Her Mortal Mate

****This is the second book in the Knight Necromancers Series. Each book can be read as a stand alone story, so you do not have to read previous books in order to understand the events, plot and storyline of each individual book. As a note, however, this book is based off of the main characters from my first book "His Luna Warrior" and is a continuation of their story. To understand their relationship dynamic in its entirety, I would suggest reading it first. It is PTR only at the moment. Thank you all for your support and for giving my stories a chance. Happy reading! :) -JIF LEW **** Jadea My life had never been easy. I'd been abused and abandoned by my parents at the tender age of six. They hated me because I expressed traits they deemed undesirable. They took away my ability to have children. Stripped me of rights they had no reason of taking from me. And then they tossed me out into the middle of the wilderness to die. I was lucky Lucien found me. Otherwise, I might have fallen into darkness. But my one true idol in life came a few short years later when a different kind of darkness covered the whole immortal world. They came like a storm in the night. The purebloods, led by Victor, a crazed vampire hell bent on destroying the immortal half breeds because of their uniqueness and unpredictable internal clock that could turn them into the stuff of nightmares. By his side stood a fallen archangel: Camael. They, along with a small army, swooped into our home and forcefully took the half breed werewolves from my father's pack. Wolves who had mates. Wolves who weren't a threat. Wolves who were our family. Wolves who had done nothing to incite the ire of the council. Yet here they were. They threatened the others--the pureblooded wolves--saying if they did not allow this to happen, we would be taken with them. They couldn't afford any sympathizers because sympathizers bred weakness. Sympathizers would bend the rules and harbor half breeds. They gave the ultimatum: "You choose them, or us," Victor snarled as rain dripped down his face. The storm which raged over the land was vicious, just like the evil that had descended upon us that night. I remember this moment very vividly, because it was the first time I saw who my father truly was. I saw Lucien for the kind of soul he was. And I admired him and loved him more for it, though at the time I hadn't understood the entire weight of his choices and sacrifices. All I had known in those moments was unease. As a child, it was hard to grasp the weight of such decisions and goings on. My father stood tall against their tyranny and declared he would stand with his packmates, with those half breeds they had taken because they hadn't done anything wrong. They were being singled out only because they were different and the immortal council always seemed to find fault in those who were different. He told the rest of his pack they could choose their fates, but he wouldn't abandon the ones who were being detained. My father's pack decided to stand with him, and to back his choices because they loved him and they loved one another. His pack was so tightly knit, they considered themselves family. They cared for one another like family. Teased like family. Loved like family. He was a good alpha. A great one to many, in my opinion. And so, we had all been taken against our will to a specific place in hell where we were told we would be 'detained' for the rest of our lives. No one told us that our detainment was going to be forcefully cut short. That we wouldn't be living out the rest of our lives in some walled off space to see old age. No. The immortal half breeds were being killed by the hundreds, thrown into a fiery pit of death. Since Lucien was the alpha of the famous hunting pack, Victor made sure we were in a cell where we could witness every single innocent life that was lost to the fiery pits of hell in that horrible, terrifying place. We had all been lied to. I remember my mother crying, holding my brother and I close, trying to shield us from the horrifying sights. But the screams and cries couldn't be drowned out. I remember my father apologizing to her, to all of us, for not protecting us like he should have. But this wasn't his fault. This had been Victor's fault. Camael's fault. And I remember saying as much to him, even though I didn’t understand the situation in its entirety. I remember the look of love and adoration cross his despondent gaze and he held me close, held me tight. And even though he never said it aloud, I knew he loved me, even though he hadn’t known me long. Even though I wasn’t his by blood. I knew I had gained a certain respect from him and his pack at that very moment in time. Time. It had been irrelevant in that terrifying place. We didn't know when our turn would come. All we knew, was that at some point we would be taken and thrown into the fiery pit in the very center of that malevolent cavern while the demons danced around celebrating our suffering and sacrifice. After what seemed like an eternity, the fiery pit was closed and a pain filled darkness descended. With the heat gone, the cavern became cold rather quickly. My brother huddled