The Legacy of Kilkenny (38 page)

“
Hmph
.”
 
My dad grumbled.
 
“Actually, I’m glad you’re both together, it keeps me from having to repeat myself.
 
I’m here regarding Shaynie.
 
I just left her room. I heard her crying when I was walking by.”
 
Oakley and I were shocked.

“Is everything okay?”
 
I was totally in disbelief.

“She is a sensitive girl Pru.
 
I guess she feels like an outsider.
 
Bryon has done a good job of entertaining her but when he isn’t around she feels left out.
 
You and Abel went out for a ride and you didn’t invite her to go with you.”

“What?
 
You’re kidding me?
 
She is crying because I didn’t invite her out for a drive with my student.
 
That is ludicrous.
 
I’ve asked her to go run with me, I’ve invited her to go shopping. I’ve
tried
being a good hostess to her.
 
I didn’t ask for her to come here so I don’t understand why
I
have to be the one to make her feel welcome.”
 
I was seething.
 

“That might be true Pru, but she is a guest here until we figure out if she is a good fit for our Pack.
 
Until that time, I expect you make sure she is welcome to tag along with you.
 
This” he flung his hand back and forth between Oakley and I and the television. “Would have been a good opportunity to invite her into your room.
 
She may have liked watching a movie with you both.
 
I’m not going to limit your time together, Oakley and Pru, but do know that I do not want a full blown boyfriend girlfriend situation.
 
I am fully aware that you both have imprinted on each other that is obvious.
 
I can’t control you in a relationship because that goes against the laws of nature, but I am ordering you both to practice some self control.
 
Understood?”
 

“Understood.”
 
We said in unison.

“I’ll do what I can for Shaynie, but I’m not going to deal with some chick that can’t keep her emotions in check.
 
That is one of the first things we learn, don’t they teach that to them in the Dallas order?
 
Never mind.
 
Like I said, I’ll be nice to her but there are times she can’t hang out with Abel and me.
 
Actually, there are a lot of times she can’t be with us.
 
Hell, I take her to school, I share my house with her when she could have gone to Choctaw.
 
Why don’t you get Vince or one of the guys to play nice with her?”
 
I was feeling just a little bit snarky about this turn of events with the little Miss. Shaynie.
 

My dad stood up and headed for the door.
 
“I will talk to the guys and your mother, but keep in mind, she relates to you because you’re close to her age.
 
I’ve got to get back to Choctaw; I have a meeting with one of the chain grocery stores about carrying our jellies.
 
I want all of you to come out there later this week. I want you to have a complete plan for the next new moon and Allie.
 
After Father’s Day we have to take care of Abel, time is running short. I sensed it in him today when we squared off against each other.”

I got up to hug him.
 
“I don’t have a plan about Allie, I’ll come up with something though.
 
Quick question.
 
Have you ever heard of an antidote for the vampire virus?
 
Something that is effective if done within the first year?”
 
I didn’t think telling him about the run in with Arien was a good idea right now.

“I’ve heard that before, but I’ve never heard of anyone finding it.
 
Good night, and remember no mating.”
 
He kissed me on the forehead.

“Oh gross dad.
 
Bye.”
 
I locked my door behind him.
 
“
Ohmigod
, that was so close!”

“He’s right Pru.
 
We aren’t any good to Abel if we’re not focusing on him.”
 
He pulled me onto his lap.

“You’re so kidding me.
 
You’re not buying into that are you?”
 
I asked.

“Pru, it doesn’t matter, we’ll be together soon.
 
If we’re doing this next month, it is just around the corner.”
 

I knew he was right, but I wasn’t going to admit it.
 
“Okay, but I still want to kiss when we can.”
 
I leaned in kissing him ever so lightly.
 
“What about Shaynie?”

“It seems fishy.
 
I don’t get a good vibe from her.
 
I’ve been trying but she pulls off this impression that she is superwoman and then she is crying in her room because you didn’t invite her out to play?
 
Yeah, that just doesn’t sit well with me.
 
I’m going to monitor her a little closer.
 
As a matter of fact, why don’t you text me when she’s around so I can make sure she isn’t up to something.
 
I might even check out her room this week.”
 
He gave me a big hug and told me goodnight.

I lay there saying my prayers, thanking God for all of the good things that have happened to me, and praying for guidance regarding Abel.
 
I prayed that Oakley was safe when we’re apart.
 
I prayed for all of the wolves, the little cub wolves that were being killed because of over population.
 
I prayed that those states would find a better solution.
 
I prayed for all of the werewolves out there that were all alone and not understanding what was happening to them, and for the rogues that they would find their way.
 
My mind was slipping to sleep mode as it did during my prayers every night.
 

It was so cold, and dark.
 
I was on a street but there wasn’t anything else but the streetlights around.
 
No houses or buildings, nothing just a paved road with streetlights.
 
A woman appeared at the end of the street,
 
her dress was illuminated and as she walked closer to me each streetlight would go out, a little ball of light bouncing from the pole to the woman’s white illuminated gown.

