Tempest of Wrath and Vengeance (Legacy, #3)

by Melissa K. Roehrich

“Their queen will seek her vengeance, Tessa. Make no mistake.” “We are counting on it.” “Her vengeance will know no bounds.” “Then she will know my wrath, just as you have.”

“There is no way they know she’s essentially Achaz, Zinta, Arius, and Serafina. They would have already killed her,” Theon said. “They would have never let her get this strong or this powerful.” “Unless Jove thought he could control her.” “Control the uncontrollable,” Theon muttered. “It all goes back to that stupid prophecy.”

“You are not supposed to be here,” a voice hissed, moments before he was yanked backwards by one of the beings. Luka whirled to find a gold dagger at his throat and a female standing beside the phantom being. These had to be the Hunters Tristyn had warned them about. The female was beautiful in a haunting sort of way. Tall and lithe, her raven hair was stark against her pale skin. It was woven into a simple plait, strands of gold interspersed among it. Her gown was gold, and so were the bangles on her wrists. Her eyes, though, were bright violet as they glared at him. “Did she call to you? Or were you sent?” the female demanded. “I don’t know what that means,” Luka replied. “We shall see, young warlord,” she sneered, before her hand shot out, slamming into his chest. Luka lurched to his feet, tripping over the mess of blankets and pillows as he looked around wildly, blinking sleep from his eyes. He was still at his cave. It was still dark. His black flames still cast a low glow over the space. He was still alone. But somehow, he’d also just been in one of Tessa’s visions, and he didn’t know what the fuck to do with that.

“My son is here with you? Separated from his Ward?” Tessa blinked in surprise. “That is your question?” The male only nodded, his eyes never leaving her. “Yes,” she answered. “He said Theon sent him to me, but I do not know if I believe him.” “Either way, there is only one instance that would allow him to put another before his Ward.” “And what is that?” The male tipped his head back, his eyes falling closed. She could swear a small smile played on his lips as he murmured more to himself than her, “She is going to hate this.”

“You again?” demanded a female voice. And before he could turn around, he was yanked from the vision once more.

“Together, beautiful. I wanted them to fear what we would be together,” he corrected, every part of him going on high alert as what appeared to be flecks of gold and silver ashes—or maybe they were embers?—flickered in the air around her.

“My Guardian,” Theon said, opening his eyes and meeting Razik’s shocked gaze. “And if your queen is to be believed, he’s also your brother.”

And with each death, it strengthened. With each life it took, her hope of regaining any semblance of control lessened.

"They are Trackers," she answered. "You mean they are relatives of the Trackers," Theon clarified. Auryon shook her head. "No. They are Trackers. From the god realms. Arius gifted a litter of Trackers to Temural as a gift when his powers emerged. These are from that litter.”