Drantos(64)

Lord Abotorus, Aveoth’s father, had been a full-blooded Gargoyle, and he never would have willingly allowed his son’s friendship to bloom with any VampLycans. Their clans might have had to forge an alliance but he hadn’t been happy about it. It was acceptable to take one as a lover but the old bastard had seemed to view them as servants. He tolerated Lycans since they needed them to have children. It was part of the deal though that they had to live in peace near the VampLycans. Old thinking made some of the Gargoyles wary of anyone with Vampire blood running in their veins.

The son had defied his father’s wishes by hanging out with Drantos and his brother. Aveoth would meet him and Kraven near the river that divided their clan lands. He smiled as memories of those times flashed. Aveoth could fly and it had fascinated them, seeing his large wings when he landed. He’d shown them what he looked like transformed into his solid Gargoyle shape and had even taken them for a few flights.

In return, they’d taught him how to use the Lycan traits his father demanded he ignore. They hunted in the woods, fished in the river, and shared their fighting skills. They’d mused about a future where Aveoth would strengthen the bonds between their clans once his father stepped down and he took his place. They wouldn’t have to meet in secret anymore, worried about Aveoth being punished if Lord Abotorus discovered who his son spent his time with. He and Kraven had grown to look upon Aveoth as if he were another brother. They’d been that close.

The warmth inside Drantos faded. Lord Abotorus hadn’t stepped down but instead had been challenged to the death by his own son. Aveoth had won. All those years they’d spent together seemed to have been a mockery when Aveoth cut all ties to the brothers. It had left him and Kraven confused and, worse, hurt. The boy they’d bonded with had grown into a man who’d turned his back on them. They hadn’t seen that coming.

Over sixty years had passed, and not a single word from Aveoth. No explanation or apology for just walking away from them. Kraven had wanted to travel to the cliffs the GarLycans called home to speak to him but Drantos had too much pride. He’d always talked him out of it. Aveoth obviously wanted nothing to do with them. They shouldn’t have to ask for his audience and admit he’d caused them grief. He was just another clan leader who shunned others.

Drantos hated to admit it, but in his mind, Aveoth had become somewhat like Decker.

Not that bad, he amended. Aveoth had never attacked any of the clans. He’d kept the alliances in place, his people sticking to their territory. He’d send one of his enforcers to share information if they knew of a threat in the area, and they did the same.

Decker, on the other hand, never gave warnings. They wouldn’t have known Decker had sent for two women from California if it weren’t for a few trusted spies in the VampLycan’s clan. The spy who’d told them about the women hadn’t had many details to share, not even their names, but he’d said Decker bragged to all that their arrival meant big changes were coming. That was never good.

Drantos and Kraven had volunteered to seek out and eliminate the threat. They hadn’t been sure what to expect. All that was certain was they weren’t Vampires. Decker hated Vamps and the flight was scheduled for daylight hours. Drantos had thought the women might be Lycan representatives, and Decker had planned to form an alliance with their packs, in order to attack the clans.#p#分页标题#e#

Kraven hadn’t cared who they were. He’d just wanted the threat to end. It had been confusing when they’d boarded the plane full of humans. They'd gone to Anchorage to scope out the passengers and figure out how to deal with the threat before the smaller plane landed. They'd grabbed a few drinks, then boarded the flight.

Kraven had leaned into him, whispering, “Shit. Do you think he’s going to form an alliance with humans? Maybe the military? Would he nuke our clans to just wipe us out completely?”

Drantos had disagreed. “He’d destroy the land he wants. And he can’t take over the clans if no one survives. It would also cause issues with Vampires and Lycans. They’d all be terrified the humans would target them when the truth of their existence is revealed. Decker hates humans more than he does us. He’s insane but not stupid.” He’d scanned the passengers. “There’re two young women traveling together. They might be the ones. He can control their minds and force them to his will.” He’d glanced at the two blondes a few rows up and over.

“Them?” Kraven scowled. “They look about as dangerous as baby bunnies. What in the hell could he use them for?”