Winter's War (Her Guardians series Book 4)(27)

“But, you said his mother died?”

“She did,” he tells me, and I just don’t understand what he is saying. If she is dead, how is she with her partner?

“That doesn’t make sense,” I say.

“I can’t, I can’t tell you anymore . . .,” he says firmly, but the slight quiver in his tone suggests he wants to tell me more.

“You’re blood bound,” I say, realising straight away why he can’t tell me. This must have been what it was like for Jaxson not to say anything about Freddy.

“I will protect him, if I can,” I tell Lucifer, who takes a deep breath at my words.

“And, I will protect you on the battlefield and your mates, My Queen,” he says and nods his head at me before starting to walk us down the stairs. When we get to the bottom, there is a mixture of people standing around, all in white or black with their heads bowed. Some in cloaks, and some are in wolf form. The very presence of all these supernaturals, standing together to crown the angel king and queen is amazing. We walk down the path way in the middle of them, which is sprinkled with white rose petals on the floor, as I look around the entrance hall. We eventually get outside, where I see my mates all standing together, one after the other next to an archway of white and black roses. My eyes run over all of them. Wyatt, Jaxson, and Atti have black shirts and black trousers on, with white roses pinned on the pockets. Dab has a white shirt and black trousers, with a black rose pinned on him. They all look extremely handsome as they stand there and all I can think of is how good they look without their clothes, too. After getting my hormones in check, we walk down the pathway and Lucifer lets go of my arm, handing it to Dabriel.

Dabriel pulls me close to him, whispering as he brushes his lips against my ear, “You look so beautiful, Winter.”

I blush, and he smiles as he pulls away from me to face the old angel standing under the arch. I walk forward with Dabriel, remembering this angel is called Gabriel and the last light angel on the council to survive the battle. I haven’t spoken to him much, just a little with Dabriel, but he comes across as firm. The angel has long, grey hair, which I’m sure was white when he was younger and large wings, much like Dabriel’s. His light-purple eyes watch me and he smiles as he starts to speak.

“Thank you to everyone that came here today to witness the crowning of the King of the Angels, and his Queen. I never expected to crown a king like this, with not only angels, but witches, wolves, and vampires to watch. I feel this is how we will survive from now on, united together against a war that threatens us all. We need our royals to win this, for it’s what the prophecy told us, and the only way I feel we will win,” he says, and cheers follow his words through the crowd. Gabriel walks over and picks a crown out of a box that a male angel holds behind the arch before walking back over. Dabriel lets go of my hand to kneel down and lower his head.

“I crown King Dabriel, King of the Angels.”

The cheers that follow Dabriel being crowned are so loud I’m sure the world can hear them and seem to go on for a long time as Dabriel stands up, his purple eyes glowing. The crown is just as powerful as the others, with white, almost silver stones inside the silver swirls. I pull my gaze away when Dabriel links our hands and holds them up in the air.

“Queen Winter!” Dabriel shouts, and then everyone shouts my name back, the sound filling the outside. The angel ceremony is far simpler than the vampire one, the crown seems to be important to them. I look over to see Jaxson and Atti with their crowns on and the absence of Wyatt’s crown is noticeable. I don’t feel you need a crown to rule, you can rule on your own.

“We will win this,” Dabriel whispers as he lowers our hands and slides his other hand onto the back of my head, kissing me. I hope he will win this too, and that the price isn’t too high to do so.





16





Winter





“I should come,” I hear Freddy say, a slight growl slipping in with the words. I walk around the corner, and see Freddy arguing with both Jaxson and Wyatt. I have to admire Freddy, he is standing up to both of them, holding his ground. There isn’t a lot of people who would do that at his age, but also, he is going to be a handful when he is older.

“It’s not safe for you,” Wyatt responds firmly, his hands on his hips as he stares down his son.

“It’s not safe for Winter, but she gets to go. You need me there; I’m a half, and they might actually talk to you if they know you look after me and don’t care,” Freddy points out, making a valid point. I don’t want to take him with us. It will be dangerous, but I know we could easily protect him with all of us there. Not to mention he can look after himself, too. We need to convince these people, we will need them to save everyone and stand a chance.

“He has a point,” I say walking over, and they both look down at me. I hate being short sometimes, next to all these tall guys. Freddy is even growing and is now about my height.

“Not happening, lass,” Jaxson says, shaking his head. Stubborn wolf.

“I will protect him, so will you and Wyatt. Atti and two other witches are coming as well,” I point out. It only takes seconds for any of the three witches coming to bounce Freddy out of there.

“I’m not using my nephew as bait,” Jaxson says, shaking his head at me.