Blood Solstice: Part Three in the Tale of Lunarmorte

by Samantha Young

  A flicker of white heat licked across Caia’s calves and she pleaded inwardly for Marita to make her madder.

  “It was Rose who told me where to find Eliza-”

  Oh my gods! I will kill her! If I get out of here I will rip that tramp apart!

  “-she thinks I’ll grant Lucien and the pack pardon and she can live happily ever after with your mate.” She snorted. “Delusional little fool. I’ll let her live, but I’m going to kill the pack slowly. Mutilate them like I did to the others… Dimitri and Yvana-”

  The white heat stroked up towards her stomach.

  “-Dana and Daniel. Morgan and Natalia. I didn’t get to finish them off properly. But when I get to Irini and Ella and all those others you love… I’ll make sure to take my time-”

  It gripped her stomach and crawled up through her chest, her throat closing under its blaring fire.

  “-And then Lucien. Oh, I’ll leave him to last. I’m going to make his torture last for months. First I’ll play with that beautiful exterior, give him a few scars he’ll never forget. And then I’ll take his insides out bit by bit whilst he’s still conscious and-”

  “ARRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!” The horrendous scream that ripped out of Caia was beyond her control, the white light blinding her as it exploded out of every cell in her body. Caia was no longer Caia but one with the greatest stream of energy she had ever known.

  And all it wanted was the destruction of Marita and her people.

  It seemed forever she ceased to exist.

  But then… the bright white began to fade and a hush fell, her eyes slid closed of their own accord, silence pillowing her in her sleep.

  26 –Solidarity

  The beeping noise was starting to get annoying. It pulled her from her sleep and forced her into consciousness. Caia groaned, her head pounding so hard she was afraid to open her eyes. That was… if she could open her eyes. Her lids felt as if they had been stuck shut with hot glue. As for her mouth… she made a smacking sound with her lips, her mouth as dry as Irini’s victoria sponge cake. The irritating beeping got louder. What the…

  “Miss…” a lilting voice said softly from above her.

  Slowly, she peeled her lids open and then grunted at the harsh stream of light that stung her eyes. She tried again and as her eyes came into focus she saw a woman standing over her. A nurse. Caia’s heart kicked. Oh crap, where was she?

  “It’s nice to see you awake.” The nurse smiled softly, her accent thick and sure… and very Scottish? Oh my goddess! Caia twisted her head around to see the heart monitor she was attached to was the source of the beeping. She glanced down to see herself tucked into a hospital bed, a tube plugged into her hand.

  “Where am I?” She croaked.

  The nurse frowned. “You don’t remember?”

  “No.”

  The woman’s eyes widened. “You’re no from hereabouts from the sound of that accent, are you? You dinnae remember what happened to you, at all?”

  Yeah, that’s what she was telling her. She shook her head impatiently.

  “You’re in the Western General… in Edinburgh. You were found in the rubble of an explosion in a village a little west of here twenty four hours ago. Do you remember how you got there?”

  Marita! Caia sucked in a breath, the events of the night before whooshing into her body like a gust of wind. The inn… she had gone after Marita to the inn and… had she killed her? Had she been successful?

  “Were there any other survivors?” She whispered frantically.

  The nurse frowned again, shaking her head. “No, honey, you were the only person found in the debris. It was just a load of ash and rubble, they said. Why? Were you wi’ somebody? Can you tell me your name?”

  Caia had to get out of here. She had to get back to the pack, and she had to get someone to come back and deal with all the people that had been at the sight of the inn, because clearly she had made quite a mess. Glancing around she was relieved to find herself in a private room.

  “Can I speak with the doctor?” She asked.

  The nurse pinched her lips. “I’ll have a wee look and see if I can find him for you. The police are waiting to question you, so I’ll hurry along eh.”

  As soon as the door closed behind the woman Caia ripped at the tube in her hand and pulled off the heart monitor, silencing it with her magik. Hurriedly, she utilised magik to clothe herself in jeans and a t-shirt and then she felt herself swaying badly. She clutched a plastic chair in the corner and pushed herself upright. This was no time to be lacking energy.

