Haydrian smiled as he watched his siblings rant over who had the bird shifter. This would teach Raevyn for interfering where he didn’t belong; and until he fixed what he fucked up he wasn’t getting the shifter back. Did he feel guilty the shifter’s mate was worried? No, from what the shifter said the mate didn’t want him anyway. It was all just an excuse because Haydrian knew for a fact Dominic absolutely adored his mate. But sometimes things happened and people got hurt.
Looking across the chamber, his gaze came to rest on the shifter Nico where he lay in slumber and would remain so because this way he wouldn’t hurt with the separation. Maybe he should have grabbed Raevyn’s mate instead but when the opportunity arose he couldn’t help himself. Though guilt ate at him just a little he suppose he should at least tell the man his mate was okay and give Raevyn the choice of fix what he broke or say goodbye to his mate’s brother.
Haydrian appeared in the throne room startling more than a few of the occupants. Mainly because as of until today they knew nothing about the true Sentinels and here, today they have come in contact with not one but three of them four if you count the fact that some had already met Simian.
“I heard you were looking for me?” A smirk tugged at his lips as he stared at his brother. “I’m here, what do you want?”
A growl emanated from his brother vicinity, when the mate stepped around Raevyn his gaze was locked on Haydrian and for a moment Haydrian fought the urge to take a step back.
“I am the Queran of the first born, and you already know what we want. We want my brother back – NOW!”
“Not going to happen, little man. You want your brother back than get your mate to fix what he tore apart. If and when he has done that then and only then will I send back the shifter.” Turning to Dominic he added. “I promise you no harm will befall your mate while he is in my care. I have no intent to keep him forever just until my idiot brother does what I want.” He was prepared as Crimson threw himself at Haydrian, the moment they made contact he wrapped his arms around the mate and disappeared.
The cursing coming from Crimson was to be expected but now he had the added bonus to make Raevyn re-think his stance on the situation. Brushing his hand over the top of Crimson’s head he whispered, “Sleep.” When the fight went out of the Queran he walked over and gently laid him on the bed beside his brother. Casting a spell he wanted to make sure he kept Raevyn from locating the whereabouts of his mate. It shouldn’t take long for Raevyn to work out just what he had done and how he was meant to fix it.
But then again even with being first born Raevyn wasn’t the smartest among them – this fate befell upon the youngest of them all.
Sitting at his desk he stared out his window and wondered just how long it would take the rest of his siblings to seek him out and try and reason with him. Simian and Malacyte would want him to do the noble thing and return the mates. Scarpeous on the other hand would seriously think it was funny. Their father had forbidden them from interfering with each other’s mating’s but that hadn’t stopped Raevyn from doing what he did all those years ago, but it was the reason why none of them interfered when Malacyte took the young Shayler away with him. Even though most of them debated whether it was a good idea at splitting the brothers up, but in the end they went along with Malecyte’s choice. Haydrian knew for a fact that Malacyte had yet to claim the young male as his own even though both loved each other very much, he had often pondered on the why of it.
Whereas in his case he couldn’t claim either of his mates until Raevyn set everything back to rights. Kendo and Mohali needed to remember their past and their bond before they could move forward into their next level with him. He couldn’t move forward without his mates and he needed to move on. Being stuck in limbo was not a happy place where he could look at his mates but not touch. Over the years he had become friends with both of them and neither of them knowing who he was to either of them.
Getting up, Haydrian walked into his viewing room and stared deep into the mirrored surface before him. Even though he was waging war with his brother, he knew deep down he still had to keep an eye on the current war. As he watched he witnessed as Tondran entered yet another village seeking more warriors to replace those who Raevyn had killed.
The war for control of Simian was still to come and it was going to be a war where everyone had to choose a side. There was no in-between on the war of good and evil; you simply where one or the other. He knew which side he and his brothers had to stand on, but there needed to be harmony between them all so they didn’t destroy what they were born into existence to protect.
As his thoughts shifted the viewing surface fragmented and reformed into two very different scenes where he watched his mates live their lives without him. Mohali working in his shop fixing the nets of the local fisherman; so alone yet somewhat at piece with his lot in life. Kendo on the other hand was running around the castle like the busy man his life had become sadness washed over Haydrian at his loss. Closing he eyes he wiped clean the viewing surface and returned to the outer room. He stopped dead still in shock at the two figure standing before him. one so familiar even though they had not lain eyes on each other in many years and the other the spitting images of the heartbroken man he left in the presence of the kings – the only difference being this man had hair that reach down to mid-thigh.
“Brother, we need to talk.”