A Child shall lead them 3/5
Chapter 3
Tearing his eyes away from the shifter standing behind his son, surrounded by his guards Jensen followed protocol and walked up to the Alpha, Gerald, “As a member of the ruling house of Alfheim, please accept our condolences on the loss of your pack member.”
Jensen had barely spoken the words before, six large wolves surrounded him and his guards, and the Alpha was ordering, “Take them to the lodge until we are finished here,” and he turned his back on Jensen in dismissal.
“Still think the Council wouldn’t have been a good idea?” Chris started and they were taken to the lodge.
“Your smugness is not really doing us a lot of good right now Chris,” Tom admonished as the wolves herded them away from the gathering.
“Was that him Jensen, your mate Jeff?” Mike asked softly as they entered the lodge. Tom and Chris continued to argue about the moot point of going to Council.
“No, what made you think that Mike?” Jensen asked not quite as sarcastic as he’d intended. He’d hoped it wasn’t the fact that he almost jumped the unknown shifter.
“As a boy, I used to play with the elf that was standing in front of him, I remember trying to rub the spots off of his nose, so what is he doing here being raised by wolves? We thought your child died at birth and didn’t question it out of respect to you and your family, but what the hell Jensen?”
Jensen knew that everyone had thought his child had died, because that’s what his parents allowed them to think when they swaddled a suckling pig and placed it on the Pyre in from of the entire village. He had been so upset that he hadn’t cared what they did and everyone thought him to be in mourning. When it became obvious that Jensen was pregnant from their bonding, Jeff petitioned the Council that the child should be with his sire, learning the ways of his shifter heritage, not those of its mother and they had agreed. Once he went into labor, his child was taken from him and this was the first time he had ever laid eyes on him.
Before he could reply, Gerald Padalecki, Jeff’s father burst into the room.
“Is that what you came for? You and your filthy elves killed my oldest, my first born and then march in here to try and take what you think is yours?” Gerald demanded as he entered the lodge.
The four of them were caught off guard at the voice behind them; because they were expecting Gerald to enter through the door they were steered through that, it didn’t occur to them that there was another door.
Jeff was dead. Is that why his body had been clamoring for a wolf whose name he doesn’t know? Was he destined to be claimed by a wolf? The thought terrified him even if the wolf was as glorious as the one comforting his son.
“We had no hand in your son’s death, I am here because it was you and yours who killed my father’s first born and left him lying about like refuse,” Jensen corrected the older wolf. Just because they thought they had them trapped there was no way he was going to snivel and beg. He did that five years ago and look where it had gotten him.
“Is that to be your defense when we bring this matter before Council?” the Alpha roared attempting to use his height to intimidate Jensen. “An unfounded accusation?”
“No more unfounded than yours,” Jensen faced the wolf refusing to back down. “What proof do you have to accuse us of killing your son? He was my blot bond, so I couldn’t have raised a hand to harm him if I’d wanted too. As we speak my mother is preparing a Pyre for her son who was missing his heart and half of his throat when he was found this morning.”
“Jared,” The Alpha motioned to the tall man who had Jensen’s body singing to come forward to stand beside him and face their enemy, Jensen. “Show him the proof that their kind took your brother and now wants to take his child.”
Jared came forward with a traditional hunting bow that the elves also used in battle, the only difference was this one instead of having the traditional stone or iron spearhead, this one was fashioned from pure silver. Because silver was a soft metal and not reliable, the only use on a spear would be specifically to kill a shifter.
“Your bonded mate has been killed and yet you have yet to express word of sorrow or compassion before you start preparing your whorish body for his brother who has been promised to another.” The Alpha spat at him.
Oh Freyr, Jensen swore, this wolf that had his traitorous body reacting this way was Jeff’s brother. This is what he was supposed to feel when he bonded, this pull, this lust that had his blood singing. He hated Jeff and everything he represented, and would love to thank whoever freed him of that bond, but he was not going to let his lust condemn one of his elves take responsibility for something he was sure they hadn’t done. It would be easy for a shifter to fashion one of their arrows, but not so easy for an elf to tear out the throat of a shifter.
Jensen held his hand up as he felt this guard prepare to rush to his defense at the Alphas heated words. They were outnumbered and wouldn’t survive an attack so he let his cooler head prevail.
“I was bonded because Jeff wanted it, not because I felt the pull to be a mate to him. You knew this, you also knew how I came to be his mate, but you never cared. You sent your henchmen to practically pull my child from my body before I even knew what sex it was, and you think I care that he’s dead?” Jensen retorted, braver than he felt.
