The Ancients by Rena Wilson Read Free Book Online Page A

direction.  “What? Oh yeah, no touching, sorry.”
    “Remove the spell,” Kristoff demands.
    With a quick mumble, the spell around the mark breaks.  The wolves in the room take a long whiff.  I hear Kevin whisper, “Well, I’ll be damned.”
     
    Rian
     
                  The room is uncomfortably quite.  With the spell removed the once small symbol of the triple Goddess transforms into an intricate piece taking up the right side of my torso.  While the triple mark is still there it is bigger and brighter artfully colored in different shades of purple.  Everyone in the room should be able to feel the Goddess’ power behind this mark as it permeates the air and the werewolves should be able to smell her essences.
    “I never take the scent blocker off.  Grams wove it around the mark until I was old enough and powerful enough to do it myself.”
    “And why didn’t I know any of this,” Riley said crossing her arms.  “I mean, I knew we had different dads and that you were part wolf, but really!”
    “It didn’t matter,” Grams patted her arm.  “The less everyone knew the safer you were.  Mark didn’t even know.”
    “Why?” Riley asks with a sigh.
    Grams looked around at the group.  “It seems Rian is destined to unite the races and finally destroy the Ancients.  There are those out there, obviously, that would not like that outcome.”
                  I quickly say the spell to cover the mark.  “Yes well, we don’t need to focus on that just now.  We need to focus on who tried to take Riley.”
                  “Oh no, little Alpha, you can’t avoid this talk.  You know damn well this all connected.  What else is said in that book, Henrietta?” Kevin retorts.
                  I cross my arms around my chest, slouching in the chair childishly.  I listen as Grams tells the tale.  “Whoever is trying to get to the Ancients needs Rian there to accomplish the spell.  There are other items they need to acquire; a Flint Knife from the Naqada period, a flail symbol of power from the God Osiris, and Osiris’ onyx amulet.  I am sure you are already aware that those items were recently stolen.  Taking Riley is a way to draw Rian out.  The only thing I don’t understand is how anyone figured out who Rian is.  The tome tells the prophecy but it obviously doesn’t say Rian’s name.”
                  “Who all in the coven know about Rian?” Kristoff finally speaks.
                  Grams thinks for a minute, “I only told Martha and of course the previous coven leader, Kendra, but she has been dead for years.”
                  “And you trust Martha?”
                  “With my life,” Grams whispers.  “She is still in a coma after being attack for the tome.”
                  Kristoff nods, “I see.  What about her family?”
                  “Her husband died ten years ago.  She does have a son, Martin.  He is a member of the coven, but he is not very powerful.”
                  “When was the last time you saw him?”
                  “It was a while ago, he missed the last coven meeting to be with his mom in the hospital.”
                  Kristoff, Michael and Kevin all look at each other.  Michael breaks their silence, “I will look into Martin, just to make sure.”
                  Kevin smiles, “Okay, that sounds good.  I will take on the dubious honor of following this little one around as a bodyguard.”  He flings his arm around Riley.
                  “I don’t need a babysitter and don’t touch me, you mangy beast,” Riley jumps up from her seat.  “Rian, please.”
                  I try to keep my face neutral, I think I failed, “Sorry, Ri, but he sticks with you until this is done.”
                  “Don’t worry Riley, you aren’t the