  Her nerve endings shaking Caia took a deep breath and pictured the dining hall in the hotel.

  Everything was black, her aching body pressed against something cold. Then noise just exploded all around her.

  “Caia-”

  “Oh my goddess-”

  “Caia! You’re back!”

  She felt hands tugging at her and she realised she had landed prone on the hardwood floor of the dining hall. Someone gripped her under the arms and turned her gently and she looked up into the concerned silver eyes of her mate.

  “Lucien.” She reached for him, and he hauled her up into his arms, his entire body shaking with emotion as they embraced.

  “I thought you were dead,” he choked and squeezed her tighter. She was vaguely aware of weeping, and people patting and stroking her back as she lay comforted in her mate’s arms.

  Eventually, Lucien pulled back a little. “Can you stand?” he asked hoarsely, his eyes washing over her face as if afraid to look away.

  She nodded. There was still a lot to do and she didn’t have time to be playing the invalid. Slowly, but surely, Lucien helped her to her feet. She stood to face a wearied and worried pack, including Marion, Saffron, and Reuben. Caia was heartened to see Ryder, Jaeden and Vil all in good shape, so she guessed they had taken care of Marita’s lykans. As her eyes took them all in, a frown suddenly formed between her brows. Wait a minute…

  “Where’s Eliza?” she asked in panic.

  Marion waved away the question soothingly. “She’s at the Centre.”

  “But she’s a Midnight.” Oh goddess what if the Council had her locked up?

  However, Marion was shaking her head. “Eliza’s fine. She’s being well taken care of. Penelope has taken her under her protection. She was surprised to see me alive though.”

  Caia grunted but relaxed marginally at the news Penelope was the one watching over Eliza. Of all the Council, she seemed the most ready to believe that Midnight’s might just be alright after all.

  “Caia, what happened?” Jaeden asked abruptly. “Marion took Saffron and Vil to that inn and when they got there, there was nothing left of it. Just rubble and debris, and the ash from Marita and her magiks’ bodies.”

  Marita and her magiks’ bodies! Relief flooded through her entire being. “I did it?” she breathed. “I killed her?”

  Reuben was grinning. “Looks like.”

  She frowned, remembering the disgusting mess she had made of Ethan when she had used that same strange energy burst on him. “Why was there ash?” she whispered and looked directly at Marion, seeking answers. “Last time with Ethan… there was… you know, gore and stuff…”

  The witch matched her expression. “Interesting. Did you feel any differently this time around, when you did whatever the Hades it is you do?”

  As she forced herself to relive the moment pinned beneath Marita and the other magiks’ power, she realised her fear for Marita and her evil had been even greater than that of her uncle. Perhaps because now she fully comprehended the impact a person that powerful and ruthless would have on their world.

  “I felt more,” she whispered.

  “Then perhaps the energy this time was more powerful. Not to mention you’ve come along a little further in your magik since then.”

  Nodding, Caia decided not to let it worry her. Knowing Marita was out of the picture should relieve her, take the pressure off. Not add to it. She leaned into Lucien a
nd he pulled her into his side, placing a kiss on the top of her head. “I did it.”

  “You did it,” he murmured.

  “So what happened to you?” Jaeden persisted.

  “I was taken to hospital by humans.” She threw a worried look at Marion. “We need to get back any blood tests, and mess with the memories of all the people who dealt with me and the scene of the ‘incident’.”

  Marion nodded militantly. “Of course. Which hospital?”

  “Edinburgh.” Caia shook her head trying to remember the name the nurse had given her, but in all the chaos she couldn’t. “I dunno which one.”

  Reuben shrugged. “That’s easy. You obviously used your magik there.”

  “Yes.”

  “I can sense each magiks’ different energy.” He tapped his nose. “I’ll just follow this. I’ll need Marion and Saffron’s help.”

  “Of course.” Marion nodded, and then she smiled sadly at Caia.

  I killed her sister.

  “I’m sorry, Marion,” she whispered.

  The witch shook her head, her lips pinched. She came forward, drawing Caia into a delicate hug. “Don’t be. You did what I couldn’t.”

