Page 25 of The Power of a Myth

The room fell silent as she used the stick at her side to get up from her seat. He winced at the loss of her leg. Hayden had heard about her devastating injury, and he’d caused considerable damage to the Reichstag as he’d fought the urge to go to her.

She cocked her head to the side as she took him in.

“I…I…” Molly stammered.

Hayden tried to say something, but he couldn’t. He wanted to swoop her up into his arms, but his vision blurred between dragon and then human again.

“You’re dead.” Molly finally found some words.

Everyone in the room lowered their heads and looked away from the personal moment between the two of them.

“Yes,” Hayden replied. “But not.”

Molly stepped right up to him. She pulled her hand back and slapped him hard across the face. The sound rang through his ears, and it stung like hell.

“Fifty-two years you left me.”

“Molly, he didn’t have choice.” Ethern stepped forward to defend Hayden.

“You, be quiet. I’ll deal with you later, reaper or not. You’re still going to get a lecture for not telling me what was happening. I’ve waited, gained hope, and lost it again.” Hayden watched Molly wave her finger at Ethern before turning her attention back to him. “I was heartbroken.”

“I know,” Hayden responded, his thoughts all jumbled.

Molly was here in front of him. The woman he loved. He’d never forgotten her—the smell of her, the touch of her, her kiss, her taste, her body wrapped around his cock.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Molly spat out at him.

He didn’t get a chance to answer.

A large explosion rang out around the room, and the wall behind Molly crumbled to the floor.

Chapter Thirteen

Molly’s heart beat faster, but she wasn’t sure if it was due to Hayden’s unexpected appearance or because the wall behind her had just been destroyed. She suspected it was the former, though. The man she’d longed to be with for fifty-two years was standing there in front of her.

She immediately spun around with the others and prepared to shift in response to any imminent danger. She was quicker in puma form than human.

The dust from the damaged wall settled, and on the other side, she could see Nuka standing alongside his grandfather, Ciaran, and Samuel. All four had their arms folded across their chests with a look of menace on their faces.

“I told you one of us would die, brother. You had your chance. If you won’t join me, I’ll make sure the humans take you down,” Nuka threatened as Kas stepped forward pushing the others behind him.

“Leave at once, Nuka. You’re not welcome on this land,” Kas ordered.

“I think you’ll find that while I’m alive, these lands are mine.” Kas and Nuka’s grandfather was next to speak.

Molly always remembered him as a man with an evil streak, but in death and ultimately resurrection, his malevolence had prospered.

“You’re not living not your first life anyway. I don’t even known what type of being you are, but I’m sure with enough time Jessica can identify what kind of devil Ciaran’s created,” Kas replied.

Around her, Molly could see several of the shifters getting into position, ready to attack if needed. Emma was not with them. Molly knew that when the wall had come down the lioness would have raced to protect her cubs.

The sound of a helicopter started to whir above their heads.

Nuka smirked. “I told you I would expose you for what you are. The humans want to catalog us like animals. Well, they can start with everyone in the Glacial Blood pack.” Nuka threw his arms out wide. “They want a show, and I’m going to give it to them.”

Molly watched in horror as a man stuck his head out of the helicopter. He had a camera hanging at his side, and he brought it up to start filming. Nuka and his grandfather changed into their animal forms in an instant. Molly fought off the urge to shift herself.

“Don’t change,” Kas ordered. “It’s what he wants. Stay in human form.”

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