“Hello Pru, you’ve really grown up since the last time we met.”
 
The woman said softly.
 
She stood there like Glenda the good witch, hands out and a ridiculous smile on her face.
 

“I don’t recall meeting you before.
 
Who are you?
 
And where are we?”
 
I insisted my hands in front of me palms up in a question pose.

“We’re in
your
thoughts, this is the place you decided to meet.
 
I’m unaware as to why.
 
I can alter it as needed,” she said in a British accent.
 
A huge ornate chair appeared and she took a seat.
 
I looked around and we were now on some kind of stage inside a school auditorium.
 
My dreams have always been really strange,
kinda
in a Disney meets Freddy way.
 
I don’t know how many times I waken up singing and then I’ll have the song stuck in my head all day the following day. “Who are you?”
 
I asked again.

“My name is
Whiltierna
, you can call me
Whilly
,” she said.

“You’re Irish, I wouldn’t have thought that since you have a
Brittish
accent.
 
Why are you here?”
  
I ask.
 
Strangely I felt unexplainably comfortable.

“I’m here as a friend.
 
You called to me before and I helped you with what I could.
 
I don’t really have a name but if you insist on giving me one, Glenda will work for me.”
 
She smiled brightly at me.
 
“I’m your spirit guide so to speak.
 
I’ve walked with you for many years but you’ve only called to me once before.
 
You were very
very
young and you thought you had seen me, and truth be told, you had.
 
We talked about your dreams and your friend Josie.
 
How is she?
 
I haven’t seen her around.”
 

“She left us.
 
I don’t know why, but I think she thought she was bringing danger to us and left.
 
Does she know about you?”
 
I asked.
 
Everything seemed so normal now.
 
I pulled up a chair that had appeared and sat facing
Whilly
, talking like old friends.

“Of course she knows about me.
 
I’ve known her spirit guide for many lives, we always find a way to intermingle our friendships.
 
We bring people together who should know each other.
 
I’d love to sit around and chit-chat with you but I really can’t stay like this.
 
You called on me so what can I do for you?”
 
She swept her black bangs over and tucked them behind her ear.
 
She had brown eyes and looked like Snow White with her pale complexion and the white-lighted dress and black hair.
 
She laced her fingers together and sat so prim and proper waiting for me to answer her.

“I don’t know.”
 
I was really confused.
 
“Maybe it has something to do with the note left on my car.
 
It said there is a cure for the vampire virus.
 
I need to know where to find it?”

“That is a tough one dear but I think you’ll be pleased to know that Josie and her coven may have the answer to that.
 
She is a protector of secrets, something you might not know.
 
Part of being a protector is keeping the secret that you are one.
 
I’m immune to earthly rules so I can blab all I want.
 
The only people that I can’t keep secrets from are my charges…. You happen to be one of them.
 
Slightly confusing I know, but her coven guards the secrets of the supernatural world.
 
The Council doesn’t even know who the keepers are.
 
I hope that helps you my friend.
 
You must remember that the Protectors are secret and no one can know who they are.”
 
Her dress started fading and she looked up and around as though she was worried someone would see her.
 
“I must go.
 
Bye”

And she was gone.
 
I sat on the stage looking around wondering why I was still sitting there.
 
For reasons unbeknownst to me I went and stood in the center of the stage and broke out singing “The Sun Will Come Out Tomorrow
”
from “Annie.”
 
I’m not a good singer, would be an understatement.
 
My voice is too husky and not in a jazzy blues-singer kind of way.
 
In our dreams we do the oddest things and accept them as normal.
 

The sound of applause erupted from the audience of chairs.
 
I looked out and Arien sat there clapping.

“That was delightful, Love.”
 
Arien said

I slumped my head forward shaking it back and forth.
 
Of course.
 
I have no escape from the vampire from hell.
 
“Arien.
 
Why are you here?”
 

“Oh love, I simply can’t get enough of you.”
 
He magically appeared directly in front of me.
 
His cold hands reached up and pushed my hair off of my shoulders.
 
“You know something? I think your hair would be very sexy if you wore it short.”
 
He gave me a toothy grin.

“I’m trying to sleep, why are you here?”
 
I snapped at him.

He held his hands out if front of him.
 
“Princess Pru, you’re the one that invited me to visit.
 
I didn’t appear on my own this time.
 
You did that sleep walker class with those fools in Ireland right?
 
You summoned me, I’m stuck in your head like a bad song.
 
So what do
you
want Pru?”
 
He walked around me in a circle, never taking his eyes off my eyes, my head twisting around to follow his walk.
 
“Could you be secretly harboring feelings for me?”
 
He flashed me another grin.
 
“I can smell the pheromones from you, are you looking for a real lover?
 
You need someone that can really make you howl?”
 
He threw his head back and howled.
 
In an instant he was directly in front of me.
 
“So, Pru, what can I
do
for you.”
  
He arched his eyebrow at me.