This chapter was betaed by the wonderful brissygirl to provide a smoother reading experience. All remaining mistakes are my own. See first chapter for disclaimers/additional warnings/summaries. -Read A/N at end-

RECAP:The military Circle with Lord Cunningham and Mariana, have caught up with Scout, who was investigating the Dursley's and 4 Privet drive. They discover a mysterious magical beacon present on the property and conclude that Harry was being maliciously targeted. Jun makes up with her Circle and strikes a bargain of reconciliation with her Sub, Briar. As a family, the entire Evanson Circle decides to join Briar in the nightly reaping. The next morning, Harry and Co. are having a quick breakfast, when Ilsa mentions the hellhound's reaping, the previous night.

DEVERAINE BEACH HOUSE : HARRY AND Co. : NEVARAH

Theo and Ilsa exchanged another one of their looks. One that went right over Harry's head and brought Charlie's frown into play. "It's what it sounds like, Harry," Theo said, at last. "Remember there are Hellhounds and dark creatures within Nevarah?"

Harry nodded. His mind flickered back to the awful dinner party and then the reason it had all gone downhill-Hermione. He hoped she was alright, wherever she was. Terius or Calida had said something about Hermione having a Hellhound's seal. Harry's grip on his cup tightened a bit more. That couldn't end well at all. "What about it?"

"A reaping is what happens when a curfew is called into order," Ilsa said. "Eat your muffin, Theo—you too, Harry." She waved a hand towards the kitchen window. "See out there? Way past the front fence, specific wards are in place. They come with the property. In the event of a royally ordered Curfew, it restricts all persons to the grounds and prevents any incoming or outgoing portals. Basically, you're locked in—for your own safety. You should have been able to feel it." Golden eyes rested on Harry. "You especially should be able to feel it, seeing as you're magically sensitive."

Harry couldn't stifle the shudder that made him start. He remembered the odd feeling right before he'd fallen asleep and the strange sense of something not quite right. But there hadn't been anything out of place and reaching out to his Bonded had reassured him that all was well, even if Theo hadn't been beside him upon waking. "I felt it," he said.

Theo and Charlie nodded as well.

Ilsa offered a grim smile. "What happened last night, that little—quake? The dome shattering? It let in Fabrine, which you already know. That's common, general knowledge, but what they don't always talk about is how they get rid of it. It's unmentioned for fear of mass panic or hysteria by the visiting guests. Usually, there's a curfew put in place and every native Nevarean knows to move indoors and stay there, until it passes—which is usually an hour past daybreak. They also know to take their guests with them and keep them occupied until the curfew is over."

"But what exactly is the reaping?" Harry pressed.

"A ravenous pack of Hellhounds led by the Hound himself, Death's very own pet," Ilsa said, matter-of-factly. "It is every single dark creature, the vampires, the dark fae, the cursed and the uncursed were-creatures, and any true holder of the Shadow element or Nameless born in the Shadow element. They track, hunt and fight until daybreak. At daybreak, because of the reduced numbers, if not entirely eradicated, they all gather and the one who holds the Shadow's most powerful casper present—will cast a purifying spell to cleanse all that remains."

"And no one else helps? And they just—die?"

"The Fabrine? Sort of. It depends on how they're killed and as they're more dark manifestations, evil spirits, not-quite-demons, whatever you'd like to call them—they are everything that is dark and terrible, with no redeeming factors," Ilsa said. "Do not waste a single ounce of sympathy or pity for them, Harry. Just as there is light in this world, there must be darkness. If we are the light, then they are the shadow."

Harry fiddled with his cup. That was true, to some degree, he supposed.

Ilsa looked down at a bleary-eyed Greta and continued her gentle petting. It had been a busy night and she would need to move Greta to the pits soon. "Harry, no one else can really help, because anyone who doesn't have some sort of curse or shadow-like nature becomes an instant magnet for the Fabrine. If you aren't strong enough and you don't have enough support to help to fight them off, you can exhaust your friends, your Circle, all of your hired Gheyos. You can even burn out your magic."

Harry blanched. He hadn't thought that was possible, seeing as how the dragels seemed to live, breathe and move with excess magic everywhere and not a second thought for it.

Charlie frowned. "If it's so dangerous-"

"Sometimes the Storm-types help," Greta said, from beneath the table. With some difficulty, she slowly stood up, armour creaking and joints popping. A faint flicker of magic rippled over, a mild-healing spell. Her violet-hued gaze flickered to Ilsa, then the muffins on the table.

Ilsa eased her chair back from the table and patted her lap. "I'll take you down to the pits just now, promise," she coaxed. Her physical form twisted and shifted, stretching taller to better fit the current circumstance. "Just a few more minutes."

