Leaders Of The Pack

(Yes, this is Faolan on the cover) Olathe has just come through the gory and spectacular death of her Psycho ex vampire boyfriend Taylor. And yet, she's confronted with more problems! Crazy people come over and torture her mate and her, then tell her she's some sort of rarity and that she has five - yes, five - mates, and one of them is a werewolf's natural born enemy- What the hell? Could her life get any more interesting?!


7. Five Fated Lovers

Olathe's point of view:

I didn't know what to make of the confession of the two strange people -- or halflings, as they called themselves. Apparently everyone, other than me, knew what they were halflings of exactly. Faolan tensed slightly as I lifted my head from the small 'pocket' in his neck and looked up towards them, eyes filled with worry as they pierced my own. I leaned my forehead against his cheek, his reaction being to turn his head so his lips met my forehead instead. He planted a soft kiss there, arms snaking protectively around me and pulling me closer to him. If it was a little too tight, I didn't care. My body molded perfectly to his, like two jigsaw pieces that were placed together. I wanted him to know how much I loved him, how precious he was to me. I didn't want to let go, I didn't want to speak, but I needed answers. I regretfully pulled my head away from Faolan, though kept my body enveloped in his. I merely turned my head, puffing out my chest.

"Halflings of what?" I asked, my voice still trembling slightly. I hated the fact that I'd cried as soon as I'd woken up from the trance I was in, but it was terrifying. All I saw was death, death everywhere. Lucy dead, my parents dead, Adonis dead, my pack dead- But mostly Faolan. Faolan being stabbed, hit by a car, poisoned, the worst deaths imaginable. I'd broken down because I couldn't bear the thought of him suffering. I inwardly shook myself, once again focusing on the two strange and evil people who happened to be sitting in my living room.


"Abraxia and I, Arakiel, are half werewolf, half vampire." Answered the man, or Arakiel, with a grin. A chill ran down my spine; I couldn't sense any wolf in them, nor could I sense any vampire in them. I couldn't even sense them as human, but that wouldn't be logical at all, would it?

I couldn't sense them at all, and they were possibly some of the most dangerous creatures to walk earth. I shivered once again, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. It wouldn't have seemed possible for my porcelain skin to become any paler, but it did. Faolan hugged me from behind, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. "How- how is this possible?" I asked.


The woman, Abraxia, merely laughed. "Werewolves and Vampires are far more compatible than you think, child." She answered, her eyes twinkling with amusement, completely contradicting the smile that molded her features. She looked like she was about to explain some long story of the past. My guess was as good as any. She opened her mouth to speak again. "You see, a long time ago..." There it is. I thought, though winced as she cleared her throat, quite possibly hearing my thought. She began again.

"A long time ago, there was a black wolf, such as yourself. Unlike you, she had no soulmate, as back then, black wolves were known as the lowest of the low; yet now, they're regarded as special. But I'll get to that later.

"She was beautiful. Yes, she had black hair, but it was in waves, rather than being lifeless like yours." I coughed at the insult, and she grinned before continuing. "Also, she had tan skin, and eyes almost as black as her hair. They were far too intense to look at for long. Everyone ridiculed her because of her wolf, told her she was unworthy of their presence, called her a slave, that she would always be alone and unloved. This point was proved when her parents -- a grey and a brown wolf -- disowned her. Keep in mind the colour of her parents." Abraxia turned to nod at me. I commited the colours to memory; brown and grey. She continued on with the story.

"She seemed to prove all of that wrong, when one day, she met a man who immediately 'clicked' as you call it. Like what you sensed -- or sense -- with Faolan. They immediately fell in love, the soulmates they were. But let me tell you, it might come as a bit of a shock when I tell you that the man she met was not a werewolf, but a vampire." And she was right; I was shocked. I waited for her to continue.


"Years later, they had concieved two children- their first child a son, their second a daughter. It was when she was out to hunt that she met another wolf, something she hadn't seen in years. A white wolf, the stranger was. She immediately confirmed he as male, he confirming she was a female. And then she felt it; the click. Again. Obviously, the white wolf felt it too, because he shifted back to his human form. She did the same, completely shocked. A few moments later, three other wolves joined him, all male. One grey, one brown, and one black like herself. Three more clicks."

I was absolutely shocked at what she was telling me. I just couldn't process it. What she was saying was absurd- that this black wolf had five mates. A white wolf, a grey wolf, a black wolf, a brown wolf, and a vampire. I was gaping for a few moments, before I finally found the words I wanted to say. "Surely you're not suggesting that-"

"Yes," Abraxia answered, Arakiel grinning slightly, "You have five compatible partners, child."

Arakiel laughed. "You're forgetting the most important part, Abraxia!" He shook his head, patting the woman on the shoulder. I listened closely, still trying to wrap my head around everything. "She forgot to mention that we were the twins in the story, and loverboy's dad was the brown wolf. Coincidence? I don't think so."


I turned back to look up at Faolan. He was tensed up, his jaw clenched and his gaze hard as he glard at the two twins. I frowned, unhappy that he had kept this secret from me. But there was something that was tugging at my conscience, something they'd forgotten to mention. I remembered it quickly, and turned back to Abraxia and her brother. "And about the colour of your mother's parents?" I asked, surprisingly calm about the whole situation.

Abraxia grinned. "You remembered. Alright, usually mates are found with wolves of the same colour, an exception for male black wolves, yes?" She asked. I felt myself nodding. She continued. "When a brown wolf -- yes, it must be a brown wolf -- produces a child with a wolf of another colour, their child becomes a black wolf. It also must be a brown wolf on the masculine side. Another strange querk of your life."

Suddenly, something danws on me. "Erm, so, why exactly are you telling me this in the first place?" I ask.


Abraxia grins. "Surely you knew."


"We're taking you to meet your mates."

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