“The prophesy said that you were his and that all that mattered!” The Alpha argued.
Jensen knew about the Prophesy of Loki, it was one of the reasons the wolves and the shifters lived so close to each other, to monitor each other to keep it from coming to fruition. No one had counted on an Alpha going out of his way to make it happen. According to the prophesy, the elf who smelled like the musk of earth, and sweetness of the fruit trees would bond with a shifter. The male child produced from this union would be sacrificed on the Pyre on the date of his fifth year freeing Fenrir to destroy the Freyr race from the earth. If the child was not destroyed, the Fenrir would remain chained and the bonded pair would rule the two houses as one, confusing Fenrir if he were somehow ever freed.
When Jensen left the palace this morning he was sure that he had righteous anger on his side, after all, he had proof that a shifter had killed his brother, but now when presented with their proof, he understood how the shifters felt the same. The problem was, Jensen couldn’t think of anyone in his kingdom that would do this, deliberately cause war between the two kingdoms that have lived peacefully together for centuries. Now on top of that, he had to find a way to keep his child from being sacrificed as well.
“Unlike you, we went to the Council before barging into another’s territory. They have seen our proof and feel that we have every right to vindication!” The Alpha said becoming indignant as Jensen tried to defend his people.
“Prince Jensen, may I speak?” Chris asked abandoning the everyday familiarity for the formality that this occasion required.
“Yes,” Jensen permitted.
“If the Council is here, then let us present our proof to them and let their judgment stand. The wolves have honored their dead and released their loved ones spirit and we have yet to honor ours, this will get the issue solved.”
“That seems fair, Alpha do you agree?” Jensen challenged.
“Alpha that is only fair,” Jared encouraged his father, his Alpha.
“Is that coming from my son or his potential mate?’ The Alpha questioned. “Don’t think that I haven’t seen the two of you sniffing around each other while his mate still burns.”
“It is coming from both, but if I am now your prince, shouldn’t you believe that I have the packs interest at heart and not my own?” Jared softly answered.
“Very well, the Prince can follow us, but they stay behind,” The Alpha nodded towards the four guards.
“You wouldn’t come into my kingdom unprotected and I won’t travel through yours unguarded. If we’re truly going to meet up with the Council, then there is no reason to leave them behind. I wouldn’t want there to be any accidents leaving my mother to place both of her sons on the Pyre in four days’ time.”
Gerald nodded in agreement and led the group to the lodge where the visiting members of the Council held their meeting. As the group of them went to the meeting hall to speak with the Council, Jared lagged behind his father to walk beside Jensen. He didn’t talk to him, nor did he look Jensen’s way, but his hand kept touching some part of Jensen, and it told the elf what he needed to know. Jared was feeling the same desire and need strumming trough his body as Jensen. That was nice to know but he wanted to know about his child. What was his name? What did Jared tell him about Jensen? He wanted to know it all. He also wanted to know if this man, like his brother was going to allow his child to be sacrificed to fulfill some ancient prophesies.
The tension must have communicated itself to Jared because the touches stopped and Jared moved away from him. Once this meeting with the Council was over, they were going to talk and no matter what the Alpha said; Jensen’s child was going with him to Alfheim the place he was born to rule and not stay here as a sacrifice to a god that other gods didn’t trust.
Once the group reached the meeting hall, they were told to stand outside until the Council members took their places. The groups segregated on the outside, the wolves on one side and the elves on the other, it gave Jensen a chance to study Jared.
He seemed to be everything Jeff was not, from the moment he saw him in front of the Pyre, even with the sadness etched on his face, Jensen thought him to be the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, but now this close up, even more so. His shoulders were broad, his arms and legs were like the trunks of trees, and Jensen wanted to touch. Even his hair was beautiful, it looked thick and soft and it was as long as Jensen’s used to be before…Jeff. Jensen thought that he would almost give his kingdom to run his fingers through it right now. His reverie was interrupted when the door to the lodge was suddenly opened and they were ushered in.
When everyone was inside the side they were still segregated, with the Alpha up front representing Lycaon and Jensen on the other side representing Alfheim, while their guards stood in back sizing up the opposition. The seats in between were filled with pack members supporting their Alpha.
There were three Logretta, or judges representing the Council today, enough not to have a tie vote. The members were Jim Beaver a shifter, Sophia Bush, a wood nymph and Michael Weatherly, a Basilisk.