Greta huffed, but accepted the impromptu cuddle and watched while her favourite muffin was torn into neat pieces for easy consumption. She tucked her head in the crook of Ilsa's neck and allowed her shoulders to slump in relaxation. "It's dangerous only if you don't know what you're doing," she explained. "Otherwise, it's a great way to let some steam off and you can be as wild and vicious as you like. Last night was a heavy reaping in terms of Fabrine, but it was actually pretty quick, compared to some of the other times."

"Really?" Ilsa held up a piece of muffin to her lover's lips.

Greta took it from her and swallowed it in one bite. "You'll hear about it sometime today, I expect, but one of the little hounds—little as in young—decided to show his face last night. They were in top form—all of them. I think they had some sort of competition between them. Saved me a larger headache, I suppose."

"Oh? Which family?" Ilsa asked, interested. She hadn't ventured further than the sky-wards above their family residence, but Greta, being a Storm element holder, had wandered about, fighting to her heart's content—and apparent exhaustion. She would be sure to listen in on the night's gossip—after they were both safely settled in the pits. There was sure to be some interesting bits floating about.

Greta gave her a look, the impact somewhat ruined by her sleepy glare. "I like my head, thanks. I have no clue if I'm supposed to say something or not, so I won't. There's probably something tracking the name anyway." She looked over at Harry. "Has there been any news of your friend? The one who was taken?"

Theo rose from the table. He paused to squeeze Harry's shoulder, before moving over to the kitchen sink. "I haven't heard from Severus today," he said. "If there had been any change, I'm sure he would have sent a message. Why?"

"There were no new faces, if you know what I mean," Greta said. "I mean, there were some Circles that debuted for the first time, but they were nothing unexpected. I did not see your friend amongst them. If her Hound came for her, he certainly doesn't have her with him right now."

Harry released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. Part of him was relieved at the thought that Hermione hadn't been caught up in the complicated situation of a reaping, but it worried him that she hadn't been spotted at all. "You didn't see her anywhere?"

Greta yawned. "I couldn't be everywhere," she said, lightly. "But she was not where I was."

"How can you be sure the—Hound—doesn't have her?"

"Because Hounds are notoriously possessive and needy creatures," Ilsa filled in. "They keep their spawn close and their consorts even closer, not that you'd hear any of them complain about it. If she was with him, you shouldn't have had to worry, because they are said to be very-well cared for. That aside, exposure to death magic—she would've been human, like you." Ilsa nodded at Harry. "That's the part that worries me. You can't stay at a hound's side or bear their mark, unless you give up your mortality. There are few exceptions to the rule."

"No exceptions," Greta said, darkly. "Those that are made usually require a price that is twice as steep as the first offer." The pale purple light in her eyes darkened as she turned and stretched her jaw.

Ilsa grimaced a second later, when she felt the strong fangs buried in her neck. "Greta," there was a hint of a whine in her voice. "We're leaving, already."

In answer, Greta merely looped her arms around her neck and held her steady.

The teapot refilled itself and Theo moved away from the sink. He made sure that all the cups were refilled and took his seat again. He added extra sugar to Ilsa's own and pushed it over with a sympathetic smile. "We'll catch up with you at the hunt, later, Oretta. Thank you for coming."

"Was something wrong?" Charlie asked. He took another muffin, tearing it in half to give one piece to Harry. He munched on the other end himself, trying to recall if he'd forgotten something from the previous day. He didn't remember any specific reason for Ilsa to come over this early in the morning."

"I asked for a favour," Theo said, simply. He'd tell them about the obstacle course later. "Have you heard from Ebony?"

Charlie shook his head.

"She may send you a message later on. You'll want to spend some time with her today," Theo explained. "Make some time for it. Your mentored bond is still new and the more time you spend together, the more you'll learn about and with each other."

A shadow passed over Harry's face. He set his cup down and picked up the muffin half that Charlie had placed in front of him. He tried not to think of the muddle from yesterday. He tried not to dwell on the contradicting words that Ilsa had shared. A reaping sounded bad, but he was supposed to believe that his friend was alright?

"The-o," the name came out as something of a huff. Harry rested his head atop his arms folded on the table. He turned his head to the side, relaxing faintly when Theo's long-fingered hand ruffled his hair. "I need to find her."

Theo's gentle smile remained. He patted Harry's head. "We'll find her. Maybe a bit slower than you'd like, but we will find her."

Greta straightened up, licking blood-flecked lips. "Pits," she said to Ilsa. "Now. Or I'll really-"

"As you wish, my dearest," Ilsa deadpanned. "Theo—look after your own today, alright? Find me after lunch, if you like. You know where our box is. Off my lap, Greta," Ilsa gave her another shove. "I can't 'port us if you're not-"

Greta's thick, dark wings snapped out filling the kitchen. A thin, pale pink-purple haze of energy swarmed around her as she locked her arms around Ilsa's neck. "I'm well aware, just stay where you are, hm?"