  Pulling back, Marion glanced at Reuben and Saffron over her shoulder. “Let’s make this quick.” She held a hand out to Reuben and he clutched it tightly as if offering her comfort.

  Caia sighed. Sometimes he could be pretty sweet when he wanted to be.

  With a little buzz in the air all three of them vanished.

  A tense silence fell amongst the pack, a heightened sense of expectation leaping from member to member. They wanted to know where they went from here. But as Caia’s eyes drifted over them and came to a stop on Rose, who stood a little off to the side from the rest of them, they would have to wait and see until after her showdown. The lykan flinched under Caia’s regard and she immediately saw the guilt there.

  A snarl ripped up from deep within her, and she shot her hand out, sending Rose flying back into the wall with a crack of her head. She raised her up with her magik and pinned her there.

  “Caia, what the hell!” Lucien gripped her arm tightly and tried to pull her back. The pack broke apart as if unsure what to do; the children crying out, frightened by the unexpected attack. The only one who appeared calm was Jaeden who took a step towards Caia.

  “What did she do?” she asked with a growl.

  Through her anger she felt a deep connection of friendship to Jae, and her gratitude for it was undying. “She called Marita. She told her about the Septum. She betrayed us.”

  “No.” Lucien growled. “Caia, you’re mistaken.” He tugged once more at her hand trying to break her hold.

  She threw him an angry, hurt look. “You believe her over me?” she whispered hoarsely, not letting go.

  He glared at her. “I think you’ve been through a lot of strain. Caia, for goddess sakes.” He wrapped a hand around her waist and tried to pull her away from Rose.

  A noise of distress drifted out of Jaeden and Lucien was being shoved away from Caia with an invisible force. Jae was using her telekinesis against the Alpha. He was glaring at Caia, though, so he thought it was her, and she wasn’t about to give Jae away.

  “I’m telling you the truth. Marita told me Rose told her where to get Eliza. How else would she have found out? And she has motive. She’s in love with you and wants me gone!”

  “Lucien, no!” Rose shrieked from her place up on the wall. “She’s lying. I didn’t do that!”

  Fury shot through Caia and she gripped a magikal hand around the lykan’s throat, choking her. “People died because of you!”

  “Caia, stop it, that’s an order!” Lucien yelled.

  Seemingly out of nowhere, little Laila strolled slowly out in front of the trio and came to a stop before Rose. Tentatively, she reached upwards and placed a gentle hand on Rose’s. The lykan watched her warily and then stopped struggling. Laila took her hand away, her shoulders wilting, and turned back towards Caia and Lucien. “I think she betrayed us to Marita, Lucien.”

  He shook his head in disbelief and Rose’s eyes widened. “No! It’s not true.”

  Caia choked her harder and she began to make horrible gagging sounds.

  “Caia-” Magnus implored quietly.

  “Caia, don’t.” Laila shook her head, and some of the anger dissipated a little, enough to bring her back under control.

  She relaxed her grip but kept Rose suspended. “Tell him the truth.”

  No answer.

  She envisioned a little water filling up Rose’s airways and the lykan must have felt it because she began to struggle.

  “Tell him the truth!”

  She nodded frantically so Caia made the water disappear. “OK!” She cried, frightened tears streaming down her cheeks. “I did it! I went to Marita, but only to protect you and your pack from her!” She gestured hatefully to Caia. “She’s a monster, Lucien!”

  An almighty howl exploded around the room followed by a harsh row of snarls. When he spoke his lykan was evident in his words, “Caia, let me go.”

  Caia nodded subtly at Jae and Lucien slumped free. He straightened immediately and clamped a hand down on Caia’s shoulder. “Let her go.”

  Gazing up into his eyes, she saw pain and betrayal and sorrow. She wished she could take it all away from him. With a sympathetic nod Caia retracted her magik and Rose crumpled to the floor with a thud.

  The pack all turned on her, and their Alpha approached her like a hunter going in for the kill. She scrambled against the floor until her back pressed against the wall, her lips trembling, pathetic tears spilling down her pretty cheeks.

  “Please…” she whimpered.