close to our mother while I nestled safely against Lucien’s chest. Held so close and safe, I was able to forget for a moment the horrors I'd seen and heard. And for a brief moment, I lost myself to sleep. It could have been hours. It could have been days. The darkness was relentless, timeless. I was woken when my father stirred. He set me aside and slowly walked to the bars to stare out of the cell as a blue glow lit the area. I couldn't contain my curiosity. I joined him, taking his hand as we watched from the darkness blue figures rising and stepping out from the tendrils of mist that were suddenly blurring the bottom of the cavern. The others stood up and huddled around the bars to watch on in awe while those blue figures rose from the ash and met the demons who came to slay them. As the demons' blades tried to strike them down, their swords glided right through the blue, ghostly figures. I gasped when I realized they were just visions. Nothing more but air. Yet, every time a demon tried to cut one of the ghostly figures down, the demon was slain instead. What kind of ghostly terrors were these? Where none could be killed, yet they were alive enough to kill. My father must have seen something because he quickly turned to everyone in the cell and started quietly barking orders. As he was talking, I searched the darkness, wondering what he had seen. And then I saw them. The blue visions were a large distraction to draw and hold the demons attention at the cavern's apex, while other dark figures worked quickly to save the remaining occupants being held. Cells were opened and the occupants were teleported away. "Quickly, take each other's hands," my father ordered. "They are teleporting everyone out of here. If we are ready, they might be able to save more." “Who?” Ty, my brother asked eagerly looking into the darkness. “It has to be the archangels,” my mother said wistfully. My respect for my father grew tenfold in that moment as he tried to get us ready. While he was looking out for us, he was also trying to ensure the safety and rescue of others in that place. Of ensuring the safety of complete strangers. Before anyone got to our cell, a different figure rose from the mist as an elder demon descended on the madness. I gaped when I saw the woman rise above the fog, tendrils of it clinging to her. She was also a demoness, a fierce creature of darkness and light. Her coloration wasn't something I'd ever seen before on any immortal. Her wings near the base were white, then transitioned to blond, brown and then black. Her face was covered by a black skull, horned mask. It looked to be some kind of African deer. Her real horns curled out and around her face like a big horned sheep's while the ones on the mask twisted straight into the air. She looked fierce. She looked like some kind of warrior queen. She was dressed in leather armor and donned an archangel's sword. There had only been a handful of immortals strong enough to wield an archangels sword. Which meant she had passed the test. She met the demon lord head on, not caring that there were dozens of other lesser demons congregating on her. The blue ghostly figures dissipated right before a real live dragon morphed from the blue tinged mist. Gasps in the cell were heard. There had only ever been whispers of these creatures ever existing. We all knew of their fate, having been killed by the archangels because of what they had done. The two mystical creatures worked together to kill the onslaught of demons. While we were all staring on in awe, our cell was thrown open and a hooded figure came charging in, barking orders for all of us to take each others hands. Whoever it was, wasn’t an archangel. He looked more like a demon but it was hard to tell. We were already ready to go though. The hooded figure quickly noticed and stopped. He then started to explain what he was going to do. His voice disappeared in the background the instant I saw my father go charging out of the cell, shifting into his wolf form. I broke away from my mother and brother and ran out after him, my heart in my throat. I heard their shouts and screams to stop, but I just couldn't. What on earth was he doing? And that's when he saved the demonic angel. Demons had overrun her, had taken her down to her knees and were holding her still before the demon lord. My father lunged in right at the last moment, right when the demon lord's blade was about to skewer her, and took him to the ground. And just like that, his pack followed him. Wolves were rushing past me, teeth sinking into the unsuspecting demons necks. Tearing them apart limb from limb, all wanting their own revenge for the atrocities they’d seen. It had given the dark angel enough time to regain her sword and slay the demon lord and destroy his talisman so he couldn't regenerate again. In the aftermath, she introduced herself as Eidolon. Later, we would learn that was an alias name. Her true name was Constance, and she was The Phoenix. The one who was picked by the fates to save us all from the evil that was Victor and Camael. It was in that moment, when she turned and humbly thanked my father and embraced him as her own, that she became my idol.