Page 92 of Black Onyx
“I’m going to take him home now. I’ll be back.” I say and then reach forward, to touch the surprisingly soft fur of the Void beast and call my magic forward at the same time to take us into the Void.
I don’t bother waiting for the guys to respond because I don’t want any of them to try and come with me. For now, the beast is being compliant and even apologetic to a certain degree with me, but I have no idea how he would react if any of the others come near us, and I am not risking any of them. The beast may be a victim of circumstance and have suffered abuse in our realm, but if he kills one of mine, then I will not hesitate to kill him, and I do not want that to become an option.
“Wait!” I hear Loki yell, but it's too late. My magic wraps around the Void beast and me and pulls us into the familiar embrace of the Void.
My Void vision, as I’m now calling it, activates, and I’m surprised when I can see the Void better than I have ever been able to. Maybe it’s because I now know that it is actually a Realm and not just something I can travel through, and now I have that knowledge, I’ve been granted the gift to see it more thoroughly.
The landscape is truly unique, I thought everything would just be black and grey, but I couldn’t be more wrong. The plants and trees that we’re surrounded by are burgundies, mustard yellow, deep purple and navy, all dark and rich colours that paint a stunning landscape.
“I cannot thank you enough,” a booming voice makes me jump, and I turn to look at the Void beast, the only creature it could’ve come from, sure my face is showing my shock.
“Was that you?” I ask.
“Yes. I can talk here. I can’t talk in the Fae Realm.” He explains and then bows his head, his eyes sad. “I am so very sorry for what I did to your mate, and I thank you not only for bringing me here but also for granting me the lenience that I do not deserve.”
I decide not to correct him in regard to the mate thing. I did, after all, call Storm mine. “You’re welcome. Everyone deserves a second chance, and I can’t imagine how frightening it must’ve been to find yourself in the Fae Realm.”
He nods again, and howls start sounding through the surrounding forest. Suddenly I find myself surrounded by similar beasts, I remain ready in case they decide to attack, but a small bundle comes charging towards the beast I brought back.
“Daddy!” I hear him call out just before it crashes into his father, and my lips stretch into a broad smile. It’s the cutest fucking thing.
I’m now even more glad that we brought him home instead of killing him; he didn’t deserve that.
“Thank you for bringing him home safe,” a female voice sounds in my head, and I nod.
Watching as they all start to walk away, I’m surprised when there’s a sound of shock before all eight of them, even the pups, turn back to me and drop to their front legs, all bowing their heads. I have no idea how to react and stand in shock until they rise again and all disappear through the forest so that only the beast I brought back is left.
“My name is, Laikynn. I have a feeling we will meet again very soon, Bellator Regina,” he says, with a knowing glint in his eye before he disappears completely.
Why do things keep saying mysterious shit and then disappearing on me before I can ask any of the questions that I’m clearly going to have? I allow my magic to surround me and then step back out of the Void, I need to know they’re all okay, but Storm especially, I nearly lost him.
As soon as I step back into the cavern, I slam my eyes shut, blinking rapidly as my eyes tear up from the sharp sting of the light. I feel magic wash away from my eyes, and I cautiously open them again, grateful when the light doesn’t burn them anymore. Surprisingly there’s only one more witch light in here than there was before, just enough to light the cavern up better.
The horses seem to have made their way down into the cavern, clearly having realised that the fight is over and most likely fed up with being stuck in the tight tunnel leading here. My eyes skip past them and land on the guys, they are all relatively okay, and Storm is even standing up, which means that Loki has worked his magic on him. Relief colours their features as they realise that I’m back, but I have a singular focus on Storm.
My steps are purposeful as I walk straight up to him. At the last second, I change my mind and decide that he needs to be on the same level as me for the conversation, so I jump. His eyes go wide, but he doesn’t hesitate to catch me. My legs go around his waist as his hands go under my arse to keep me up. Surprisingly the others stay absolutely silent.
“Let your wings out,” I demand.
“Farren, I know they remind you of something bad, and I never want to be the reason that you are triggered again. I will regret that for the rest of my life.” He says roughly.
I grit my teeth. My emotions are running pretty fucking high, thanks to the absolute fear of nearly losing him and the fact that it was my fucking fault; I was almost the reason he died, and I am not fucking okay with that.
“Open. Your. Wings.” I growl.
The muscle in his jaw ticks at my tone, “No.”
“Oh shit,” I hear someone mutter.
Irrational anger starts to grow, “Fucking open them.”
“Fuck you,” Storm growls back, his eyes flashing along with his horns.
“Bitch,” I hiss back.
“Erm Farren,” someone tries to interrupt, and I completely blank them. This is fucking important.
His wings suddenly shoot from his back, arching wide, and I wait for the fear that would usually come at the sight of them, especially since he’s angry, but there’s nothing, just awe and an overwhelming need to touch them.
