Fairy Dust & Werewolf Lust

Chapter 14

Supernatural History Lesson

Zeke

Alpha Lennox and our Luna will be home in 2 days. I have enlisted Gamma Donavan to help with the Luna ceremony preparations. He is usually galavanting around the world, meeting with packs in different countries, signing peace treaties and making trade deals. But since his mate, my little sister, Violette, is due any day now with their first pup, they are home for a while. It’s nice having them home.

I’ll never admit it to my sister, but I’m very excited to be an uncle, and I’ve missed having her around the pack house the past 4 years.

She is one of the lucky ones that met her mate the day she turned 17. She walked out onto the back patio to make her entrance at her birthday party and Donavan knocked over an omega carrying a drink tray trying to get to her. I’m truly happy for them. Violette always had a crush on Donavan as kids. She would deny it, but I knew. She started traveling with him soon after and has barely been home apart from holidays and pack events. I haven’t seen her since before she was showing. So seeing her waddle into my office with her stomach out in front, I can’t help but smile.

Donavan hurries to help her sit on the couch in my office and props her feet up on the ottoman. Seeing him care for her so well gives me piece of mind. Donavan is a good man, a great wolf, and is going to be an amazing father to my little niece or nephew.

“You look beautiful Vi.” I kiss her forehead.

“Well, I feel like crap. You better be satisfied with one pup, honey, cuz this uterus is closed for business as soon as this precious pup makes its appearance.”

She winces and places her hand on her bump. My eyes widened and I glance at Donavan.

“Pup has been kicking her pretty hard the last couple days. Strong little guy.”

“Or girl!” Violette says through gritted teeth.

He smiles at her as he gently rubs her belly. Everyone around me is in love…And speaking of love.

“So, do we serve chicken or beef at the Luna ceremony? I need to get the menu to Donna before she kills me. I know I’m Beta, but, she scares me a little.”

We all laugh. Donna Hughes is 65, with short gray hair and quite short for a wolf, about 5’7”, but she is not a wolf you want to anger. Maybe it is just us though, Donna has been the head pack house cook since we were born. She may be both small and an omega but she has helped raise those of us that grew up in the pack house, with her amazing food, and the midnight snacks that she disguised as therapy sessions. The way I have been moping around the pack house this week, I’m sure I should be expecting to smell oatmeal cookies baking tonight. She always makes our favorite, to lure us to the kitchen. We love and respect her like we would a grandmother.

“Let Donna make the menu, it will be amazing, as always, no matter what she cooks. Have you set up an appointment with Glenda so the Luna can find a dress?”

“Appointment? Since when do you need an appointment to go shopping?”

I have no idea what or who my sister is talking about. But she is not impressed with my answer, judging by the dramatic eye roll and sigh.

“I’ll handle it, you boys just make sure everyone who is supposed to be here gets here. What pack is she from? Do we need to send a car for her family?”

“Umm. She doesn’t have any family coming. I’m gonna go down and let Donna know she is in charge of dinner, thanks for your help sis.”

I can see Violette is confused and wants more information, but Alpha said, no one is to know anything until Everlee is ready to tell them. But based on our last conversation, it won’t be long. The pack is going to notice that our Luna has blue skin and wings. I have to admit, I’m quite excited to see her in her true form. From what Lennox has told me, it’s a sight to behold. A fairy, our Luna is a fairy!

Lennox

“The Great War started around 500 years ago. The witch covens and troll tribes from all over the world, banded together and decided that they were going to climb to the top of the supernatural hierarchy. The problem was, the only way they could have a chance at overpowering every kind of supernatural being, was to possess enough fairy dust, to give them the power they needed.”

“I don’t get it, what good is fairy dust to a troll? Witches, I understand, fairy dust is a magical substance, they could use it to amplify their own magic, but a troll? Also, trolls exist?! Like, get off my bridge, ugly green, wart covered trolls?!”

I laugh.

“Yes, they exist, although I don’t believe many live under bridges anymore. Mostly they live in small mountain towns away from others. They don’t look so obvious though. Their skin has a green tint to it, but it’s easily covered by makeup. Most of them are heavily tattooed to hide their skin pigment and I’m honestly not sure about the warts. They are strong creatures, but not too bright. All Braun, no brain, ya know? So it was easy for the witches to use them as dumb muscle to do the heavy lifting. Especially since a small sip of a fairy dust cocktail and they become damn near indestructible. So the witches dosed them with fairy dust and convinced them to attack fairy villages. It started in Denmark, and reached Germany before werewolves got involved.”

She is staring at me like I have three heads. This is obviously her first supernatural history lesson.

“Okay… so what exactly did they do to the fairies? Did they kidnap them? They couldn’t just kill them, fairy dust goes dormant when the host is dead. It would be useless to them”

There is no easy way to break this to her.

“They captured them and put them in camps. Moving them very far wasn’t practical back then. So they tied them up and bled them slowly, making sure to keep them alive as long as possible. They made a fresh batch to feed their troll warriors and strengthen themselves for the next village. Once they had enough to move on to the next village, they attached hundreds of leeches to the remaining fairies and allowed them to bleed them dry. The leeches were able to fulfill the necessary living host component long enough to be stored and used later. Until they could figure out a way to extract the fairy dust long term and store it. But the leeches deteriorated quickly with fairy dust inside them. The witches had a couple days to a week at best to use the dust before the leech could no longer survive, magic needs a magic host to survive. It took a few months, but they figured it out. They poisoned the water sources surrounding the Fae villages with a potion that would put them into a frozen state. Not dead, but not alive, and completely defenseless. Because the best way to store the fairy dust, is in a fairy. They were hidden away in the troll caves. It took a couple hundred years, but as the witches ran out of fairy dust, they were no longer powerful enough to keep their spot at the top of the supernatural food chain.”

Her eyes are full of tears, she is fighting to hold them back.

“I knew it had to have been bad, but…”

She covers her face with her hands.

“Keep going. I need to know everything.”

I sigh.

“Are you sure, Love? We can take a break.”

She looks up at me and I feel a wave of anger surge through our bond.

“A BREAK?! Lennox, the Fae have been on “a break” from reality for 500 years! All because some witches on a power trip decided to drain them, AND THEY RAN AND HID! WHY?! I know we don’t have violent tendencies, using our magic for harm just isn’t something we do. BUT THEY WERE DYING! They LET the witches wipe them out! They could have protected themselves! They SHOULD have protected themselves! It’s no wonder they don’t teach this in Fae territory! They always hated when I asked questions, The elders made the others believe I was a bad influence so they didn’t have to answer my questions, so I didn’t make the others start questioning things, so they weren’t forced to tell the truth and allow us to make decisions for ourselves! Generations of fairies have no idea this war ever happened! Why?! Why are they hiding all this?”

She begins sobbing uncontrollably, her body shaking with rage. I step toward her and wrap her up in my arms. No words are necessary. Nothing I can say will help. What I can do is hold her and let my touch comfort her through our bond. Suddenly I realize, she is hot. Normally Everlee is ice cold to the touch, but right now she is boiling. I’m betting if I weren’t a wolf, I couldn’t touch her. She cooled down the longer I held her, maybe it’s another Fae thing I don’t know about.