The Burning Claw: Book 10, The Grey Wolves Series

Chapter 2-1

Chapter 2

“At some point, the supernatural races will realize that they do not have to live in the shadows like cockroaches hiding from the light. That time is coming quickly. It is almost time for our brothers and sisters to step into the light of day and take their rightful places as shepherds among the sheep. It is almost time for us to rise up and put the world in its rightful order.” ~The Order

Lilly looked down at the sleeping infant in her arms and felt her heart clench in her chest. She remembered when Jacque was born and how she’d held that little baby just like she was now holding this one. Jacque’s birth had been in a difficult time in Lilly’s life. Now Jacque’s son was following in his mother’s footsteps, his birth marking a time of great trial. Lilly remembered how broken she had felt after Dillon left. And until Jacque was born, she thought she’d moved on. But as she held their daughter close to her heart, she’d realized that making a child with someone creates a bond not easily broken.

“Have you slept at all?” Alina asked from the doorway, peering into the room that they’d converted into a makeshift nursery. The Serbian pack mansion would apparently be home for the time being as they watched, waited, and worried about Fane and Jacque. Alina had taken it upon herself to get everything they would need to care for their grandchild. Lilly knew that they were both attempting to keep themselves sane as each of their children fought for their lives. Neither had even seen their child before they had slipped away, together, to hover somewhere between life and death.

“I’ve dozed,” Lilly admitted. “But I don’t like closing my eyes.”

Alina walked further into the room, her arms crossed in front of her chest. “I understand. You see them when you close your eyes.”

Lilly knew she was talking about Jacque and Fane. “I can’t think about it, Alina.” She breathed out. “Every time I think, even for a second, that they won’t come back from this, I can’t breathe. It’s like a two-ton brick has been dropped on my chest. I feel as though I’m going to suffocate and if I give thought to it, I don’t know how I could return from that kind of devastation.” Her jaw clenched as she confessed her emotions while attempting to hold herself together.

“They’re both fighters, Lilly. They’re both stubborn. They won’t give up the chance to raise their child.”

“What if they have no choice?” Lilly asked softly. “What if this is beyond Peri’s power, and Rachel’s skills, and our own wills? What if this is what is supposed to happen?”

Alina shook her head. She pulled her shoulders back as she dropped her hands to her side. Her head was erect; her chin jutted out defiantly. She looked every bit the Alpha female that she was—regal, in control, confident. “I will go before the Fates myself and offer Vasile and me in their place. I won’t stand by and watch my son and daughter-in-law pass from the life they were just beginning. This isn’t their end, Lilly. I need you to trust me on that.”

“Is such a thing even possible?”

“It is not unheard of. With the combined power of Peri and Vasile, we can get their attention. We can demand an audience. The Fates love to make deals. They would hear us out.”

Lilly nodded finally, reluctantly, with silent tears streaming down her face. “Do you want to hold him?”

Alina smiled. “I need to speak with Peri for a few minutes and then I will be back to take over. Is that alright?”

“Do what you need to. We aren’t going anywhere,” she said gently as she looked down at their grandson who was sleeping peacefully.

Lilly didn’t hear the Alpha female leave, but she felt the power of her presence recede and knew that she was gone. She wanted to feel more hopeful after hearing Alina’s declaration of faith, but Lilly was no fool. She knew that the Fates could refuse the request. If it came to Alina offering herself up, Lilly would be right beside her. There were many tough choices in life, but the choice to sacrifice her life for her child wasn’t one of them. If she had to, that would be one of the easiest choices she would ever have to make. She hoped she’d never find herself in the position to make it, but if it came down to it, she’d do it without hesitation.

Alina slipped quietly into the garden room where Peri stood between two of the most important people in her life. She walked slowly across the room, her eyes steady on the lifeless form of her son. She kept waiting for him to sit up suddenly demanding to see his new son. But he didn’t. He simply laid there with his eyes closed.

The high fae looked up at her and Alina paused in her steps. The normally pristine woman now appeared as though she had aged a couple of decades and hadn’t bothered to stop and brush her hair during any of that time. Dark circles underlined her eyes and her usually full lips were drawn into a tight line across her gaunt face. Her hands were on the foreheads of each of her charges and Alina could see a faint glow coming from her palms.

She continued forward, having gathered herself from the shock of Peri’s appearance. “Where is Rachel?”

“She needed to sleep. She’s useless to me if she can’t stay on her feet,” Peri answered. Her voice was scratchy, as though she’d lost it screaming.

The Alpha nodded. She slipped her shoes off and stepped into the shallow water that had been infused with the powerful healer’s healing magic and felt it tingle against her bare feet. She walked up to Jacque first and leaned down pressing a kiss to her cheek. The girl’s skin was cold and Alina felt as if an icy hand was gripping her insides, spreading a chill throughout her body.

The Alpha stood, shaking, and walked over to her son. Alina closed her eyes, holding her head up and swallowing painfully. She didn’t want to look down. She didn’t want to see the child she’d brought into this world, the boy she’d raised for nineteen years—her only son—reduced to a corpse. Her breath sped up and she had to take several deep breaths to gather her composure. Finally, she opened her eyes and looked down.