Jim Beaver was the first to speak, “Prince Ackles since we have heard the Alpha’s side of the story and had granted him the right to seek justice for his son, so the Council is confused as to why you are here.”
“It’s simple, this morning my brother was found on the common path between our cities. His body was slashed…”
“If his story is true, then it could have been any shifter,” the Alpha interrupted.
“Alpha if you interrupt again, you will be thrown out of these proceedings and the ruling will be changed in favor of the young Prince, are we clear?” Beaver admonished.
Jensen continued explaining how his brother’s body had been found and described the wounds that had been inflicted to his body. It was common knowledge that the wolves are the only were animals to take the heart. As he was explaining his presence to the Council, an assistant to the Council handed Logretta Beaver a note and he held up his hand to stop Jensen.
“We have just received information that Prince Joshua Ackles was found exactly as his brother has described to us, that means two princes killed within four days of each other and two weeks before a prophesy was supposed to be fulfilled. Give us a minute please.”
The three Council members gathered and began talking to one another in low tones, that even with their superior hearing neither group could hear what was being said.
Finally, several agonizing minutes later, they were back in their seats and facing both parties, Sophia was the first to speak as she addressed to Alpha.
“Alpha, am I correct in understanding that it is your intention to sacrifice your grandchild before the lunar cycle on the date of his birth?”
There were several gasps from the onlookers in the room at the thought, as well as Jensen and Jared.
“No, that is incorrect; I forced the issue of having him close because I think that we could better protect him better than the elves.” He answered.
“What knowledge do you have of these deaths?” Weatherly asked.
“The only knowledge I have is from what was found on my son’s body, the silver arrow that pierced his heart,” he spoke to the Council, but stared across the aisle at Jensen.
“I’ll ask the same question of you, Prince Ackles.”
Jensen described again the condition of his brother’s body when he guards led him to it, and explained that his death was too far past for him to get a reading on who the culprit was.
After listening to Jensen, the Council members once again gathered in a circle to discuss the information presented to them, but this time because they took longer to confer, Jensen wondered if they had information that neither he nor the Alpha were aware of.
While they waited for the decision of the Council, Jensen kept stealing glances at the shifters across the aisle. His body kept calling for him to go to Jared as though he would find home there. To keep from embarrassing himself, Jensen white knuckled the table in front of him so that he did not leap across the aisle and beg Jared to take him in front of everyone. Tearing his eyes away, behind Jared was his son who was holding onto a pretty dark haired shifter as though she had birthed him.
His baby. He had been spirited away so fast that Jensen had never even heard his first cry, making it almost believable that he had been stillborn as his parents proclaimed to their kingdom. After the shifters had taken the baby, no one would talk to Jensen about him; tell him the things he needed to know to ease his mind. What did he look like, how big had he been, did he have all of his fingers and toes and now he is looking at the woman who knew all of that and his eyes watered up with all that he has missed because of the three people he was now waiting for to pass judgment concerning his brother’s death.
Mike had been right about one thing, he looked just as Jensen had at that age, smaller than the others did, with thick blond hair and those god-awful cinnamon spots. He wondered if his were just on his face or all over his body as Jensen’s were.
“Ok, everyone, we have reached a decision that should make everyone happy.” Jim Beaver announced. Looking at the shifters side, he said, “Alpha, I don’t believe that the elves killed your son.”
“Quiet!” Weatherly hissed when the shifters began to protest the ruling.
Beaver then turned to Jensen and announced, “Prince Ackles, nor do I believe that the wolves were the cause of your brother’s death,” Leaving Jensen feeling gob smacked and the shifters to become even more irate.
“Quiet! If there are any more outbursts, then we shall empty the gallery,” Logretta Weatherly announced.
“Prince Ackles, Prince Padalecki, come forward please,” Logretta Bush gently demanded.
As they walked toward the table were the Council were sitting, both men looked at each other as though the other knew the answer as to why they were being called forward. Once there they stopped to hear what the members had to say.
“You two are now the next in line for both of your thrones, but it’s clear to us that someone arranged to have that happen. Once the kingdom of Alfheim has paid honor to Prince Joshua, then the two of you will find the murders of your brethren and bring them forward for punishment which shall be death.” Beaver announced.
“If anyone tries to impede your hunt for the killer,” Weatherly addresses the gallery, “then they will be punished as well. That is your mission and if either of you decide not to follow the order of the Council, then we will take that as an admission of guilt and punish you both by death.”
