It’s Funny How Love Starts (IFHLS Book 1)

I had never been in Lucas’ office but it was what I imagined it to be.

The spacious room covered in expensive furnishings of mahogany, made the office seem more like a CEO’s office. It wasn’t surprising Lucas had the best furniture since he lived the expensive life.

“Please, sit down,” Lucas said politely, gesturing to the couches. The five Elders sat down, looking all business and serious. They were all unscathed, their young faces unfitting for such grim faces but they were beautiful in their own way.

I noticed Amos and Grayson in the faces of the five. Amos gave me a smile but he looked tired out, probably from using his ability too much. I knew I was tired.

The other three strangers could have been easily in their thirties but it was hard to tell with werewolves aging slowly. The one on the far left of the couch next to Amos was a guy with mysterious green eyes like a cat that seemed like he could peer into anything you’re thinking about although his spiked up hair seemed to resemble wolverine. His sandy brown hair and his paleness seemed unique and fascinating but what set him different from the others was a long, thin scar on his perfect porcelain skin that started from the end of his right eye and trailed down to the end of his cheekbone. It didn’t make him look ugly but more warrior-like than any of the other four. He didn’t seem to hide it but showed it with confidence which made the scar actually look attractive.

Amos’ right side was occupied by Grayson whose dark hair ruffled messily from all the action that he had been through. His face was purely tanned and his black eyes seemed to light up like black diamonds although his arched eyebrow made him look deceiving.

On Grayson’s right sat two guys who looked similar in face structure, both cheekbones well angled and nose leveled to perfection. The one directly next to Grayson had dark brown eyes that could swoon any girl. His dirty blonde hair and slight sign of stubs on his chin made him more attractive. The last guy had the same stubby chin but his eyes were clear blue crystals and his black hair was styled into a short hairstyle.

There was no point in denying. These guys looked absolutely amazing and looked as if they walked out of a magazine cover.

“Let us start,” Lucas suggested, leading his team which included Zane, Jace, and me to the remaining couches. Travis lingered back but I pulled him along to the couches. Amos looked at me confused, knowing I had my reasons for Travis to be here but the remanding members of the Elders were not pleased.

“What is a human, above all, a werewolf hunter doing here?” Amos asked confused, trying to understand why I was with him.

“That’s complicated,” Zane interrupted, “but if we all sit down and listen I’m sure he can explain everything.” Zane gave Travis a look and he nodded in agreement.

The Elders shifted in their seat, all of them openly giving Travis a hostile look, except Amos. He seemed distraught but too interested.

For the next ten minutes Travis explained everything up to the point he left. “When I came back to the hunter’s base, I told the leaders that I failed the mission and I gave up and they left me at that saying that they had something bigger in plan. I eavesdropped on their meeting and found out they were planning to attack this mansion because it was rumored that the five Elders were all attending Lucas’ party and since the hunter’s community has been flourishing with new members, they decided to attack directly this time. When they were gathering all the people I asked if I could join to fulfill my failed mission but I was planning to warn you guys instead. The leaders were suspicious and although they let me go, they kept a watchful eye that I was with them the whole time so my plan ultimately failed. When the battle actually started, I fought on your side and met up with Zane and Alexia afterwards and together we managed to kill good bunch of them.” When Travis stopped, silence hung in the air as everyone sat there and consumed everything he had said.

“You said you promised to find more inside information about the murder case of Alaric and Marie Maxilum. What have you found anything?” Grayson asked. Everyone immediately tensed when we heard the mention of our parents’ name.

“Yes, I have,” Travis replied confidently. “There was a hunter who was outside of the Maxilum’s estate. You know how hunters look for stupid reasons to kill your race. He was probably looking for any excuses to attack and when he saw the fire he called it in to headquarters. By the time one of the squads got there, there was no sign of him. He’s been MIA ever since.”

“And your point?” the guy with the intense brown eyes asked impatiently.

“Logan, patience,” Grayson chided. “Please, continue.” Logan rolled his eyes, crossed his arms as if bored but he waited for Travis to continue.

“The man said that he saw the person who started to fire. He was about to tell us his description but then the connection was cut off,” Travis finished.

“That makes things different,” Amos muttered, getting up from the couch. He paced around, thinking about something that distracted him.

“Amos, something’s on your mind. You might as well speak it now since we’re all gathered here in one room,” advised the guy with the cat’s eye.

“It’s not that simple, Wyatt,” Amos replied, “but I guess we need to explain Alexia’s presence in the battle.”

“You were the mastermind of this mess? Why did you even let her in battle? Her blood would have been in your hands!” Lucas spat out the questions, getting ready to through himself at Amos but I caught his hand before he flung himself which instantly made him back down a bit but he was still insanely angry.

“How dare you speak to an Elder like that? You would be punished if this was all under normal circumstances,” Grayson boomed, his deep voice vibrating in the room with energy. Lucas sat there engulfed in his anger but he knew he couldn’t do anything. They would all take him down before he could cause any damage.

“I told you I can take care of myself,” I said sternly to Lucas. “Uncle Amos?” I looked up at Amos, pleading him to forget about Lucas’ outburst and go on with what he had to say.

“Yes, dear. Well, Alexia,” Amos said, turning around addressing to the people on the couches, “has the special gift of healing.”

“Blasphemy!” Logan scoffed. “There hasn’t been one since the beginning of time.”

“Well, she did bring Zane back to life after the silver bullet shot his back and killed him,” Amos said a little too unsympathetic. “And as you can see, Zane is with us here today all full and alive,” he pointed at Zane who didn’t like the curious stares he received.

“That’s beyond her level considering that it was her first time healing anyone without even knowing she had those powers,” the blue eyed guy exclaimed.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“What Aiden said is true,” Grayson said, thinking thoughtfully. I thought I could see the gears turning inside his head.

“She’s a Maxilum. They aren’t originals,” Lucas said, confused.

At that, everyone stopped their thinking and looked between Amos and me.

“Yes, I was meaning to tell Alexia and Zane earlier but…things have been not going according to plan,” Amos said slowly. “But you see, Alexia isn’t a Maxilum nor is she Zane’s sister. She was adopted.”