The Queen

chapter 2

Deep in her thoughts, Isabella stared out across the valley, her long hair whipping in the wind. Flashes of memories and vision plaguing her. Tomorrow she would travel to the packs territory for the first gathering of the supernatural races.

Sighing as she looked to the very spot, where 3 years ago she had saved Gabriel, her imortana, her immortal blood. She hadnt thought of offering the gift to another but when she had witnessed his spirit and courage, she had known she would offer it to him. Oh he wasnt her only imortana, she had given the gift of immortal blood to another wolf one hundred years ago.

Mikhail was her oldest friend, a strong alpha wolf whos pack was slaughted when he was 14. She had heard him that day just as she had heard Gabriel and she had raced to him never stopping to think. Only 12 years old, her parents had arrived only minutes later witnessing her first kill.

She hadn't changed him then, but a deep bond had formed and years later when Mikhail s wolf grew too dominate and the old alpha of the shadow pack stepped down, Isabella supported Mikhail as the new alpha and offered him the gift.

Her decision to give the gift to Mikhail was a decision she didn't regret, he was a good alpha, strong and loyal and his friendship was something she deeply cherished.

Smiling she turned to greet the man, whom she had been thinking about.
"The valley ripples with your unease Bella" he states, his eyes scanning her face.
"Whats wrong?" He asks gently
Looking out across the vast beauty of the valley they called home, she took a deep breath before she answered him.
"Blood will flow like rivers, flowers will wither and die, the rivers will no longer be clear and sweet and the skies" she paused and looked up " the skies will never see the light again" she answered turning back to him.

His face pales, " you have seen this?" He asks stepping closer to her.
She stares at him long and hard before she offers him the truth " if the supernatural races don't come together, if they don't stand united against the rogues then yes this is what will come to pass".

Understanding lights his eyes       " then we will make them see that we must stand together, they have already agreed to form a council, it will be hard, the supernatural races have isolated themselves for centuries. But since the mating of you parents, they no longer fight with each other as they once did. This is a good start" he said putting a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"Hmph what is this?" An amused voice asks " I'm slaving over a hot stove making you dinner and this is what is find? My best friend and my mate having a romance behind my back?"

They both turn to see Kayla, Mikhails mate standing there hands on her hips with a wide smile and twinkling eyes bright with humour.

"Huh"Isabella snorts "slaving over a hot stove! That would be a sight to see"
Mikhail sniggers and walk towards his mate, running a possessive hand down her long red hair. A action Isabella had seen him do many times over the years. She smiled as she watched the couple tease each, she could feel their love sweep across her, swirling and caressing, their auras bright and warm.

They made a beautiful pair, she mused, the tall, dark haired, beautiful man and the slim, gorgeous red head women. Everything about him screamed power, an alpha that bowed to no one but his queen. She had known him her whole life, had seen and felt his heartache at his parent's death, she had felt his joy and heard his laughter, but she had only ever saw him really  come alive when he had met his mate, Kayla.

It warmed her heart that her dearest friend had found eternity with the beautiful witch. Kayla was gorgeous and fiery, as was her nature, no longer the battered women who had come to Isabella. No the fire witch was so much more now, to rape a witch, especially one as strong as Kayla was a way to break her, to take away her power, her very soul.

A witch who is broken has no will to live, without her magic, she feels empty, broken. But the bastards hadn't broken Kayla, instead rage had consumed the witch and she burnt those men to ashes, before seeking refuge at Isabella's home.

She had been waiting at the gate of the estate for Kayla, Isabella's sight guiding her. She waited as Kayla had come staggering towards her battered, bleeding and naked, watched as she crumbled to her knees before her "my queen" she rasped
Soothing a hand across her matted hair, Isabella watched Kayla's eyes drift shut, " sleep my little fire witch" she hushed her voice melodic and soothing.

Gathering Kayla in her arms, she had carried her to the house. Kayla survived and Isabella knew it was because of Mikhail, oh it was Isabella who heeled her physical scars, but it was Mikhail that heeled the emotional ones.

Kayla had embraced her magic, Isabella had trained her personally and had witnessed with pride as Kayla fulfilled her destiny, becoming the lady of fire, the title given to the most powerful fire witch, Kayla stood as Isabella's high priestess of fire, high priestesses and high priests were the highest rank of witch after the queen.

Mikhail's deep laughter drew Isabella out of her thoughts, turning back to the pair, she descended deep sending her magic over the valley, knowing everyone in her territory would feel it, placing powerful protection spells over the ones already in place, satisfied her people would be safe she sent a mental call to her elite guard, the Dracul. "Meet me in the great hall" knowing they would obey she focused on Mikhail and Kayla

"Call the pack, we gather in the great hall, I want everyone there" she commanded