Book 2: Intermission 6

Book 2: Intermission 6

Back in Allens Private Booth

In the several decades that Allen has lived on this Earth, he has never once been as frightened as he is right now.

Dear? Cynthia asks, lightly grabbing Allens hand that had been crushing the arm rest. Whats wrong?

It takes Allen several seconds to answer, and when he does, he does it through his terminal, not daring to speak out loud about this in a magical reality that could very well be tapped. And the moment Cynthia sees the text on his terminals screen, her face pales and her eyes widen in fright.

[It looks like the least likely theory has been proven. The scent the boy smelled is just like the one my nanomachines detected coming off of the blood lycan in the last Class V Fracture.]

A-are you sure? Cynthia asks, stuttering and showing real fear for the first time ever since their daughter died.

Allen nods his head before typing on his terminal again.

[I didnt even consider it before, that she might share their scent. So I never bothered trying to have my nanomachines check into it. But now]

Cynthia shakes her head and says, It doesnt matter. Shes our daughter and nothing will change that.

In her eyes, Allen can see the unspoken words she has left out in case of any eavesdroppers.

A look that says, Even if she is half demon.

Allen grips his wifes hand for a few seconds before looking at the screen again to find his soon-to-be daughter lying on the ground with her arm still partially cut off and healing at a rate visible to the eye.

I knew she shared a lot of similarities to the man I saw back then, and that she had a couple traits of blood lycans, but this was still only the least likely theory we came up with to have it proven like this is but why would White have a child with a demon? A noble one at that? It just doesnt make any sense

Unknown to him, Allens grip on his wifes hand continuously grew tighter and tighter throughout his thoughts until she says, Its okay, snapping him out of the fog he had found himself in.

He raises a brow for a moment as a thought comes to mind.

I wonder, do you think her fae is convincing her that all of that pride is from her demonic instincts?

Its quite possible, Aurora answers, sounding slightly amused at the prospect. Her fae is His Highness Tarankar, and hes known to have pushed his previous contracted partner to grow sometimes by telling half-truths and manipulating their thinking on things that might hinder their growth. Although Ive also heard that he isnt doing that much with his new partner. That hes grown to truly care for her like family.

Thats good. As long as the only thing hes doing is exaggerating the effect of her demonic instincts.

That should be all hes doing, Aurora confirms.

Good. If I had to guess, since shes a half blood lycan, only around a third or so of her pride is from her instincts. Meaning most of its still just her. Although I cant help but feel like Scarlet wouldnt really care if it were her instincts driving her or not.

Allens eyes suddenly widen.

That crazy look she gets when fighting finally makes sense to me!

Blood lycans do love their hunts, Aurora says with an amused giggle.

Allen snorts at that.

It also means Ill have a lot more trouble to deal with down the road, doesnt it? Especially since the Knights are bound to have recognized the scent that boy described assuming theyre watching.

If shes truly Whites daughter, then they likely already knew about her anyways, Aurora says, making Allen sigh.

Starting to think Im the only one who didnt know at this point even if thats far from the truth.

Allen suddenly feels Cynthia lightly tightening her grip on his hand, bringing his gaze to his wife as she says, Shell tell us eventually. Count on it.

A few seconds pass before Allen nods and says, Yeah, Im sure she will.