grandparent’s what it
said, but left out the fact that it was their grandson that had delivered it.

“It says two weeks from tomorrow. An end to the wars, should we take
weapons?”
Dillan
asked, looking at Marcus, who sat
with an opened book next to Tara.

“I think it would make them think that we are there to fight.”

“But, if they want us there to battle, and outnumber us two to one,
then we would lose, when we could have won,”
Dillan
retorted.

“We could take enough to arm twenty men. Keep them up on the outer
rim. If battle is what is in their plan, then we will have them,” Marcus said,
putting the book on the table and kissing Tara on the side of the head and
sending her over to her sister.

“I think if it were a war that they wanted, they would have attacked
us here, and took care of the threat a long time ago,”
Mohee
added, standing up with Cara. “Come girls, let’s go down and have some ice cream.”

“I want chocolate,” Cara said, lovingly leaning into the woman that
was close to her height.

“I like strawberry,
Popee
.” Tara licked
her lips.

The girls had become close to their grandparents. Tara
favored
her grandfather more than Cara, who rarely left her
grandmother’s side. They were beginning to separate from having to be around
each other every second and that was the biggest step that they had made so far.

Once they were out of the room,
Dillan
told Marcus everything about the night they found
Kemon’s
remains, down to what he and Thomas had done to Charles. He didn’t want his grandfather
seeing what he had to witness without first being told. Later that night,
Marcus,
Dillan
, and Thomas, broke the sealed door to
the crypt, and took out twenty swords and hand held blades. They closed it back
up, never speaking of the remains of Charles or
Kemon
again.

Chapter Twenty Four

It was two weeks later, and had been months since the werewolves had
seen the
wereboars
, Sky was in her bathroom looking
in the mirror, shaking her head at how large her belly had become in such a
short time. She began counting stretch marks, and didn’t stop until she reached
the tenth one that was on the side of her right hip. Sky looked like she was in
her last term, showing like an eight month pregnant woman, even though it had
only been a little over three and a half months.
Adella
tapped on the bathroom door. She had been keeping a close eye on Sky for the
last two weeks, and she was wondering why she had been in the bathroom so long.

“Who is it?” Sky called out.

“
Adella
, may I come in?”

“Sure.”

“Are you feeling okay child?”

“Look at my belly,
Adella
. The oil’s
didn’t work,” Sky said then started crying.

“Oh honey.”
Adella
quickly wet a wash
cloth.

“And I want to cry all the time. I’m a mess and I don’t even know
why. I
am
happy.”

“Of course you are,”
Adella
replied, handing
her the cold cloth then wrapping her robe around her shoulders. “It’s the
hormones in your body, that’s all. Your body is going through some major changes,
but it will all return to normal after the baby arrives.”

“When does the meeting start?”

“At seven tonight, but you will not be going young lady.”

“I feel fine, and I want to stand next to my husband,” Sky pleaded,
trying to give
Adella
her ‘big eye’ look.

“Absolutely not!
And
I will stay here with you to make sure you don’t try and sneak out,”
Adella
laughed giving her a big hug.

“How’s my Dad? This whole baby growing thing is seriously freaking
him and Bonny out.”

“They’ll be fine once they see their healthy grandchild.”

“He will be healthy won’t he,
Adella
?”

“He will be perfect. How could the prophecy be wrong?”

“Your stepsister was making a comment about how big you were getting
and I put a halt to it this fast.”
Adella
snap her
fingers.

“What did you say?” Sky perked up smiling from ear to ear.

“I told her, ‘At least Sky is only having one, maybe two, but you
will without a doubt give birth to five, maybe eight.’ then she looked over at
Parker, who was nodding up and down. I thought she was going to pass out.”

“That is so funny. Were you joking?”

“Not at all,”
Adella
replied, shocking the
laughter right out of Sky.

“God, that’s horrible. I thought them having that many babies was a
joke.”

***

Anthony stood on one side of the circle of stones and
Dillan
stood on the other. The rim was deep with men on
both sides, some in
were
form, most
in human, and all on the edge. “We come here to give the
wereboar’s
an offer of peace, and more!” Anthony yelled, calming the crowds, because they
all wanted to hear. “We give you the land free from all cost, to gain your
trust as our equal.”

“We did not come asking for your land Michelle, King of the werewolf
clan,”
Dillan
yelled to be heard, causing the wolves
to get jumpy, some rushing halfway down the mound, stopping only at the site of
Anthony’s hand coming up into the air. “We come in peace, as our father’s once
did.”