The Seasons

Chapter 55

Micah had called another meeting two days later. It would explain why everyone was crammed into Blue and Warren’s home, with all the children in another room with Will babysitting them. Wing was standing in a corner with Cairo and Slaine beside him.

Wing stared at Sion, who was with the deity. He had started living with Slaine and Chaos, and he could see the anger oozing off Slaine. Maybe it wasn’t anger but jealousy? He snorted at his own thoughts; why would Slaine be jealous?

“Okay,” Micah said, clapping his hands to quieten the room. “We need to think about this from a different perspective. Something that can f*****g help us,” he looked around a little, a frown on his face. “I need a marker.”

Rosalyn returned to the kitchen with a black marker, which she threw to Micah, who just stared at it as it hit his chest and fell to the ground with a thud. Alexander leaned down and picked it up before handing it to him.

“Why didn’t you catch?” Rosalyn asked. “That was a really good throw too.” Micah stared blankly at her before smiling at his mate and turning to stare at the white wall behind him.

“Micah, don’t you f*****g dare,” Blue hissed. Micah ignored them and uncapped the lid before he began writing on their wall.

“My f*****g wall,” they hissed.

“It’s fine, Nibi,” Alexander said, waving his hand. “You can use magic and just poof it away. Micah’s on a roll, I think. Let him do this.”

After two minutes of silence, Slaine leaned in. “Do you think he’s lost his s**t?” he whispered.

“Absolutely,” Cairo replied.

Jasper pushed past a few people, a frown on his face as he stood before Slaine with Kevin and Atticus behind him. Slaine sighed as he turned to face him. “What’s up, Jasper?”

“You’re my best friend.”

“I am aware.”

“And I am yours.”

“Yes, Jasper, you are my best friend. We’ve had this conversation.”

“Okay, good. Just double checking; also, do you think Micah’s lost his s**t?”

“Definitely,” Slaine replied as he and Jasper both turned to look at Micah, who was muttering to himself as he continued to write on the wall.

Wing tried to focus on what Micah had written on the wall, but he was a little bit too aware of Cairo, who was standing next to him, and when he moved his hand, it brushed up against his cold one, and tingles ran down his spine. He hated how cliche it all felt. Really. The first person he had liked, and it had to be a vampire? It had to be his best friend’s father. Of course, because his life could never be f*****g simple.

“We need to think about this from a different perspective,” Micah said after he had whistled to get everyone to shut up again ten minutes later. “This is everything we have. Everything. The prophecy we got from that book. The ditch in which Wing was found and turned by Slaine. The nearby warehouse, and when we went, it was empty, but someone had been there.”

“Right,” Blue said, eyeing Micah’s handwriting all over their wall. “So, what of it?”

“So, we don’t know the first prophecy, or rather who it was based on. But we do know the second was Chaos coming to the ground, and that was around them and Slaine. Then we had Sion escape and Chaos, bringing them to Slaine. So, we’ve had two, and they have both linked to Chaos. There had to have been an indicator, the flash of heat for Chaos, and when Sion escaped, we had that small earthquake, so what had to have been the first one? So, think.”

Slaine frowned, crossing his arms over his chest. “Chaos,” he said. “They weren’t there. I remember. I was annoyed about them leaving for over a week, and they wouldn’t tell me s**t. This was before they fell. Like a week and a bit before they fell.”

Elizabeth frowned. “Is this when I found you in the bathroom?”

“Yes. Sort of, after that.”

All eyes landed on Chaos, who shifted under the eyes of everyone.

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