Dr. Luna
Demon War: Rise of the Alpha Chapter 34

Freya stood at the edge of the forest. The mist was fading as she looked out into the open grassy knol in front of her. It was almost like the two connecting areas were worlds apart and not just the few feet of difference that it was. She turned to thank Jester as he was walking away and froze. Her eyes widened. A white orb with a sinister face floated before her. It made no sound. No sound at all. The white orb swayed back and forth in front of her.

Jester turned his head to look back at Freya. He saw the glowing white orb only a foot away from the auburn haired girl. With his lightning vampire speed, he flashed in between her and the orb. He held out his hand protectively as he faced off with it. "What in the world..." He quickly reached into his belt and drew out a silver dagger. "What are you? You are not the Shriek To his surprise the face on the orb responded to him. The transparent eyes pinned its gaze upon him. It sneered at the glowing dagger that was being held in front of it. "What is it that you are after? The Shriek seeks those who fear death... what are you seeking?" Jester said this to himself not expecting an answer from the orb.

"Love." An airy voice hissed from the orb as it swayed back and forth.

"Shit." Jester set his jaw and held a steadfast gaze on the orb. The dagger was only something that could ward off the entity. It wouldn't be able to kill him but could knock him unconscious. Love was something both him and Freya couldn't deny. And this orb was not mindless. It was clever. He could tell by the way it analyzed the situation.

"Freya, you need to run. I'll hold it off." Jester didn't spare her a glance. He was focusing on the menacing energy in front of him.

Freya shook her head. "I can't leave you like this."

Jester chuckled. "Who is this girl speaking? The huntress I know wouldn't have hesitated to sacrifice someone else." His eyes twinkled with amusement as a warmth crept into his heart. She really was a different person. "It's not like this thing will kill me." "You don't know that. We don't know anything about it. We can outrun it. Come with me." Freya couldn't possibly leave him there. She couldn't live with that kind of regret on her hands.

The orb bounced around. The white light around it began to grow dark as it radiated bigger. "No escape. No escape." The airy voice hissed out.

Jester took a step backwards as the energy morphed colors. The color changed into an airy black smoke. The middle was a dark solid color while the outer was made up of black smokey tails. The eyes had turned red, and they glowered over the two people in front of it. It bobbed from side to side almost mocking them. Taunting them to run. Suddenly it darted forward. Jester turned and wrapped Freya in his arms protectively. Maybe... just maybe he could at least shield her. The two of them squeezed their eyes shut as they braced for impact.

A scorching heat radiated near Jester's back. There was no impact though. He opened his eyes and turned his head. A white flame completely overtook the dark entity. Him and Freya looked to see a snow-colored dragon breathing out a white fire. The fire overtook the darkness. The flame sizzled against their skin at the close proximity to it. They both took another step away as they watched the darkness get incinerated.

"And you told me the forest was too dangerous for me." Ciana scoffed and let her tail whip onto the ground creating a tremor under their feet.

"Wow Ciana that was amazing. Your flame purified it. I guess there is more to the luck dragon than meets the eye. Perfect timing by the way." Freya gave the dragon a crooked smile as she sighed in relief.

"Glad you are making useful friends." Jester chuckled and put his dagger away. That was a close call. One of the closest he had ever had. It must be from all of the demons moving around. Their excessive killing created a type of vengeful spirit. Only this one felt different and more powerful. It was probably able to feed off of the demon's energy.

Freya then turned her attention to Jester. "Thank you for protecting me. You were risking your life for me. Thank you."

Jester gave her a soft smile. "No thanks necessary. You would have done the same for me." He looked at the white dragon and then back to Freya. "You best get going before that pearl starts to really heat up."

Jester gave her a soft smile. "No thanks necessary. You would have done the same for me." He looked at the white dragon and then back to Freya. "You best get going before that pearl starts to really heat up." "Thank you for everything Jester." Freya took a few steps towards Ciana.

"Wait. Where are you living now? I want to come and visit you soon." Jester wanted to meet her new mate if everything turns out alright.

"I am living in the Diamond pack territory. I'm their Luna." Freya smiled. "I want you to meet Wyatt. He will want to meet the person who risked their life to protect mine. No matter what happens I am staying with him... so maybe I will see you again then." Jester nodded his head. "You can count on it. Safe travels." He watched them as they took off into the sky. He continued to stand there even after they flew out of sight. He frowned slightly and sighed. Freya would be going after the Briar coven soon. They were very powerful. He turned and slowly walked back into the forest. He was worried she wouldn't be able to escape them unscathed. There would be losses. She just started to really live her life. Her journey has just started now, and he hoped she would be able to get through this next rough patch. And not just live through it. But get through it and continue to burn with her new light.

Wyatt leaned onto his knee. He shirtless back glistened with beads of sweat. He was disciplining his body with intense training. He was doing everything he could to keep himself occupied. It was nice having his parents there and his uncle Tristan, but he could not enjoy it. Not with all the uncertainty surrounding his mate. He was worried about her and what sort of danger she could be facing. He was also worried if he would ever be able to look at his sweet Freya again. And then deep down he was angry. He was angry at the Briar coven for interfering in his happiness. He would be dealing with them soon. Not just dealing with them. He would wipe out anyone that was corrupt in the coven. The mother of the coven was dead as far as he was concerned. Her life would not be saved. He lifted his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He squinted upward towards the sun as a few birds flew overhead. He listened to the sounds of his pack sparring among one another. "Let's see what this wolf of yours looks like now." Tyler said as he walked up to his son.

