Chapter 269 A Fate Worse than Death


    “So what do we do now?” Felix asked to no one in particr once they were all gathered in Lord


    Brarthroroz’s suite.


    The guards had been instructed to let them know as soon as Lexi began to stir and Allen stood in the


    doorway to Lord Brarthroroz’s suite so that he could run to their room as soon as she showed any


    signs of waking up.


    “The first thing we should be doing is getting my stubborn mate back to her bed in the hospital so that


    she can get the rest that…”


    “Not a chance Adam.” Ann glowered, “I’ve been out of action long enough and if I need to rest then I


    would much rather do so in thefort of our own chambers.”


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    “But, what if you need intervention from the doctors again? Think of the pups. What if…” Adam tried to


    reason with her but Ann’s loud impatient sigh stopped him in his tracks.


    “What if the sky falls and we’re all buried?!” Maeve yelled suddenly in Ann’s head and it took everything


    in her to not snort loudly.


    “Maeve thinks you’re being dramatic, and just for the record, so do I.” Ann answered sternly,


    “Regardless of whether I am at full health or not, I still have responsibilities to see to. There are far less


    interruptions in our own suite here, than in the infirmary, and to be perfectly honest, I’m desperate to


    get back to the pce and begin making it our home.” She continued a little less severely.


    Adam was clearly displeased with her stubbornness, but she didn’t care. There was still far too much to


    be rectified before she could even consider moving them back to the pce and the more time that she


    spent holed up at the infirmary, the less time she was able to put into managing and resolving the


    important issues that needed to be seen to immediately.


    “Look, we know that the rogue’s are on the run now, and thest pockets of resistance along our


    borders are being cleared as we speak. So that’s one major issue resolved, but we still have the


    escaped convicts and Narcissa, her damn Excidium Coven and your damn brother…no offense Lord


    Brarthroroz.” Ann continued a little more gently with a nod to Lexi’s father, who smiled gently.


    “No offense taken at all. He’s been a thorn in my side for centuries, as I’m sure Jasper was for Felix.”


    He shrugged casually as Felix nodded sombrely.


    “I won’t lie, he was always good to me as a brother while I was small, but I had no idea about his…


    depraved and violent nature back then. As I got older, we shed a lot and eventually he was more or


    less exiled from our family…never officially though. It was an open secret amongst the nobles, one that


    was never publicly acknowledged, but everyone was fully aware of.” Felix stated quietly, “I’ll await the


    DNA testing to ensure that it was Jasper that Lexi killed before I notify my parents though. You never


    know… he was a slippery little bastard and who knows whether or not he had somehow managed to


    create an impostor.”


    “Do you really think that’s a possibility?” Ann asked with a frown.


    “Felix is right to be cautious,” Adam added, “I wouldn’t put anything past him. The corpse is too charred


    for facial recognition, so we’ll be relying on dental analysis and any tissue samples that they can gather


    for DNA analysis. We should have the results in a day or two.”


    “Alright then.” Ann nodded, “So that leaves the issue of the missing reconnaissance team. What do we


    know about it so far?”


    “Not a great deal I’m afraid. I spoke with themander of our forces here and thanks to being


    severely underfunded for years under your…erm…” Allen cleared his throat awkwardly as he looked


    between Ann and Adam, not wanting to offend Ann nor provoke his Alpha’s irritation by being


    insensitive.


    “It’s okay Allen. I know my father was ipetent.” Ann smiled reassuringly at him for him to continue,


    but Allen still felt a little awkward and rubbed his neck sheepishly.


    “Well, yes… I guess you know where I’m going with that,” He grimaced as Ann smiled gently and


    gestured for him to continue, “So, essentially, our forces are nowhere near what they should be. With


    sending so many men already to deal with the rogues and with the party with Greyson … as well as the


    small reconnaissance team afterwards, well…we’re already under the necessary reserve force for


    defense of the enve and pce and surrounding viges. Until the team returns from clearing the


    last of the rogues, we don’t have any more to send.”


    Ann sighed in frustration. “Okay, but my question is, why haven’t they contacted us? Greyson was


    supposed to let us know when they arrived.”


    “We think we know, there’s a dead zone formunications in the area and they seem to be


    connected to monuments, or ritual sites that surround the area that Greyson and his men will have had


    to pass through. In theory, if we can destroy the sites, then we might be able to restore


    communications.”


    “Clever bastard.” Lord Brarthroroz chuckled darkly as everyone turned to look at him curiously.


    “Do you know what we’re dealing with?” Ann asked as he nodded somberly.


    “If it’s what I think it is, yes I do, but you aren’t going to like the options for taking them down.” He


    thought seriously for a moment, trying to think of a way in presenting the options for taking these sites


    down in a manner that wouldn’t horrify them, but there was really no way to say it nicely.


    “If it’s what I think it is, then those sites are sacrificial altars, or monuments. The barrier is constructed


    with the energy …souls if you will, of the people that were killed amongst those stones, or are held


    close by in a state between life and death, their consciousness hanging by a thread.”


    The mood turned sour almost instantly as the faces of everyone assembled darkened instantly. “Then


    how do we stop it? Can we tear the monuments down?”


    “You can tear the monuments down, but that won’t be enough by itself. You’ll need to either destroy the


    souls that are used to create the barrier, or find the captives and choose to end their misery, or sever


    their connection and allow them to live.”


    “Well of course we’ll let them live! Why would we choose anything else?!” Allen snapped.


    “Because without their souls, there will be no humanity left in them. No emotions, no feeling. They will


    remain soulless husks that retain no memories or attachments to their previous lives. Honestly, it’s a


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