There are a few ways to tell just how powerful a witch is. One, a witch that is able to cast spells without a wand is one clue. Two, a witch that is able to communicate via telephathy, although this is something many magae are able to do. The ability and talent to be able to do it though are quite advanced. And three, how old is the said witch? Witches are able to live longer than any other species with the exception of vampires.
When Zhiliary and Kara made love, Zhiliary always preferred to be on top. She enjoyed looking down at Kara, seeing her facial expressions from below, her flushed body and the way it craved for Zhiliary.
...or was Kara just acting.
"You were going to beat me," Kara said while Zhiliary was inside of her. Zhiliary stopped her movement, a bead of sweat trickled down her cheek. "And my sire even suggested it. You think of me as a betrayer."
"Let me just finished," Zhiliary pleaded.
"You can use your hands for that." Kara placed her palm on Zhiliary's chest and with a gust of wind, the Alpha was pushed off of her.
Thud!
She landed on the floor of the bed room, standing up to see Kara holding up the sheet around her upper torso, to keep her modesty. Zhiliary walked over to a chair and picked her clothes off it, and began to put them on.
"I was only ever loyal to you," Zhiliary said, putting her pants on.
"Oh, I'm sorry you weren't able to fuck with the kids," sarcastic tone with sarcastic words.
Zhiliary placed her shirt on and looked at the Omega, glaring at her. "An Omega is ready to mate when they reach their first heat regardless of age."
Kara was disgusted and shook her head. She got out from the bed to also put her clothes on. Zhiliary walked to her and took her hands, forcing the Omega to face her.
"I was patient with you. Waited until you were sixteen. I wanted you at twelve."
Kara snatched her hands away from Zhiliary at that admission.
Zhiliary's voice got louder. "But when I smelt you were in heat, your first heat, I thought Sous was going to take you. Besides, Monica would have came after me had I mated with you then."
Kara realized she didn't know much about Zhiliary regarding her history. She knew Zhiliary was the youngest to accomplish so much within the pack of Apex but who were her parents? When they had their ritual, it was just Kara's family and the leaders of the pack and their families.
This whole 'omegas are ready to mate when they first come into heat', this was not an Apex thought. Apex did not believe in mating that young.
The mansion in which Kara lived had a library and a few computers for research. It was one of the rooms she was proud of. She made it for Sous and her love of books. Kara, herself, didn't care too much to read.
She walked into the library and caught wind of one of the butler's. Kara appoarched him, asking if he were aware of the packs that believed in mating at first heat.
"There are many such packs," he said to her.
"Yes, but a pack close to Zhiliary."
"You do not know your Alpha's pack?" He asked her calmly.
Kara shook her head. She didn't. She never knew what Zhiliary's last name was and when they mated, Kara's last name, her pack name, became Zhiliary's pack name.
The butler's eyes flickered with something unreadable before he bowed slightly. "Perhaps the archives hold answers, Omegress. The eastern wing contains records of neighboring packs."
He gestured toward a shadowed corridor Kara rarely visited, where dust motes danced in slanted sunlight. His silence afterward felt heavier than words, a servant's careful neutrality masking layers of untold history.
Kara moved through the library's hushed grandeur, her footsteps muffled by thick rugs. Past towering shelves of leather-bound volumes smelling of aged paper and wood polish, she pushed open the heavy oak door to the eastern wing.
Cold air rushed out, carrying the scent of forgotten things, damp stone, brittle parchment, and the faint, sharp tang of old iron. Rows of filing cabinets stood like sentinels in the gloom, their labels faded.
"SOUS, HURRY UP AND SEE THIS!" Shadow Jr yelled out. Sous ran to catch up to her comrades. She exited from little baby basilisk's mouth and looked out to the horizon.
"Whoa!" Was all she could say at the city before her. It was a city looked to be paved in gold and silver, flying cars zoomed past her heading to and coming from this city. Blue and green screens popped up on the border of the city, keeping it secure and safe from outsiders.
All of this, all of this was underground. They exchanged looks and proceeded to walk toward the city. When they did, they were stopped by robots who guarded the perimeter and the pathway in.
Icarus landed next to the tall Alpha. He looked at Sous astonished. "I can't believe the elves built all of this."
"I can," Sous said. "I absolutely can!"
"Halt!" The robot said to them. "State your business."
Sous stepped forward. When she looked at Shadow, he nodded his head toward her. She was their Alpha after all. Shadow Jr. and Icarus watched from the back as well.
Sous turned to Icarus. "What are we here for, Icarus?"
"City council on behalf of Tania of Vania and Selene of Vania," he whispered. Sous repeated the lines but was confused on who Selene was, but she waited to see what the robots would do next.
They stood there, processing this new information and soon the doors to this underground city opened.
"Who's Selene," Sous asked Icarus.
"A witch, daughter of Kara Apex but was raised by the old witch of Vania," he answered.
"The one that turned you into a crow?" Icarus nodded his head. "She's still alive?"
Icarus laughed. "Of course, she is."
They walked onward into the city, coming to a map in which they had to examine to get to the council; in the meantime, Sous looked around to see all the elves.
"So this is where they went!"
Sous's breath caught as she took in the city's true scale. The golden streets weren't just paved, they glowed with a soft, internal light that pulsed like a heartbeat underfoot. Silver towers stretched impossibly high, their peaks vanishing into the cavern's mist-shrouded ceiling where bioluminescent fungi clustered like constellations.
The air hummed, thick with ozone and the low thrum of distant engines, carrying the crisp scent of polished metal and something floral, almost like jasmine.
Elves moved with fluid grace through the crowds, their features sharp and alien, eyes flickering with the same blue-green light as the holographic displays that danced above doorways. None spared the newcomers more than a cursory glance.