Not one of them make small talk, letting me know these men are trained to protect someone. Someone very important to them, in so much danger that they are hidden from the world and surrounded by highly trained people. The door is opened by a man dressed as a butler. They hold me in place, in front of the massive stairway. I look around in awe, the place is decorated beautifully, everything looks delicate and old. "Who are you and how do you know the code to enter my home?" an older lady asks as she makes her way down the stairway.
"You gave me that code you old hag." Lexa hisses and I curse her timing, I wish I could pull the words back inside my mouth and down my throat. She takes full control and whatever they had tied my hands with falls to the ground melted. She elbows the guy behind us in his gut making him bend automatically wheezing without air, she grabs his head, knees his nose breaking it and knocking him out. She fists our hand and throws a punch to the throat to the guy that reached out to hold us making him back away chocking.
She quickly takes ahold of the rifle aimed for our head to knock us out, she pushes it back roughly towards the guys nose breaking it and taking it out of his hands throwing it away from us. The lady starts clapping and laughing looking deranged. I narrow my eyes at her, I think we need to call the looney bin, a patient of theirs escaped. "Cassandra…" she snorts un lady like and shakes her head frowning. "Who would have thought. Of all the shifters that could have been re-born it had to be you." She snarks shaking her head in disappointment.
"Who is Cassandra and what the heck did you do to the crazy lady?" I ask Lexa confused looking at their interaction. "Cassandra was my last hosts name; her daughter and my last host were best friends since they were babies. Unlike us, her daughter dreamed of the day she would have a mate. So, it wasn't a surprise to anyone when she accepted a marriage proposal one year after our arrival to this country. She mated with the male and was killed by his true mate. While carrying their heir and the next generation." She responded.
Okay, that still doesn't answer my question. "She was supposedly going to meet with me when she was killed. Her mother found her ripped to pieces in the woods by her home but no signs of the life she carried." She whispers sadly. Okay, now I get it. I would hate my guts too. I sigh, "Why did you bring me here? Why come here when you know she hates you? She won't help us." I say. I sure as heck wouldn't help someone who I think killed my child. "How do you know it was the true mate?" I ask curious.
"Her scent was everywhere, and her DNA was under Amairahs claws." She answers. I scratch my head waiting for the lady to stop walking and murmuring to herself. There's a small table with two chairs by the door we just entered from. I walk towards the chairs and sit. The guards look at each other uncomfortably not liking to be in this situation. I think the lady never had a meltdown of this magnitude. Our arrival put things upside down for them.
The lady stops moving and breathes in, "What do you want Cassandra?" she finally asks fisting her hands by her side and turning her glowing silver eyes to me. I gasp, "You're a shifter." I whisper in shock and take a breath of relief. That's why she brought me here, "I thought you said we were slaughtered or something like that." I say to Lexa. "I need you to train my new host and its Analiah now." She answers and we hear the boisterous laugh of the lady.
"You have lost your ever-loving mind." She roars in anger, her eyes glow brighter and fur starts to protrude through her skin. "We need your help Amara… you're the last elder of our people." Lexa begs for her to understand but all I see is the anger in Amara's eyes grow deeper. The wound provoked by her daughters' murder runs deep and she made up her mind about who to blame. Her roars came louder every time Lexa tried to reason with her, her cry is full of despair and anguish.
She hasn't accepted her daughter's death. "You're making things worse." I reason with Lexa, "Feel her pain Nahlexa, put yourself in her shoes. She won't help us, not now at least let's leave." I whisper. Amara's roars soon become whines and cries of pain. "How long ago did your last host die?" I ask Nahlexa. I feel her stop on her spot in shock, yeah, I didn't even expect to ask that question so soon, but I need to know if we can push a little more or drop it.
"One year and three weeks." She whispers lowly and relinquishing control little by little. "How long ago before that, was her daughter killed?" I ask and I hear Lexas soft whines. "One year." She answers. So, if the child survived, they would be two years old now. I push Lexa back softly, "I'm sorry for your loss, I'll take my leave." I say to Amara and walk towards the door. "How old are you kid?" Amara asks. "Sixteen." I answer and close the door behind me.
"Where are we going to go." I ask Lexa but she doesn't answer me. I can feel her pain from me opening old wounds and her frustration with Amara. I can feel how much it really hurt her to speak to her, to ask for her help knowing there is water under that bridge. She just wanted me to have the best teacher I could have, "Lexa you need to back off, if you keep insisting, she won't help us. Let her cool off, then maybe she might come around." I say as I crank the truck to life and peel off down the road we came.