“She’s mine, we are not fully bonded but I will remedy that.” The shifters words sent Khaelen into a silent rage of jealousy and hurt. Khaelen yanked Allantra back over to him as the two alpha males stared each other down. Allantra stepped back out of the reach of both them, fully pissed at being tossed around like a child’s toy.
“First of all I don’t belong to you,” she pointed to Dharean narrowing her eyes, “or you.” She swiveled her accusing finger at Khaelen. “Truth is, both of you belong to me. So deal with it.”
Then Allantra approached Masque. “Will you please help me get everyone out, while those two go at it?” For the first time, an expression, tiny though it was, almost found its way to Masque’s face. He almost smiled. He nodded instead, going to Minn first. Feeling a bit ashamed, the two males backed off each other with an unspoken understanding that they would continue this later. Then each unchained a frightened boy. Allantra knelt again by the unconscious woman and felt a pulse, though very weak. A large lump embedded itself in her throat. She knew this woman. It had been so very long, but memories so deep, began to wake up. She leaned over and whispered softly into the woman’s ear. “Hello Mother.”
The End
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