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Tearing his eyes away from the shifter standing behind his son, surrounded by his guards Jensen followed protocol and walked up to the Alpha, Gerald, “As a member of the ruling house of Alfheim, please accept our condolences on the loss of your pack member.”
Jensen had barely spoken the words before, six large wolves surrounded him and his guards, and the Alpha was ordering, “Take them to the lodge until we are finished here,” and he turned his back on Jensen in dismissal.
“Still think the Council wouldn’t have been a good idea?” Chris started and they were taken to the lodge.
“Your smugness is not really doing us a lot of good right now Chris,” Tom admonished as the wolves herded them away from the gathering.
“Was that him Jensen, your mate Jeff?” Mike asked softly as they entered the lodge. Tom and Chris continued to argue about the moot point of going to Council.
“No, what made you think that Mike?” Jensen asked not quite as sarcastic as he’d intended. He’d hoped it wasn’t the fact that he almost jumped the unknown shifter.
“As a boy, I used to play with the elf that was standing in front of him, I remember trying to rub the spots off of his nose, so what is he doing here being raised by wolves? We thought your child died at birth and didn’t question it out of respect to you and your family, but what the hell Jensen?”
Jensen knew that everyone had thought his child had died, because that’s what his parents allowed them to think when they swaddled a suckling pig and placed it on the Pyre in from of the entire village. He had been so upset that he hadn’t cared what they did and everyone thought him to be in mourning. When it became obvious that Jensen was pregnant from their bonding, Jeff petitioned the Council that the child should be with his sire, learning the ways of his shifter heritage, not those of its mother and they had agreed. Once he went into labor, his child was taken from him and this was the first time he had ever laid eyes on him.
Before he could reply, Gerald Padalecki, Jeff’s father burst into the room.
“Is that what you came for? You and your filthy elves killed my oldest, my first born and then march in here to try and take what you think is yours?” Gerald demanded as he entered the lodge.
The four of them were caught off guard at the voice behind them; because they were expecting Gerald to enter through the door they were steered through that, it didn’t occur to them that there was another door.
Jeff was dead. Is that why his body had been clamoring for a wolf whose name he doesn’t know? Was he destined to be claimed by a wolf? The thought terrified him even if the wolf was as glorious as the one comforting his son.
“We had no hand in your son’s death, I am here because it was you and yours who killed my father’s first born and left him lying about like refuse,” Jensen corrected the older wolf. Just because they thought they had them trapped there was no way he was going to snivel and beg. He did that five years ago and look where it had gotten him.
“Is that to be your defense when we bring this matter before Council?” the Alpha roared attempting to use his height to intimidate Jensen. “An unfounded accusation?”
“No more unfounded than yours,” Jensen faced the wolf refusing to back down. “What proof do you have to accuse us of killing your son? He was my blot bond, so I couldn’t have raised a hand to harm him if I’d wanted too. As we speak my mother is preparing a Pyre for her son who was missing his heart and half of his throat when he was found this morning.”
“Jared,” The Alpha motioned to the tall man who had Jensen’s body singing to come forward to stand beside him and face their enemy, Jensen. “Show him the proof that their kind took your brother and now wants to take his child.”
Jared came forward with a traditional hunting bow that the elves also used in battle, the only difference was this one instead of having the traditional stone or iron spearhead, this one was fashioned from pure silver. Because silver was a soft metal and not reliable, the only use on a spear would be specifically to kill a shifter.
“Your bonded mate has been killed and yet you have yet to express word of sorrow or compassion before you start preparing your whorish body for his brother who has been promised to another.” The Alpha spat at him.
Oh Freyr, Jensen swore, this wolf that had his traitorous body reacting this way was Jeff’s brother. This is what he was supposed to feel when he bonded, this pull, this lust that had his blood singing. He hated Jeff and everything he represented, and would love to thank whoever freed him of that bond, but he was not going to let his lust condemn one of his elves take responsibility for something he was sure they hadn’t done. It would be easy for a shifter to fashion one of their arrows, but not so easy for an elf to tear out the throat of a shifter.
Jensen held his hand up as he felt this guard prepare to rush to his defense at the Alphas heated words. They were outnumbered and wouldn’t survive an attack so he let his cooler head prevail.
“I was bonded because Jeff wanted it, not because I felt the pull to be a mate to him. You knew this, you also knew how I came to be his mate, but you never cared. You sent your henchmen to practically pull my child from my body before I even knew what sex it was, and you think I care that he’s dead?” Jensen retorted, braver than he felt.
