his brother, as the two of them circled each other. Dred snarled, his eyes almost took on a reddish tint as they faced off with each other.
Chapter Three
Having known the brothers for over ten years now, Edward knew Dred wouldn’t release his position as dominant Alpha in their small group as quickly as his brother had., Dred was the power house of the brothers. He might be the quiet one, but Dred was also the leader of their pack and his equal. But when it came to the last word within their family, Edward would have the last word in their little unit.
In a matter of seconds, Edward had Dred up against the wall. “Mine!” He snarled and buried his fangs into his neck, all the while Dred growled and tried to move, but couldn’t.
Not to be outdone, Dred ripped Edward’s shirt open, exposing his bare skin, and bit him between the shoulder and the neck, claiming him at the same time.
He grinned as he sealed the holes where he’d left his mark. Stepping back, he stared into Dred’s face. “Take our woman to her home, tell her about your pack and what to expect when she is introduced to our pack.” Edward ripped his shirt off his back and threw it into the trash, reaching up for the spare he had hanging behind Dred.
“I have three more meetings for the day. I’ll be done by six. I think we should have a private supper tonight and discuss things, before we announce anything. By then Avril should have the scroll in question and our answers.” He buttoned up his shirt as Rock unlocked the door.
Andrew came flying in without waiting. “I’m sorry, but this can’t wait. The Morris clan is demanding to see you.” His gaze went to Beth. “They claim the queen is a fraud and demand proof of her heritage.”
The ground beneath them shook. Screams could be heard from his throne room as he took off towards it. “Keep her back.” Edward ordered as he noticed Dred throw his T-shirt over Beth’s body.
She pushed her hands through the shirt and tried to grab him, but he was already running down the hall.
“No! It’s my father, let me go. I can help!” Beth yelled. “I know my father’s work.” Behind him Dred and Rock held her and tried to comfort her.
Guards ran next to him, as he rounded the corner and stopped. A man as tall as him wearing black robes stood in the middle of his throne room, on top of the leader of the Morris Clan. Blood dripped out of Sander’s nose and he didn’t move. All around them people were bowing before the man.
“Dad, will you knock it off! Don’t I have enough problems without you throwing your powers around?” Beth said, throwing Edward a glare, as she walked past him and into the man’s arms.
“I’ve missed you,” she said, as she hugged him tight and tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Stop, pumpkin, you know we are always with you. Well not all the time,” he looked up at the King and nodded as he drew closer. “Thank you for keeping her safe.” He turned and looked at the clan in question. “Do you doubt her heritage now?”
Over twenty men, still on their knees, moaned one simple word , “No,” keeping their heads down.
Edward smiled and crossed his arms. “Don’t move Morris. You and I will talk soon.”
“I must leave. I shouldn’t even be here, but I wasn’t about to let my daughter be put on display. It bothers her very much.” Beth’s father placed his hands on her shoulders and stared down at her.
“You know in your heart what is to be true.” The Grand Wizard, Harris Roman glanced behind Edward. His attention was now centered on Rock and Dred.
“Bring your wolves in, Dred, but watch your back. One has been waiting for you to turn your back and he won’t hesitate to attack anything you care for. Rely on the others.” With that he kissed the top of Beth’s head and disappeared.
“Daddy…” she whispered.
With her head down, Beth turned and stared at Edward “I hate when he does that.”
“You are very lucky to see