"Dad... Are you wanting to spar with me?" Wyatt c****d his eyebrow up to his father in disbelief.

"Sure. Why not?" Tyler shrugged with a playful smile on his face.

"I don't want to break your old man hip or anything. Plus... I'm afraid I am much stronger than you." Wyatt stood up and turned to face his dad.

"Then I guess it will be good practice for me, right?" Tyler shifted into his wolf Jax and waited for Wyatt to do the same.

Let's give him a show then. Blaze panted happily in Wyatt's head. He was excited to wrestle with his dad and for once have the upper hand. Alright Blaze but remember to take it easy on him.

Jason and Tristan walked up as Wyatt shifted into his wolf. His wolf was larger then his father's before. Now being the king of the werewolves, he was a wolf and a half bigger than him. "Oh, look we get front row seats." Jason smirked and elbowed Tristan. "You forget that your father is the king of the fairies. You are looking at more power than you think." Tristan smirked looking at the excited face of Jason. "This battle is far from one sided. Watch and learn little cub."

The two wolves circled each other. Then in a blur they both lunged for one another. Two wolves clashed together in an earth-shattering impact. The current alpha and the old alpha collided against the other. And a test between a father and a son ensued. Drip. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drip. Drop.

Freya walked into the dark cave taking a moment to let her eyes adjust. The pearl in her hand was singing as she held it. A set of dark glossy orbs were watching her and waiting.

"You've brought what I asked?"

"You've brought what I asked?"

Freya placed the black pearl into Kali's hand. She then took a step back and watched as the dark priestess inspected it. "Perfect."

"Okay. Your turn now. What can I do about the blood potion?" Freya pinned her green gaze on the pale figure in front of her.

"Patience. I will tell you what you need to know." Kali walked over to her pot and poked her finger into the liquid. She moved it around in there slowly. "First, tell Ciana to go ahead with the rest of her task. She no longer needs to escort you around." She lifted her head, tilting it slightly. "I'm sure you can make it back without her right?"

Freya set her jaw and nodded. Sure, she could make it without Ciana but that would take days instead of hours. She sighed loudly showing her irritation as she walked out to tell Ciana to continue with whatever it was she had left to do. She then walked back inside. "Alright. Pay attention dhampir. I will give you the knowledge that you seek." Kali smiled and gazed at Freya. It was now time for her to fulfill her end of the bargain.

Blaze slammed into the ground. He laid on his side with foam spilling from his mouth. He wasn't expecting that. His father had hit him with a sensory blocking magic. Something new that he hadn't seen before. It was enough that it gave his father the perfect chance to land a hard blow against him. His front legs shook slightly as it held his weight up. He could see Jax was panting heavily also. They were both tired and hitting their limit. But Blaze had not unleashed all of his strength yet. In fact, there was still a part of him that was sealed. Some of his red energy was like it was behind a flood gate. Only some of it would spill out. If only he could release the flood gate, he was certain his werewolf powers would be at their fullest.

"That's quite enough." Lilly walked between the two wolves tapping her foot on the ground. "Just look at the two of you. You are both exhausted. Nope you are both done." She looked between them and noticed how neither of them made a move to shift back into their human forms. "I won't say it again." Lilly snarled lowly as she folded her arms.

"Eh, moms mad." Jason chuckled.

"Guess this match is over." Tristan stretched his arms over his head.

"Yeah, but I think Wyatt was going to win it." Jason winked at Tristan who only shrugged.

"It's hard to say. Wyatt might have the strength, but your father has the experience. And experience goes a long way." Tristan smiled as he watched the two wolves shift back to their human forms.

"Much better. Now come on. We are sitting down and having a family dinner together. We don't get to see each other that much anymore and I want to soak in this time with my boys." Lilly walked up to Tyler and she prodded his nose with her finger. "So go clean your sweaty self up."

Tyler chuckled. "I know what's wrong here. You are jealous because you got left out of the sparring match aren't you?" He reached his arms out and pulled her into his chest. I'll have a sparring match with you tonight. Winner gets top.

Lilly giggled and shook her head. "You're getting me all sweaty. Go get cleaned up! You too Wyatt."

Wyatt took in a deep breath and then smiled. He was doing his best to try to enjoy his parents' company. It was hard. His mind was constantly going back to Freya. At least when he was training and sparring, he was able to focus on fighting. As soon as it was over his mind trailed back to his mate. He felt like he wasn't whole. A piece of him was missing and it was hard for him to focus on anything but the missing piece.

Wyatt trailed behind his parents, brother and uncle. He looked up at their laughing faces and for once felt like a foreigner. He didn't belong in their happy reality. He was there but he wasn't. He never thought he would ever feel like this, but he would rather lay in his room alone than join everyone else. Pretending to act okay was draining. He gripped his fingers with his thumb. Freya... I miss you.