Academy’s Rise Trilogy Book 3
Our biggest fight is yet to come.
I watched my sisters claim their fated mates with my heart full for their happiness.
Now it’s time to face my own mates. Two of them have been at my side, and I’m waiting for my third. After all, it’s now a family tradition to have three mates. I wonder if reality can be as good as the fictional worlds I love to live in.
Our world isn’t all rainbows and hellhound puppies. There’s something coming bigger than any of us have ever faced.
Now that I’ve tapped into my massive powers, I will do what it takes to save my family and my mates. I’ve had just about enough running and hiding behind wards and our sentries. It’s time to end the threat from Hell once and for all.
Enough is enough.
“The Collective would like to bestow our highest Medal of Honor onto Elijah Bradburn posthumously.” She turned to her left, where Tala stood, holding a black jewelry box. “This medal has only been given a handful of times over the years, and only for acts of bravery on behalf of the High Alpha. Elijah will be commemorated in our government building with a plaque, and a painting of his handsome face will be hung in our Hall of Honor.”
Mom turned to face the Bradburns, where they stood opposite my sisters and me. “In addition, the Bradburn children will be given scholarships for the University, should they choose that path in life.” That had been my idea. I thought Sarah might appreciate her remaining children not becoming sentries. If the University was free to them, we hoped they’d opt to take that route.
Mom stepped forward and handed the Bradburns the medal. Joe remained frozen in place, his eyes on his son’s body, but Sarah gave my mother a sad smile and mouthed, “Thank you.”
Mom turned back to the pyre and nodded at Papa. “Elijah Bradburn, rise high in death. May your place among the ancestors be honored, and your joy shine upon us.” She put her right fist over her heart, then bowed again for a solid minute, while the sounds of the flames filled the air. I funneled a little magic toward the fire and pushed the smoke up and away from the crowd.
The flames moved quickly, and I realized Meda was giving them a little push, having them engulf Elijah’s body and remove the sight of their son’s burning corpse from the view of his parents.
We stood at the fire until the pyre was completely engulfed, then my mother stepped back, a sign that the crowd could quietly disburse. Before anyone moved, a silky-smooth voice carried through the air. “What a shame.”
We whirled, my niswi into defensive crouches. My mom gasped when she saw who stood behind us. As soon as our sentries saw the niswi move in front of Mom, they did the same to us.
A tall woman with long white-blonde hair stood behind us, dabbing at her eyes. She wore a full-length black dress, fitted to her voluptuous form.
“Hello, Kane, Jillian.” The blonde-haired beauty nodded in their direction. “Such a sad day. Elijah was a bright boy. It’s always hard when they’re taken young, isn’t it?”
“Trinity,” my Dad growled. “How in the hell are you here?”
“Haven’t you heard? I had a funeral of my own to attend. You’ll remember the death of my daughter? Calista.”