(One who Remembers POV)
I heard Ice tell me they were here walking out on the back porch, I seen eight southern wolves. I had contacted my first love's family. They were a very hidden group of wolves that had only surface about 50 years ago to me. Even then I did not know their origins. I knew Leto said they were not hers, nor did any of the Gods or Goddesses claim their creation. They were massively strong, their power unmatched by most demigods. They were loyal to me I knew that. But, I also knew I was gambling fate should one if these wolves click with Lia.
Ice came up to sit next to me, much like her great great grandmother she was. Vicious to those who would hurt me, sweet and kind to those who we cared about. Willing to do things not many others wanted to do. All in the name of love. "Joe, step forward." I heard her say.
I watched a large young wolf step forward. He bowed to me. "I am honored to answer your call My Lady." He looked up with warm amber colored eyes. All Southern wolves had that color. varying only slightly in shade. His were light very very light.
"You have something else in you." I annouced.
I heard him smile as he said, "I do, my mother was not wolf. She was royal dragon line." His eyes flashed a brilliant white.
I was even surprised by this. A southern wolf and a Dracoian? Why would they send me him? I would talk to Carlos later. "Royal line?" I raised my brow at him.
"Yes, she was not a changer, her blood tainted by what they said was low born. Early 1800's the line started as a male dragon time jumped from being chased because of who he loved. He started a series of events that created me. Our dragon powers only come to the surface during great need. Or when crossed on an ancient line. Then we gain various powers depending on our genetic code." He sat as I noticed so did the others.
"I am curious, who was your grandmother?" I could sense something in him familiar.
"Mercedes." He replied.
I sucked in a breath, she was the only other dragon changer I met. I fought by her side in the earlier war that occured here. She was a seer, but much like a warrior monk she could battle like none other. Always a great help. I had not realized she had gone south with the wolves. "How long ago did she depart to spirit?" I asked humbled and sad.
"She still roams, her love passed causing her to dwell deep within our mother. She still lives and teaches her ways." I could hear care in his words.
"It is good she still is here." I had seen so many leave this world. Being old a gift but always on the heels of loss and sadness. "Then she trained you in battle?" I looked back at him.
"Yes My Lady." He nodded.
I nodded my approval, "there is a house to the south of here. Near my great great granddaughters place. You will be protecting both her grounds and places here my protections can't." I needed to get back to other bits. I need time in my thoughts of the past.
"That was the smell we followed of the shadow kill?" He asked.
"Yes, these two soul mates were not trained. I did not know she was a changer until recently. Lada the brown wolf informed me Leto had chosen her." Something in me eyed this young male.
"I seen your great, great grandaughter. She has an aura much like yours. Faced us on the back of a buckskin stallion." He mentioned.
I laughed, my fangs out in plain sight. Years of keeping them hidden to avoid much after my magic had been awoken. "Sounds like someone else I know." Flash backs to the war when I rode my fjord stallion everywhere, shooting pistols and arrows during one of the worst battles in history. So many lives lost that day. Looking back at him, "she has not been trained nor has her wolf awoken fully. Keep an eye for the shadows they have killed near soul mate and he captured a pooka who was killing his friends." I nodded to them all and turned. So many memories of long ago. At least Mercedes was still alive. I walked back into my home. I needed to sit and remember past events. Give thanks to those who were gone.