His eyes were closed as though sleeping. But, instead of appearing peaceful, his face was contorted, frozen in some state of unknown pain. She reached out a shaking hand and cupped his chin. Like his mate’s, Fane’s skin was ice cold. Feeling this was the Alpha’s breaking point. She fell to her knees, heedless of the water soaking her clothes. Alina gripped his shirt in both her hands, balling the fabric tightly. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to hold him to this realm or if she was trying to hold herself together. Her eyes scanned over his face, remembering the first time she’d ever held him as a baby. She’d run her fingertips over every inch of his tiny face. She’d been in awe of something so perfect, so special, being given to her to care for. Her hands had shaken then too, so many years ago. Her heart had sped up as he opened his bright blue eyes and stared up at her in wonder. For that moment in time, she was his whole world. There was no one else in the world that was as important to her as him, nor anyone as important to him as her. He’d listened to her voice for nine months. He’d smelled nothing but her scent for nine months. She was his safe place and it was all there in his little eyes as he looked to her to protect him, feed him, and love him. And she had, as long as she’d been able, until he’d grown into a man and left her protection.

She could hold him in her arms just as she did the day he was born, but she was no longer his world. Now there were others he loved, and there were dangers beyond her control. Now he was the protector, the provider, and the parent.

Those facts did not make it acceptable to see her son lying lifeless beside his true mate. She was his mother. She was the one who was to die first. Parents should never have to bury their child and she knew it would destroy Vasile if that was what it came to.

She pulled herself closer to him until she was right in front of his face and bore her gaze into him. Her words came out in her native tongue as if they would have more effect than being spoken in their second language. “We have taught you to fight since you were a boy. We have instilled in you the need to persevere even when the situation seems impossible. We have given you all the tools you needed to be the man you are. You cannot stop now. I won’t allow it! Fane Lupei, you will return to this life. Wherever your soul has drifted, you had better pull it back into your body and open your eyes to the world where you are needed. Your mate needs you, your son, oh god, Fane your son—” Her voice broke as she swallowed down the tears. “He’s beautiful, blue eyes like yours and auburn hair like Jacque’s—perfect in every way. And he needs you—you, Fane—not me, not Lilly, not Vasile. We are just petty substitutes. He needs his parents. You need to fight! I will not say goodbye to my only son. So fight, dammit!” She slammed a fist onto his chest as she finally let go of the tears.

She heard another sob that wasn’t her own and her eyes were drawn up to the fae she’d forgotten was there. Tears streamed down Peri’s face as she stared back at Alina. “I’m trying,” she choked out. Her lips trembled as she sank down on one knee. Her hands remained on Jacque and Fane’s foreheads, but her head fell forward and her shoulders shook with sorrow.

“I know you are,” Alina told her as she pushed her fear, pain, and anger back down. She called on her wolf to give her strength and clarity of mind so that she wouldn’t be led by her emotions, especially since her emotions were a raging typhoon right now. She needed to be strong. “You are doing something that I never could. Thank you. Truly, Perizada, thank you.” She stood, caressing her son’s face one last time before she stepped away. Alina walked over to Peri and pulled the fae back to her feet. “The high fae only bow to one, and I am not her. It is I who should be bowing to you. I know what you’re doing and I’m selfish enough to ask you to hold on a little longer.”

Peri’s eyes widened. “As if I’d stop, even if you ordered me to. No one dies on my watch—not if I can do something about it.”

“How long can you do this?” Alina motioned to her hands.

“I have a lot of immortality to give,” she said with a familiar smirk that helped Alina gain even more control.

“Wadim is doing research—”

“That’s surprising,” Peri interrupted, sniffing back her own tears. “He is the pack historian and record keeper, after all.”

Alina’s lips lifted slightly. If Peri could still be contrary, then there was hope, at least that’s what Alina was going to choose to believe.

“What’s the furry goober researching?” Peri asked.

“Rachel mentioned something to Gavril when he was here earlier.”

Peri frowned. “They never spoke.”

Alina tapped her forehead.

The high fae rolled her eyes. “Sorry, dumb blonde moment. Don’t tell Jen.”

“Rachel mentioned to Gavril a feeling she had when she was in their minds. She said that their spirits seemed to be lost, trapped in limbo somehow, unable to find their way back to this world, no matter how hard their owners might be fighting to bring them back. Gavril told Wadim to check our records and see if he could find a record of any other healers ever encountering this.”

Peri’s head tilted slightly. “Lost,” she said, almost to herself. “Neither of them is willing to leave this life. That’s why they’re lost.” She let out a laugh that was filled with so much relief Alina wanted to grab onto it and feel it too. “Jacque was fighting to bring her son into this life while her own slipped away. Fane was fighting for Jacque and his son. He pulled on the pack bond for strength. He used his connection to Vasile, his connection as an Alpha. Though I don’t know if he was even conscious that he was doing it, he was just so desperate to keep them alive. With all of the power coursing through them from me, Sally, then Rachel, the pack bond, and their own wills…it’s like they forced their souls not to leave this realm, pinned them here, even though they should have long since departed.”