  Lucien’s hands curled into fists. Caia knew how difficult this was for him. “As pack Alpha it is my prerogative to kill you for your act of betrayal against the pack and it’s Alpha’s mate.”

  A terrified sob ripped out of Rose.

  “But I’m not going to. You don’t deserve a quick death and I’m afraid that’s all I’d be capable of. No.” He glanced back at Caia and his eyes begged for forgiveness. For a moment he didn’t seem to be able to look anywhere else and Caia wanted to run to him and tell him it was OK… it was all over. She nodded to encourage him and his gaze moved to Vil. “I’m going to leave your judgement, Rose, to the Council.”

  The magik instantly understood and moved towards the female. She cried and shook but didn’t give him a struggle as he pulled her to her feet, clamping a hand on her upper arm.

  “Ryder, the Council know you. Go with Vil and explain, please.”

  His friend nodded and strode forward to take Rose’s other arm. The three of them disappeared.

  Unable to resist any longer, Caia crossed the room to Lucien and placed a comforting hand on his back. He turned into her. “I am so sorry, Caia.”

  “You couldn’t have known.”

  Jae snorted, “I always disliked the bitch.”

  Caia winced. “Not the time.”

  “Sorry.”

  She let Lucien hold her, ignoring the pack as they mumbled to one another about everything that had happened. So much had happened. So much was still to come. Wanting nothing more than to go back to Lucien’s room and lose herself in him, Caia drew back from him instead. She wouldn’t be allowed that luxury for now… perhaps ever. Her mate wanted no part in the war but she… she was a piece of it.

  She traced the annulet on her palm she had been trying to keep hidden from the pack and gestured for them to sit around the dining table.

  “I have to tell you what’s been going on,” she said wearily as she perched on the chair at the head of the table, trying to ignore Lucien’s burning gaze. She held up the palm with the annulet and they all frowned, mumbling queries.

  “What is that?” Lucien demanded.

  She locked gazes with him. “I told you I couldn’t kill the Septum. So I asked Reuben to let me meet the Cassandrian who said all of this was going to happen because of me. The P
rophet. I asked him if I killed Marita and the Coven made me Head of it, could I ask the gods to take the trace back. Both traces – Midnight and Daylight.”

  “Freeing us,” Lucien breathed, his eyes widening. “Caia, that’s brilliant.”

  She smiled wryly. “If only I had thought of it sooner, huh?”

  Then we wouldn’t be awkward with each other because I wouldn’t have lied to you and you wouldn’t have kicked me out of the pack.

  As usual he seemed to understand and covered her hand with his own, giving it a quick squeeze.

  “Anyway, he said the gods already knew what I wanted and he was waiting on their reply.”

  “You’re telling me this guy has a direct link to the gods?” Aidan asked astonished.

  Caia grinned ruefully. “Yup. And the gods have a funny sense of humour. They made me wait weeks for an answer.”

  Jaeden’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “But they said yes, right?”

  “They said yes.”

  A whoop rushed around the pack before she quietened them, laughing at their encouragement. “That’s all fine and dandy but it means this… this war isn’t over for me.” She couldn’t look at Lucien. “This annulet on my palm is part of a blood oath I took to the Council. I promised them that if they made me Head of the Coven I would complete the rite to the gods and have them take away the trace. If I don’t, all my powers will be given to the Council.”

  “What the hell kind of risk is that to take?” Magnus grumbled.

  “One I had to,” she insisted. “And now I have to go back to the Centre and finish this.”

  At their continued silence Caia finally managed to lift her gaze from the table top to look into Lucien’s face. His eyes told her he loved her, but his expression told her how torn he was. He had made a promise to the pack.

  And she understood that. As much as she didn’t want to.

  Magnus’ cough broke their eye contact and they looked over at uncle. He pinned them both with a stern stare. “Now look here, this stuff about protecting the pack from the war is nonsense. We’ve been in this war for a long time and we’re not getting out of it without every other supernatural on the planet getting out of it as well. And we will follow you, Lucien, no matter what. Look, Marion told me after she took Eliza to the Council and explained about her being alive and all that-”