“I've come in contact with many of
them in my time.”
“Donovan Jackson, you should know I call them as I see them. I know you're distrusting
because that's your baby girl. She's my baby girl too, but he has to know about
her.” Natalie insisted.
Thorne glanced over at Melanie, raising an eyebrow. Melanie averted her gaze to
the brick fireplace, breaking out into a sweat. Life as she knew it no longer existed.
It was now time for her to embrace her ancestry, fully. If she truly intended to
accept Thorne as a mate, she would need to be completely honest with him.
“Go on Melanie,” Natalie pushed. “Tell him!”
“Tell me what?” Thorne asked, trying to swallow the huge knot in his throat. An
uneasy feeling penetrated his aura, and the blood in his veins turned cold, warning
him that something wasn't quite right.
“Melanie has magical powers, just like her mother.” Donovan interrupted, his dark
eyes fixated upon Natalie's with warning.
“Oh, you mean like that special entrance that keeps these grounds out of plain sight
from others outside your clan.” Thorne said, stroking his chin. “Melanie informed
me of that when we first arrived. Is that the big secret Mrs. Jackson?” Thorne asked.
“I'm no stranger to magic. My grandfather is the Shaman of our clan, and still tries
to instill “the old ways” within us.”
“Yes Thorne, Melanie has magical powers.” Natalie said through gritted teeth as
her eyes turned black, shooting an “I'll get you later” look at her husband who
sat smugly with his arms crossed. “She inherited them through me, a trait our clan
possesses.” Natalie said, choosing her words wisely as she picked up on the vibe
that now just wasn't the time for Thorne to know of their daughter's true ancestral
blood. Aside from Melanie being a hybrid, there was just one more fact Thorne would
have to accept.
In addition, when they came on their heat, Melanie and Thorne were to be locked
in the steel cage downstairs during the full moon. Thorne would have to pass the
test to see if he was worthy of fathering Melanie's pups one day. This was the way
of Natalie and Melanie's clan.
Melanie looked over at her father, shooting him a look of relief. Her father had
stepped in, saving her from possibly losing Thorne. If he found out the truth of
her heritage, it was quite possible he'd never accept her for who and what she truly
was. Her entire life she felt she was a freak of nature, although there were other
hybrids who accepted their heritage without fail. Somehow, Melanie could never quite
come to terms with things. Seeking life as a dancer, she fulfilled her strong powerful
sexual lusts with clients, male and female whenever they bought her out. Who would
have known her life would change forever after crossing paths with Thorne the evening
before. She had half-hoped she would continue dancing, never having to change her
life, until she met Thorne Cloudfeather.
“Alright, so that's settled,” Donovan said. “Sun's almost up, and it's time for
me to retire,” he said stretching his arms above his head, and exhaling with a sharp
hiss. “Come on Natalie. Uh oh, almost forgot. I don't want any hanky panky going
on up in my house, is that clear?” Donovan Jackson demanded. “I know you are grown
Melanie, but if the urge strikes, take it outdoors!”
Stifling a giggle, Melanie had allowed her father to penetrate her hard shell, and
for the first time in years, she felt close to him.
* * * * * * *
“What do you mean you couldn't find them?” Raphael roared at Darius, one of his
clan members. Darius, the same height as Raphael growled in anger as Raphael chastised
him. His eyes, glowing like golden embers, Darius ran his fingers through his blond
hair, which came just above his shoulders. Darius proceeded to explain himself,
something he had grown tired of over the past two years.
“I'm telling you Raphael, they disappeared into thin air. Where were you, why weren't
you tracking