were no better. The amount of lives that have been taken because of their decisions, blinded by their reckless hate, their inability to move forward. It will not go unpunished."
"You knew," I whisper to Levi, who hangs his head.
"I did, but I could not intervene. It was forbidden. Once the Angels returned to Avalon, we were forbidden to interfere in the dealings of those who dwelled in this realm. The gateways were sealed to stop those of us from crossing over. We have only been able to return upon orders, with strict missions. To deviate from those would have meant we'd be cast out. Never able to return."
"What changed?" Creek asks from across the room, still trying to get a grip on the anger inside him.
"My orders changed. I could help, on this one occasion, but only me. I could bring no others to help," he says softly.
"I am sorry, for Evie, for Ethan, for not being able to speak of any of it. It needed to be you that remembered. You, Remy, you are the balance. It is a heavy burden to carry, but it is yours. The weavings of destiny in the forest that day made it so after your choice was made, to not let anger cloud your heart, to fight for what you believed in. It is why you discovered Kain, Roman, the others, and that you didn't kill them, for whatever reasons in that lifetime. It is why they couldn't find it in themselves to kill you. We are all bound to you, on the path you must walk, to try and find the balance again. Put it back to what it was before your grandfather and the other Elders tipped the scales."
I sigh at his words and my shoulders droop. Just another thing to worry about.
"How does this all link to the hybrids?" Kain asks, his eyes still sad, but I can see he is trying to keep focused.
"I do not know yet," Levi says with a sigh. "I am not even sure it does, but we'll need the help of all of the factions if Demons are involved. It is the only way we won before, and even then, I had an army of Angels."
"Well, then we shall deal with the hybrids, and hope that in doing so, it helps us with the fated balance. If not, we can deal with it later," I say and stand, trying not to let the weight of everything I've learnt today cripple me. "We need to know more about the Demons, about the magic used to help bind the hybrids. The Laveau line traces right back to the War of the Fallen, right?"
"Yes, it was a Laveau girl who was tricked into opening the doorway, it was her who cast the curse of the Lycans."
"Then we need Marie and Fallon," I say, and they each nod, except for Roman who just growls.
"The archives," I whisper, looking to Creek. "We need your mom too."
"There is no way I'm letting you anywhere near the Hunters," Roman’s words rip from him, as if all of his control is going into not turning. In keeping his anger controlled.
"Roman," I say softly, and walk over to him.
"Don't, Remy. I don't want to hurt you." His fingers curl into the arms of the chair, his arms shaking.
"Just let go. You won't hurt me," I say to him softly, and his eyes glow as they meet mine.
"No, my wolf does not own me," he says through gritted teeth.
"Maybe, I'd like to meet your wolf," I say, cocking my head to the side.
"Remy, maybe you should listen to him," Creek says wearily while the other two wait, on edge, to jump in if they need to.
"No, his wolf won't hurt me. His wolf just wants to make sure I'm okay," I tell them all, and I see the moment that Roman lets go. I take a small step back as he rises to his feet before the flash of light blinds me momentarily. When I blink, I see him before me, the huge midnight black wolf, staring back at me with glowing silver eyes. He growls when Creek stands, but I step towards the wolf.
"Maybe you guys should leave the room," I say softly, as I run my hand over the soft, thick pelt of fur, dark as night.
"I think she is right," Kain says, standing and leading Creek from the room who looks reluctant to leave. "You and I can both perish," he