Filed to story: Maleah The Angel Of Death Novel
“I think she did it to force Maleah into a Mate-bond at some point. We all know there are Wolves and Lycans that would do anything to get their hands on a Wolfless Mate – just to make sure they have all the control in the relationship and to be able to cheat on their Mate,” I say, and I am right back where I was a few moments ago: myself and Commander pissed off as hell.
I can see that Dax is getting a mind-link, and the look on his face doesn’t predict much good.
“Mack, take four Warriors with you and head to Diego’s house. Maleah just arrived, and she asked for them. Also, we are not to sign her transfer papers,” he says.
I tell him we will protect her from Alpha Bradley, but smiling, he shakes his head. “She asked for the Warriors to make sure she didn’t kill anyone,” he responds, and I run from the office as I link four of our Warriors to join me.
“How the hell is she planning on killing anyone? She is Wolfless, and she will be facing an Alpha. Diego could use his Assassin aura to control him, but how she is planning on harming or killing an Alpha is beyond me,” Commander says in my head.
I hear a car drive down the dirt road, and we arrive at the house at the same time. Her violet auburn hair sways around her head as she jumps into Diego’s arms, and I see the disgusted look in her Mother’s eyes when she tells Diego she isn’t going anywhere.
Commander pushes forward the moment she looks at me, and I know I need to keep control of my expression; I don’t want to alert her Mother to the fact that Commander and I have an interest in her Daughter.
I smile when she demands that Alpha Bradley’s men place her furniture back into her room, but I am stunned to silence when I feel her aura seep out of her. “Fuck, her aura is almost as strong as ours, and something tells me she isn’t pushing it out full force,” Commander mumbles.
Mack’s P.O.V.
After Maleah has disappeared into the house, it only takes a moment before Diego tells Alpha Bradley they are free to go, and he doesn’t forget to mention that those were Maleah’s exact words.
“Your Mate’s papers are signed, and her file has been retrieved from the archive. You can get them in the Alpha office. After that, make sure you leave the territory immediately,” I say as I look at Alpha Bradley.
The Warriors follow them toward the Pack-house, and once I am satisfied with the distance between them and the house, I turn to Diego.
“Dinner on the Alpha floor tonight, and bring Maleah with you. No excuses,” I say, but the look in his eyes tells me he is as surprised as the rest of us.
I walk back to the Pack-house deep in thought, taking my time getting back there, still in awe at Maleah’s strong aura.
The moment I step into the office, I see our former leadership sitting around, and the current leadership is staring at me.
“Okay, why did Alpha Bradley look as if someone kicked his ass?” my Dad asks, and everyone chuckles. I grab a bottle of water from the small fridge in the office and walk over to an armchair to sit down before I tell them anything.
“I told Diego to bring Maleah to dinner on the Alpha floor. He is as clueless as the rest of us, but Maleah is not Wolfless,” I say before chugging down the water.
“I don’t have any answers, but I will tell you what happened,” I say before I start to tell them about Maleah and how she handled her Mother and Alpha Bradley. “She didn’t release her aura full force, and I bet if she did, it would be stronger than mine,” I say as I look at my Dad.
I hear gasps all around me because we all know it is nearly impossible to have a stronger aura than mine, but I am not afraid to admit it was amazing to see the look on Alpha Bradley’s face.
Everyone knows that Dad and I come from a long line of Assassins, going back for centuries. Dad once explained that in our bloodline, at least one of the Wolves or Lycans in a Mated couple was an Assassin by birth.
I have no idea what Maleah’s bloodline is like, but I think it is safe to say that in her bloodline, a lot of Mated couples were both Assassins by birth. There is no other explanation for the strength of her aura, but what will be the most convincing hint is the age of shifting.
Assassins from an almost pure bloodline are known to shift between fourteen and fifteen years old. Other Assassins shift at the age of sixteen, like every other Wolf or Lycan. I know from Diego’s file that he shifted two months before turning sixteen, and that should have been warning enough for us to question her being Wolfless.
I tell them how the bloodline of Assassins works, and the more I tell them, the wider their eyes go.
“If I have to make a guess about Maleah, I would say she comes from a very pure bloodline, but only Diego and Maleah can confirm how pure that bloodline is,” I finish my explanation, and I am met by dumbfounded faces. It seems that no one ever learned all there is to learn about Assassins.
Dad explains that if a bloodline holds mostly Mated
Assassins, their offspring will grow stronger with each generation. Their offspring will shift between the ages of fourteen and fifteen, and in very rare cases, at the age of thirteen.
“The purer a bloodline, the bigger the chances are of having offspring with multiple abilities. The most common abilities are masking your scent or the fear aura.
I read about Assassins that had both abilities, but there have been Assassins with abilities I have never seen before. The ability of hearing is a bit more common; it is an ability to hear from a longer distance and can be very handy for an Assassin. The ability to sense a Wolf or Lycan is a rare one; it only appeared twice in recorded history, and one of those cases was a Royal Assassin,” Dad says, and I have to admit that I didn’t know this about Assassins.
We talk a bit more about Maleah and her Assassin background before Luna Elyse walks in and sends us all to our Quarters to freshen up and change into some other clothes.
Maleah’s P.O.V.
I walk into the bathroom to take a long shower. I turn on the shower before taking off my clothes, and when I stretch out my hand, I feel that the water has the perfect temperature. I step under the water to let the stress of the last week and a half wash away, and as I feel the water cascading down my body, my mind wanders back to the first time I ever set foot in the Pack-house.
