Page 34 of Nita's Redemption

“I called those of you who are here for a reason. We have a few more who should be here shortly, so we’ll wait a little longer before we begin. If you need a drink grab it and then settle into a seat. This meeting isn’t going to be light and fun,” he warned.

Again, the doors opened. Darkness filled the space. Fingers of unease slithered down her spine. Her males were next to her. Abe on her left, Link to her right, and Tank in front, blocking her view, dammit. She tried to find Jaklyn who had been right next to her a heartbeat ago. The sense she had been whisked closer to her mates was confirmed when Jaklyn sent her an image of her between the two towering Ravens.

“I think we need to calm the fuck down. We have a protection ring around our entire property set by Zeus himself. Surely whatever is out there can’t be there unless they’re allowed?” Nita asked. That same unease hadn’t left her.

“You’re correct, Nita. Come in, warriors. I think we can all do without the dramatics,” Brock growled the order.

A male as big as any Raven male stepped through. His hair was dark as pitch, flowing down to his shoulders. His eyes were also dark as night, and holy crap, he wore all black. If Nita had met the male in a dark alley, she’d have run screaming in the opposite direction like a little bitch. Not that she thought she’d get away unless he allowed it. He took a step farther inside, making room for three more males who looked pretty much like him only their eyes were different and then three females entered followed by four more, two females and two more males. A total of eleven beasts who exuded power unlike any of the shifters she’d encountered. The first who entered was still the biggest and scariest male she noted, but the last female made Nita suck in a breath. She too was...horrifying in a serial killer bombshell way. It was her eyes, not looks. She was stunning, drop-dead gorgeous, and had a body many men would give their left arm if they could spend one night with her. However, her eyes were as dark and cold as the first male’s.

“Hurricane, I’m glad to see you could make it and brought the others with you. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything important?” Brock asked from his seat.

Nita listened closely, checking to see if their alpha was afraid of the male.

The male called Hurricane shrugged. “We were in the vicinity tracking down...something. Would you like to introduce me to your pack?”

Brock’s lips twitched like he was fighting a grin. “Please come forward so the pack isn’t playing a game of verbal tennis.”

The words were issued as an offer, but the order was there. Hurricane and his crew moved in a formation that resembled military precision, with the big man in front and two rows of two behind him. Only they were silent, not a whisper of sound as they moved forward. Freaky as fuck since the males had to weigh two hundred fifty pounds or more, each. The women on the other hand were tall, and fit. Nita noticed they all wore sleeveless tanks, showing off impressive muscles and similar tattoos. A compass graced the bicep of each warrior. Looking closer, she noticed each tattoo was slightly different with the arrows pointing in different directions and the maps behind them also unique. She would love to see them closer and ask their meanings. One of the females snapped her head to the side, staring at Nita. Nope, she would not be asking any of them anything. The female lifted one corner of her lips in a semblance of a smile. Nita held her gaze, unwilling to show fear. There was intelligence and recognition in the dark eyes.

They finally made it to the front of the space where Brock sat with Lorna. “It’s good to see you, son.” Brock pulled Hurricane into his arms, hugging him hard.

Nita couldn’t see either of their expressions, but the air was thick with a warning.

This time, it was a chorus of gasps as Brock and the mammoth of a male embraced. Lorna didn’t look surprised at the announcement as she stood in front of her chair. The young woman who was obviously related to Hurricane stayed at the back, staring down at her feet.

“Honor, I’m glad you came as well. I’ve missed you. You look beautiful.” Brock had moved down the length of warriors, coming to a stop in front of the female.

The female grunted. “I look like you and him, so I know that’s a lie. Add in our mother’s lineage, and well, there wasn’t much hope for a beautiful daughter.”

Nita looked at Tank, watching his expression. His features were grim, shocked. Her male hadn’t known about his family. Shit.

“Tank, please come here. It’s time you meet your brother and sister and they you.” Brock’s order rang through the space. Heck Nita felt as though she should drop to her knees and do his bidding.

With a tip of his head, Tank blinked once. “Since when did I have kin in the form of frate si sora?”

Oh, his rumbling growl had the hair on her arms standing on end. The walls of the Pack center had been painted a soothing gray with light purple hint. The creative reasoning, it would soothe their beasts to have colors that reminded them of the moon. Gray didn’t necessarily make her think of the moon, but with the white cabinets and the sparkling granite countertops, it was nice to look at. However, nothing could soothe her as her male and the huge warrior stared one another down.

“Looks like you raised a big kid, Brock.” Hurricane jerked his head toward Tank.

She held tight to her mate’s arm. “Don’t. He’s taunting you. Don’t give him the satisfaction,” she whispered too low for anyone but the four of them to hear.

“We will discuss family business after I tell you about the problem that’s been brought to our attention. Please, everyone, take a seat. That includes you too, Tank.”

Nita felt the command wash over all of them, yet like Tank, the order ran off them like water on a duck’s back. Huh, that was weird.

She and her mates waited until everyone sat, including the newcomers, before taking a seat. Tank didn’t take his normal seat next to his father. Anger wafted from him like a living breathing thing. ‘Are you alright?’ she asked him.

‘It will be fine,’ he rumbled.

Didn’t her mate know that saying fine was code word for things were fucked?

Tank pulled her from the seat she was sitting in and onto his lap. ‘I’ll be okay. Just need a bit to take all this shit in. Gonna take a bit to absorb and most def need some explanations. Hurricane and Honor are clearly older than me, so where the fuck have they been and who is their mother?’

Brock held up his hand. “I see the questions in all your eyes and hear them banging in my head. I will say that yes, Hurricane and Honor are my children. The rest will be talked about after I’ve spoken with my family. Now the reason we are here is because of a danger lurking just outside of our pack grounds.” He inhaled deeply. “Zeus and the others have done an amazing job of putting protection around us and cleansing the ground that had been tainted by Seamus and what Cronus had done. Yet, this threat is not the same I don’t think. Fuck, to be honest I don’t know what it is which is why I’ve called in the Shadow Ravens.”

Hurricane got up and faced the pack. “We are not your normal pack as you’ve probably noticed. I sense this pack isn’t the same as most either. You males with the redhead, you’re not human or shifter, and the little female with my half bro is more but not the same as the males I just mentioned. And the female on the bar, she’s spectacular but not anything we’ve ever come across. So my question is why did you call us in, Alpha?”

“Because your crew have dealt with black magic, which I don’t think any of us here have, and I didn’t want to pull Tamara or her family in since she’s pregnant, and her males tend to be a little overprotective.” Brock nodded toward the Ravens by Jaklyn.

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