Chapter 163: Chapter Twenty-Seven

Mason

The Watchers.

My brothers.

Gadreel’s brothers—they all left.

I watched the fire crackle and spit while Serenity made me another batch of cookies. I could feel her anxiety through that invisible thread that mating created. She needed to do something.

And she understood nothing.

Vampires weren’t often told about the werewolves’ origin. It wasn’t their typical bedtime story. If it had been they’d feel inferior, and wolves always kept to themselves.

Every immortal had a purpose.

We were capable of supernatural healing as a gift from The Creator; it came directly from him, the power.

The smell of cookies filled the living room until my mouth watered, and when she brought me a plate, I couldn’t take it fast enough.

I was mid-bite when Serenity spoke. “What did they mean when they said it was impossible for us to mate?”

I finished the cookie and swallowed the last of it then turned to her. “Mortal enemies?”

“That’s not even true, and you know it.” At least she smiled.

I pulled her into my lap just as Cassius swept into the room and sat.

I gave him a glare that would have sent anyone packing.

It only seemed to amuse him more as he stole one of my cookies, popped it in his mouth, and reached for another. I growled. He still took it.

He was lucky I liked him and didn’t bite his head off.

“So…” Cassius leaned forward. “…I assume all the puzzle pieces fit now?”

Serenity blushed bright.

I clenched my teeth.

“Oh, not those. I knew those would, er… fit.” He moved in his seat as if he were uncomfortable then smiled. “I meant your need for blood, your need to feed, to taste, to fill.”

“Vampires…” I said the word softly. “gave me blood, and because it would never stay within my body and keep me healthy, they used angelic blood to bond it into my body, enough blood to kill Gadreel, to give me his essence.”

“More or less.” Cassius shrugged. “Which is why we were so concerned when Bannick was trying to do this again with his brothers, and yet every host kept dying… every human, every immortal. Alex would have been strong enough, but he was nothing compared to you.” Cassius’s face turned grave. “You were but a child, a bairn in your mother’s arms.”

I smiled at his use of bairn.

“He should have died?” Serenity asked.

“Adult immortals would have suffered greatly, but the vampire blood mixed with werewolf blood…” He shrugged. “Why do you think it is frowned upon for immortals to mate?”

Serenity rolled her eyes. “Immortals would die off if they tried mating with one another. There are never children.”

Cassius stood and gave us a funny look. “Oh, but there was one.”

“What?” Mason slid the plate away from Cassius. “Who?”

Cassius looked between myself and Serenity and whispered. “Guess.”