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"So, Roberto," Onyx suggested.
"That's her father, correct?" Milo clarified.
"Yes," Neo replied.
"Then he's the Guardian in this scenario. The High Court being would assign another individual to Willow so that when the possibility of her rising to the chair became clearer, the Master-Disciple bond of fate would activate. That's actually the hardest part of the process because the activation is rather chaotic in nature and draws attention. The bigger the catastrophe, the more powerful the fated bond. Finally, the roles will reverse once it's officially time for the chosen child to ascend to their role in the realms of the High Court, but again, that's decades later, when the Disciple will become the Master and their previous Master will become the Disciple."
He paused again before he added, "Most fated bonds in the books are married individuals."
"Willow isn't married yet," Saint pointed out.
Milo shook his head. "I mean, they're married because once the fated bond is activated, they're unable to go their separate ways."
"Damn," I whispered.
We were all quiet before a jolt of shock seemed to rush through the bond and give us mental zaps.
"Fuck!" we cursed, and all looked at Dimitris, whose eyes were wide.
"Dimitris?" Neo muttered in annoyance. "What the hell?"
Dimitris clearly wasn't paying attention, his eyes on one person in this room. We all followed his gaze until we looked at Viktor.
Then it clicked.
"Holy fucking shit," Saint cursed. "Viktor?"
Viktor was quiet for a long moment, but suddenly the possibility didn't feel like a probability anymore.
"Viktor," Onyx whispered. "What was the real reason you went to Russia?"
Viktor couldn't hide the flicker of sadness before he revealed the truth.
"My mother passed away, and...my father will be moving on shortly as well."
"How...would you know?" I whispered, but Milo responded instead, "Your father relied on your mother's star to thrive."
It took a second for Viktor to get what he was implying, and he took a steady breath.
"This stays between us until I can guarantee Willow's safety," he emphasized, and it was hard to tell whether he was nervous, in pain, or just trying to figure shit out in his head before it came flooding out.
When we all nodded, he took a deep breath and let it out.
"My real name is Vincenzo Huxley. I’m one of the last warlock hybrids of Silver Wolves Pack," he revealed. "Both my parents are a part of the High Court...and my father's chair is the very one that's about to become vacant."
The chair his father chose Willow to sit upon.
There was no doubt now in my mind that we'd just put the final puzzle piece together.
Willow was about to claim the most powerful spot in the supernatural realm after becoming the richest woman in NYC, awakening her royal status and wolf, and becoming surrounded by a pack of endangered wolves.
We were just figuring out the immense power we now carried within our pack, but the outside world, or at least those fighting desperately to halt what Mother Moon had in store for us, saw the truth.
The world was desperate to get a bite of Willow's ripe fruit, but they didn't want just a taste.
They either want her in their possessionlike a rare blood rose...or they'll stop at nothing to poison her roots.
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