“The prophesy said that you were his and that all that mattered!” The Alpha argued.
Jensen knew about the Prophesy of Loki, it was one of the reasons the wolves and the shifters lived so close to each other, to monitor each other to keep it from coming to fruition. No one had counted on an Alpha going out of his way to make it happen. According to the prophesy, the elf who smelled like the musk of earth, and sweetness of the fruit trees would bond with a shifter. The male child produced from this union would be sacrificed on the Pyre on the date of his fifth year freeing Fenrir to destroy the Freyr race from the earth. If the child was not destroyed, the Fenrir would remain chained and the bonded pair would rule the two houses as one, confusing Fenrir if he were somehow ever freed.
When Jensen left the palace this morning he was sure that he had righteous anger on his side, after all, he had proof that a shifter had killed his brother, but now when presented with their proof, he understood how the shifters felt the same. The problem was, Jensen couldn’t think of anyone in his kingdom that would do this, deliberately cause war between the two kingdoms that have lived peacefully together for centuries. Now on top of that, he had to find a way to keep his child from being sacrificed as well.
“Unlike you, we went to the Council before barging into another’s territory. They have seen our proof and feel that we have every right to vindication!” The Alpha said becoming indignant as Jensen tried to defend his people.
“Prince Jensen, may I speak?” Chris asked abandoning the everyday familiarity for the formality that this occasion required.
“Yes,” Jensen permitted.
“If the Council is here, then let us present our proof to them and let their judgment stand. The wolves have honored their dead and released their loved ones spirit and we have yet to honor ours, this will get the issue solved.”
“That seems fair, Alpha do you agree?” Jensen challenged.
“Alpha that is only fair,” Jared encouraged his father, his Alpha.
“Is that coming from my son or his potential mate?’ The Alpha questioned. “Don’t think that I haven’t seen the two of you sniffing around each other while his mate still burns.”
“It is coming from both, but if I am now your prince, shouldn’t you believe that I have the packs interest at heart and not my own?” Jared softly answered.
“Very well, the Prince can follow us, but they stay behind,” The Alpha nodded towards the four guards.
“You wouldn’t come into my kingdom unprotected and I won’t travel through yours unguarded. If we’re truly going to meet up with the Council, then there is no reason to leave them behind. I wouldn’t want there to be any accidents leaving my mother to place both of her sons on the Pyre in four days’ time.”
Gerald nodded in agreement and led the group to the lodge where the visiting members of the Council held their meeting. As the group of them went to the meeting hall to speak with the Council, Jared lagged behind his father to walk beside Jensen. He didn’t talk to him, nor did he look Jensen’s way, but his hand kept touching some part of Jensen, and it told the elf what he needed to know. Jared was feeling the same desire and need strumming trough his body as Jensen. That was nice to know but he wanted to know about his child. What was his name? What did Jared tell him about Jensen? He wanted to know it all. He also wanted to know if this man, like his brother was going to allow his child to be sacrificed to fulfill some ancient prophesies.
The tension must have communicated itself to Jared because the touches stopped and Jared moved away from him. Once this meeting with the Council was over, they were going to talk and no matter what the Alpha said; Jensen’s child was going with him to Alfheim the place he was born to rule and not stay here as a sacrifice to a god that other gods didn’t trust.
Once the group reached the meeting hall, they were told to stand outside until the Council members took their places. The groups segregated on the outside, the wolves on one side and the elves on the other, it gave Jensen a chance to study Jared.
He seemed to be everything Jeff was not, from the moment he saw him in front of the Pyre, even with the sadness etched on his face, Jensen thought him to be the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, but now this close up, even more so. His shoulders were broad, his arms and legs were like the trunks of trees, and Jensen wanted to touch. Even his hair was beautiful, it looked thick and soft and it was as long as Jensen’s used to be before…Jeff. Jensen thought that he would almost give his kingdom to run his fingers through it right now. His reverie was interrupted when the door to the lodge was suddenly opened and they were ushered in.
When everyone was inside the side they were still segregated, with the Alpha up front representing Lycaon and Jensen on the other side representing Alfheim, while their guards stood in back sizing up the opposition. The seats in between were filled with pack members supporting their Alpha.
There were three Logretta, or judges representing the Council today, enough not to have a tie vote. The members were Jim Beaver a shifter, Sophia Bush, a wood nymph and Michael Weatherly, a Basilisk.
