Page 33 of Anger

“Maybe they enact it once a century and we spend half a century living in society and the other half isolated. I don’t have an answer, Lorelai, but is it getting more dangerous for us,” Lamia replied.

“Or we become the hunters and wipe them out. Instead of tackling them on our own, we take them out in force,” Luke suggested, passing by.

“Luke has a point,” Killian added as he approached. “I’ll be hunting with you later,” he said to Lamia.

She looked surprised. Phantom rarely hunted with anyone, and now Killian was saying he’d go with her. Lamia’s eyes narrowed.

“I can hunt fine on my own,” she snapped.

“I don’t doubt it. But tonight, Phantom will be going with you. Do not bother arguing,” Killian retorted, dropping a kiss on her head and chasing after Luke.

“I hate our brothers sometimes,” Lamia complained, and Lorelai laughed.

“Especially those on the board,” she agreed.

That night, Anger sated itself into a stupefied coma. Lamia knew she’d not have to hunt for at least a week. Callidora was coming soon, and Lamia had no intention of giving up her time with her daughter.

After shifting back to Lanie, she walked through the mirror to her home and froze on the spot.

McIntyre

Lanie’s bedroom was off-limits. It was the one rule they’d never broken. Yet he sat on her bed, knowing she’d entered here but now wasn’t here. Somehow, Lanie was leaving the house without their knowledge. He had been sitting here six hours, ever since he’d arrived at one a.m. He reckoned Lanie would return pretty soon because of the cover she kept.

Mac was surprised when the mirror rippled and Lanie stepped through it. Her eyes met his, and her mouth dropped.

“I’m going to have to kill you now,” Lanie said with sorrow in her voice.

“Because I know you are a Legendary Shifter, that your Lamia, or because you use mirrors to travel?” Mac asked, and Lanie’s jaw dropped open in shock.

“Oh, let’s add, I know you carry the Sin of Anger, and I also have the previously unknown knowledge that you can heal.”

“Who are you?” Lanie hissed as she shifted.

Mac stared at her, his eyes wide. “You’re stunning,” he murmured. “Far more beautiful than I ever believed.”

“McIntyre, answer me,” Lamia demanded.

“I’m a member of a family you once knew as Galanis. Mine and Ranson’s mothers were daughters of the Galanis family,” McIntyre explained.

“From Ancient Greece?” Lamia asked, puzzled.

“Yes. My family saved you and your daughter several times throughout the millennia. For four thousand years, my family has watched over you and Callidora, providing aid when needed. We’ve stepped up and helped other Legendary Shifters,” Mac said calmly.

“You’re a Saviour family!” Lamia exclaimed.

“Is that what you call us?”

“Yes. The Galanis family supported me several times.”

“Ranson and I are all that’s left of them. Hunters took out the rest of our line years ago. Including our mothers. Our fathers hid us and brought us up to fight. They, too, were remnants of a Saviour family.”

“What do you mean?” Lamia asked, puzzled.

“Hunters have turned their attention to the families that helped your kind in the past. They’ve been wiping them out. A hundred years ago, my family had several hundred members. Now there is only Ranson, and I left. My father’s family was decimated by Hunters, as was Ranson’s father’s family. If the Hunters can’t find you, they’re coming after us,” Mac explained.

“Shit. We’d no idea.”

“You weren’t meant to have,” Mac said. “Our priority is protecting you. Not vice versa.”

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