*LJ. Smith owns the Night World Series.*

It was Morgead who led Iona and Timmy to the Last Room, where spies in trial are being kept. Jez couldn't come with them no matter how much she begged the nurses, even standing her ground as the Wild Power didn't work –Jez had to stay in bed for another three days.

On the other hand, Morgead had gotten over his thoughtful mood and regarded Iona with a concerned smile, but instead of asking how she was, he said, walking down the dull hall in a slow hesitant pace. "The spy they got was a white wolf, to be specific, a werewolf. An Alpha Male even."

So it wasn't a flash of light, Iona pondered, it had been an incredibly pure white fur over a hundred and fifty pounds of hurling wolf muscle.

But why attack and break his cover?

Timothy was behind her, tense and alert. "What's an Alpha Male?"

Good point. Iona looked up at Morgead, slightly surprised by his glowing green eyes. "Alpha means leader, or supreme, by those terms; he's the supreme leader of the werewolves."

"Why risk his neck?" Iona could only hear a small hint of calmness in her voice; that dream must've really gotten to her. She inhaled and tried again. "Couldn't he just send one of his 'wolves to spy on us?"

Morgead stopped in his tracks and looked at out, thinking. And then he shrugged. "Maybe he thought he was the only one capable enough to take out his plan."

Iona felt her eyes bulge out. "That must be some plan."

Before Iona realized it, Timothy grabbed her hand with an urging pull. "C'mon."

Morgead didn't even look down at them. He simply spun on his heels and turned the next corner. "This way."

Iona finally dared to glance up at Timmy and caught him staring shamelessly. She shot him a questioning gaze.

He whispered. "Why Quinn?"

"I had a dream… or more like a nightmare –but," she breathed in, looking at the path. "Point is, there was this creepy guy in a hooded coat and later on, I noticed his fangs just before the dream ended and…" She faced him again. "Fangs equal vampires, right? So, I assumed, since Quinn is the only oldest vampire available right now, or else I would go to Thierry –but I think he and Lady Hannah are up north; not sure– Anyway, Quinn might know this guy, you know."

Something sparked in Timmy's blue eyes that made his grip on her hand tighten. "You don't know what he even looks like."

They walked out of the arched doorway that lead to a gracious space of green and multicolored flowers. The marbled path circled around the landscape.

"Reading my mind?" Iona mused then she laughed shakily, a bit frightened. "I thought Quinn might know someone who's interested in Old Souls."

"No one hardly cares about Old Souls." Timmy said frankly.

He does what he wants to, doesn't he? Iona slowly concluded. But because he's so innocent, you automatically agree without offense.

And Iona wasn't offended at all. It was true after all. "See? That's why I know it'll be easy to spot the one vampire who's actually interested in us. As easy as surviving from a burning building for me."

Suddenly, Timothy's expression changed into sheer fear.

"Been there, done that." She grinned at him. "Did it twice, even."

It won't happen again. Timmy sent her a threatening thought. As long as I'm here; I'm never going to let anything bad happen to you again. Never.

Iona didn't answer. It was easy for her to feel the deepest part of herself, the ones that aren't entirely her but a part of her still. They know much better and right that moment, they told her nobody, not even her soulmate, could interfere with her destiny.

Somehow Iona knew deep inside that her very, very old soul was bewildered and holding a grudge on itself; for facing their ruthless destiny openly. Iona couldn't help it if she accepted dying again and not being able to meet Timothy.

But she did meet him.

And maybe her time was different. Maybe she could alter her soul's destiny; maybe she can get through this.

One thing's for certain, Iona felt determined as they entered another arched doorway, which led to a business like room. If she gets rid of that vampire, in one way or another, it could alter her soul's fate forever.

"This is it." Morgead looked over his shoulder, his hand raced for a knock. But Morgead's fist landed on thin air as the door whooshed open.

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