Jim Beaver was the first to speak, “Prince Ackles since we have heard the Alpha’s side of the story and had granted him the right to seek justice for his son, so the Council is confused as to why you are here.”
“It’s simple, this morning my brother was found on the common path between our cities. His body was slashed…”
“If his story is true, then it could have been any shifter,” the Alpha interrupted.
“Alpha if you interrupt again, you will be thrown out of these proceedings and the ruling will be changed in favor of the young Prince, are we clear?” Beaver admonished.
Jensen continued explaining how his brother’s body had been found and described the wounds that had been inflicted to his body. It was common knowledge that the wolves are the only were animals to take the heart. As he was explaining his presence to the Council, an assistant to the Council handed Logretta Beaver a note and he held up his hand to stop Jensen.
“We have just received information that Prince Joshua Ackles was found exactly as his brother has described to us, that means two princes killed within four days of each other and two weeks before a prophesy was supposed to be fulfilled. Give us a minute please.”
The three Council members gathered and began talking to one another in low tones, that even with their superior hearing neither group could hear what was being said.
Finally, several agonizing minutes later, they were back in their seats and facing both parties, Sophia was the first to speak as she addressed to Alpha.
“Alpha, am I correct in understanding that it is your intention to sacrifice your grandchild before the lunar cycle on the date of his birth?”
There were several gasps from the onlookers in the room at the thought, as well as Jensen and Jared.
“No, that is incorrect; I forced the issue of having him close because I think that we could better protect him better than the elves.” He answered.
“What knowledge do you have of these deaths?” Weatherly asked.
“The only knowledge I have is from what was found on my son’s body, the silver arrow that pierced his heart,” he spoke to the Council, but stared across the aisle at Jensen.
“I’ll ask the same question of you, Prince Ackles.”
Jensen described again the condition of his brother’s body when he guards led him to it, and explained that his death was too far past for him to get a reading on who the culprit was.
After listening to Jensen, the Council members once again gathered in a circle to discuss the information presented to them, but this time because they took longer to confer, Jensen wondered if they had information that neither he nor the Alpha were aware of.
While they waited for the decision of the Council, Jensen kept stealing glances at the shifters across the aisle. His body kept calling for him to go to Jared as though he would find home there. To keep from embarrassing himself, Jensen white knuckled the table in front of him so that he did not leap across the aisle and beg Jared to take him in front of everyone. Tearing his eyes away, behind Jared was his son who was holding onto a pretty dark haired shifter as though she had birthed him.
His baby. He had been spirited away so fast that Jensen had never even heard his first cry, making it almost believable that he had been stillborn as his parents proclaimed to their kingdom. After the shifters had taken the baby, no one would talk to Jensen about him; tell him the things he needed to know to ease his mind. What did he look like, how big had he been, did he have all of his fingers and toes and now he is looking at the woman who knew all of that and his eyes watered up with all that he has missed because of the three people he was now waiting for to pass judgment concerning his brother’s death.
Mike had been right about one thing, he looked just as Jensen had at that age, smaller than the others did, with thick blond hair and those god-awful cinnamon spots. He wondered if his were just on his face or all over his body as Jensen’s were.
“Ok, everyone, we have reached a decision that should make everyone happy.” Jim Beaver announced. Looking at the shifters side, he said, “Alpha, I don’t believe that the elves killed your son.”
“Quiet!” Weatherly hissed when the shifters began to protest the ruling.
Beaver then turned to Jensen and announced, “Prince Ackles, nor do I believe that the wolves were the cause of your brother’s death,” Leaving Jensen feeling gob smacked and the shifters to become even more irate.
“Quiet! If there are any more outbursts, then we shall empty the gallery,” Logretta Weatherly announced.
“Prince Ackles, Prince Padalecki, come forward please,” Logretta Bush gently demanded.
As they walked toward the table were the Council were sitting, both men looked at each other as though the other knew the answer as to why they were being called forward. Once there they stopped to hear what the members had to say.
“You two are now the next in line for both of your thrones, but it’s clear to us that someone arranged to have that happen. Once the kingdom of Alfheim has paid honor to Prince Joshua, then the two of you will find the murders of your brethren and bring them forward for punishment which shall be death.” Beaver announced.
“If anyone tries to impede your hunt for the killer,” Weatherly addresses the gallery, “then they will be punished as well. That is your mission and if either of you decide not to follow the order of the Council, then we will take that as an admission of guilt and punish you both by death.”
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