Gemini Moon: Royal Moons
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Scents of Magic: Ariel- 0008
Chapter Eight
-Scents of Magic-
~Ariel~
There was more here than I knew. A stench of viscous evil permeated the room. None of the werewolves could smell it, the fools. Not Munin or Sofya, not the bodyguards of the Lady, not a single creature here. But I could detect that odious stench of pure, insane evil. Like inky smoke it burned the inside of my nostrils, scorched the inside of my mouth. Dark sorcery, dark and ancient and evil magic was coming to fruition here, all brought about by the mad dog.
That old, old one from the ancient days, kin slayer and monster, he moved here, somewhere. His face had changed since the last time he’d come, or even Valentine would’ve recognized him, after the battle fought on her wedding day between her Mate and the rabid beast. Only the half-creatures whelped by the immortal ones could do such a thing: change their face, their form, their age and everything except their scent. But it was the mad one’s scent that gave him away. The children, I could see, they’d caught his scent, and the scent of enchantment, though they may not have noticed that coy, cloying smell just yet.
And the blond bitch, the wolf girl who fancied herself the Princess’s rival… I could smell her too, and I cursed myself for my stupidity. I could smell it now, the scent of her lineage, of her blood, of her insanity. No wonder that child constantly pitted herself against Eryka- only someone so far gone into madness that black was white and the sun rose in the west would dare openly declare such a war against an Alpha female like the Princess. And I could see her now.
Arycha, the girl who had snuck into the Pack meeting and called out the vile accusation of blood against Valentine’s mate, stood beside her father, who growled at any adults who dared to even glance in question at the fifteen-year-old girl. She glanced around, constantly searching for Eryka or, even better, for Tyler laValian, the object of her lust. She was ready to do battle with the crown princess, and ready to cause trouble for the Lady.
And her father… I caught the scent of him, and I knew the new face of our returned enemy. This then, was the mad prince. This man, this werewolf masquerading as one of us, with his long dark hair and forest green eyes, similar to his old look, but his face so different. Now his face was chiseled with cruelty, and his eyes glittered with something akin to madness. He veiled his insanity well.
I glanced again at the children, wondering if they knew where their enemy hid among the hunters of the night. Kayli’s eyes were riveted upon the father of Arycha, and I could taste fire and smoke and ash in my mouth, almost overpowering. She needed to be more careful with her power, or he would know what she did this night. And if he knew, Kayli laValian was in grave danger. Almost as much danger as the princesses.
I turned my attention back to the stage, back to the Lady Valentine, and I saw a shadow about her, a strange shadow, and wondered just how much danger she herself was in. The mad one didn’t dare attack her, not yet, not this night, not for a while yet, or his road to power would crumble beneath him like old bones turned to powder. Yet that shadow… the shadow around the Queen was unnatural.
I had to keep silent awhile yet.
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-Scents of Magic-
~Ariel~
There was more here than I knew. A stench of viscous evil permeated the room. None of the werewolves could smell it, the fools. Not Munin or Sofya, not the bodyguards of the Lady, not a single creature here. But I could detect that odious stench of pure, insane evil. Like inky smoke it burned the inside of my nostrils, scorched the inside of my mouth. Dark sorcery, dark and ancient and evil magic was coming to fruition here, all brought about by the mad dog.
That old, old one from the ancient days, kin slayer and monster, he moved here, somewhere. His face had changed since the last time he’d come, or even Valentine would’ve recognized him, after the battle fought on her wedding day between her Mate and the rabid beast. Only the half-creatures whelped by the immortal ones could do such a thing: change their face, their form, their age and everything except their scent. But it was the mad one’s scent that gave him away. The children, I could see, they’d caught his scent, and the scent of enchantment, though they may not have noticed that coy, cloying smell just yet.
And the blond bitch, the wolf girl who fancied herself the Princess’s rival… I could smell her too, and I cursed myself for my stupidity. I could smell it now, the scent of her lineage, of her blood, of her insanity. No wonder that child constantly pitted herself against Eryka- only someone so far gone into madness that black was white and the sun rose in the west would dare openly declare such a war against an Alpha female like the Princess. And I could see her now.
Arycha, the girl who had snuck into the Pack meeting and called out the vile accusation of blood against Valentine’s mate, stood beside her father, who growled at any adults who dared to even glance in question at the fifteen-year-old girl. She glanced around, constantly searching for Eryka or, even better, for Tyler laValian, the object of her lust. She was ready to do battle with the crown princess, and ready to cause trouble for the Lady.
And her father… I caught the scent of him, and I knew the new face of our returned enemy. This then, was the mad prince. This man, this werewolf masquerading as one of us, with his long dark hair and forest green eyes, similar to his old look, but his face so different. Now his face was chiseled with cruelty, and his eyes glittered with something akin to madness. He veiled his insanity well.
I glanced again at the children, wondering if they knew where their enemy hid among the hunters of the night. Kayli’s eyes were riveted upon the father of Arycha, and I could taste fire and smoke and ash in my mouth, almost overpowering. She needed to be more careful with her power, or he would know what she did this night. And if he knew, Kayli laValian was in grave danger. Almost as much danger as the princesses.
I turned my attention back to the stage, back to the Lady Valentine, and I saw a shadow about her, a strange shadow, and wondered just how much danger she herself was in. The mad one didn’t dare attack her, not yet, not this night, not for a while yet, or his road to power would crumble beneath him like old bones turned to powder. Yet that shadow… the shadow around the Queen was unnatural.
I had to keep silent awhile yet.
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