The Trinity

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AVERY

28 years old

I held the knife in my hand tightly to Alora’s throat. She wasn’t the first woman I would kill for the council, and she probably wouldn’t be the last either.

I owed everything to the council. The Trinity was the reason my father was dead. Beau, my younger brother, didn’t even remember our parents, but I did.

It’s amazing how much an 8 year old is capable of picking up on. Our father had been a mate to The Trinity before Noa. The Trinity always had 3 mates. The protector, the helper and the lover.

My father’s sign was the protector. I remembered he had a single circular birthmark above his heart. He’d met his one true mate after my mother, and left her along with Beau and I. Beau was only 3 at the time. It broke our mother’s heart, I was convinced in the end it’s what caused her to take her own life.

Then my father went and got himself killed protecting The Trinity. The council was able to capture and kill The Trinity shortly after, or so I read from their files. But here we were again. The Trinity in the flesh all over again. She had to be stopped. As soon as I was old enough to leave that s**t hole orphanage behind, I did. Leaving Beau with it. I never felt connected to him the way I thought a brother should. We were just too different.

I knew he was bisexual and that always rubbed me the wrong way. It was unnatural. Just like The f*****g Trinity. Beck, my former boss had taken me under his wing when I arrived here. He was a simple man from the water shifter tribe. He had lived with his wife, Ada and son, Adriel. He lived a double life.

Some of us left absolutely everything behind when we joined the council. While others still maintained a life on the outside. They were needed to gather intel and watch for signs of any elemental being The Trinity. We’d haul them in for testing if we thought they were a good possibility. Some were returned, others were killed in the process. It was all for the greater good of shifters.

If we didn’t keep going there weren’t going to be any elementals left. We once had numbers close to 35,000. Now less than 5,000 shifters remained worldwide from the intel we had gathered. At least our haystack had shrunk considerably.

It was getting easier and easier to find The Trinity with each new generation. And maybe I couldn’t kill her just yet, but I could take her mother and give her an idea of the pain she’d cause me and everyone else.

It was too bad Beck wasn’t around to see this moment. But I did what I had to do for the council. He’d gotten careless and let his kid find some very important details about The Trinity and other shifter tribes.

Beck hadn’t expected I’d be the one sneaking into his home to kill him and his family. I remember the surprised look on his face when I attacked him and his wife. His son hadn’t been home at the time of the attack. I discovered later he’d been with Noa.

I suspected he could be her mate. Hmmm but which one? Hard to say, I’d never been able to locate him. He went missing the night his parents died.

I’d left some misleading evidence on his mother. We’d been looking for him for 3 years. He needed to be inspected and tested. I was sure I’d find the tell tale birthmark on him as well.

“Please. You don’t have to do this. Just let her go. You have me and that’s what you want.” Noa’s whiny pleading pulled me from my thoughts.

Why did these elementals think ‘oh please don’t ’ was going to work? They all said the same thing in situations like this. It really was growing predictively boring.

I held the knife a little tighter. A small drop of blood dripped onto the blade. “It’s time Noa. Time you get a taste of what the real world can be like sometimes. The Trinity should know all about causing pain, but how about enduring it? Are you any good at that?” I said to her, pressing the knife a little harder. More blood was coming down the blade.

I smiled.

Noa’s eyes went wide at the sight of her mother’s blood. “Fine. You want to see what I’m good at? Let me show you what you’ve been dying to see, Avery.” The irises of her eyes glowed deep red as she spoke the last sentence. Finally. There she was, coming to the surface.

The Trinity.