There was a flicker of worry in Ilsa's eyes. There was no time for a warning, but she threw a hand out at the pile of favours on the table. A fierce golden ripple of magic washed over it, checking for harmful intent.

A flare of bright white flashed and both women vanished.

Theo had leapt to his feet, one hand over Harry's eyes. "Eyes, Charlie!" he'd called out, right before the transport spell had activated. His shoulders slumped as the magical tension in the room melted away. "That was a bit more eventful than I expected," he said, calmly. He withdrew his hand when Harry sat up straight.

"What was that?"

"That was a very specific type of storm-elemental transportation spell," Theo rubbed his face. "Never look directly at it, if you can help it. You alright?" He looked between Harry and Charlie.

Charlie blinked. "Fine. What was wrong with her?"

Theo's lips quirked. "Gheyo business, I would imagine. Now, who would like to take a look at these favours? They'll keep on growing if we don't start somewhere…"

"How am I supposed to sort through these?" Harry wanted to know. He tugged at his hair, causing tufts to stick up in mismatched clumps. He'd opened several of them and each favour was just as different as the previous one. Some came with a magical photograph inside, usually a shot where the sender was smiling or waving. They were in different colours, shapes and sizes—all of them sealed with a wax imprint bearing an impressive coat of arms.

"One at a time," Charlie quipped. "I don't know if we can actually help though." He was inspecting his singed knuckles after Theo had shouted a warning a bit too late. He hadn't noticed any unpleasant magic and he'd thought that Ilsa's spell had removed all of harmful intent.

"Let me see," Theo said, tapping his shoulder. "You're a fire type, this shouldn't affect you." He took Charlie's broad hand in his and inspected the fingers, casting wandless healing magic at the tips.

"How come?" Charlie asked. He nodded at the pile of favours.

"Oretta's spell was likely just for harmful intent to Harry and our Circle in general." Theo frowned. "It should have picked that up…" He looked down at the slip of pale yellow paper that was resting atop the pile of favours. "Who sent it, Harry?"

Harry squinted at the elegant, scrolling scrip that spelled out Owen Calamaris. The name wasn't the least bit familiar, but the favour contained and invitation to dinner that afternoon, interspersed with plenty of flowery phrases and polite compliments. Harry pulled a face. "It's some Owen Calamaris," he said.

Theo started faintly. His golden eyes fluxed dark brown and his lip curled back in a half-snarl. "Calamaris?" the name came out as a hiss.

Harry took one look at Theo, before he caught sight of Charlie's troubled gaze. With scarcely a thought to the action, he made a slashing motion with his right hand and the favour burst into flame. Harry ignored the minute flinches of his Bonded, feeling a slight simmer of anger at the thought that whoever the mysterious Calamaris happened to be, they'd been troublesome enough to provoke a decidedly negative reaction in his Bonded.

"Harry?" Theo prompted a moment later.

"Anything you'd like to share?" Harry countered, patting the empty chair beside him.

Theo slid into the seat, still holding Charlie's hand, their fingers now intertwined. "The Calamaris may not be very—kind, towards us." He said, at last.

Harry huffed. "Which means what, exactly?"

"That's the one I saw yesterday?" Charlie asked, tugging on Theo's hand for his attention. "The one after we-?"

"Yes."

"Yes?" Harry gave him a look.

"While was I actively under Oretta's tutelage, we stayed in Nevarah for weeks at a time, before slipping out into another realm or so." Theo took a deep breath. "Oretta was not quite speaking to her Circle as she is now and—while I did occasionally meet some of the others when I was with Aracle or even Bhindi, it was never with her. As you can see, they hold social standing in high regard and so of course, their children didn't play with next door neighbours."

"Shayla and Soula," Harry said, realizing where this was headed. "So what happened?"

"Oretta brought me back here to recover from a wing injury. I had an indoor extension and couldn't temper it to allow my wings to phase through. It was very painful. She brought me to see a dragel healer and left me with her Circle while it healed. I played with a group of young children, about my age, more or less."

Charlie squeezed their hands together, a sympathetic look in his eyes. His parents hadn't cared about things like pureblood mingling, so it'd never been an issue for him. But he had seen how some of the pure-blooded children at Hogwarts had always grouped together as if they were afraid any half-bloods and muggleborns would taint them. It had occurred to him at some point that perhaps they were simply acting as they had been raised.

"I meet a young man by the name of Yanek Doursen. He was the favoured son of a high noble house that had just fallen into tremendous disgrace," Theo began. "He was small and blond and with a mouth too big for his own sake. I rescued him from losing his head a few times, because he had no standing with the others and they weren't afraid to let him know it. At the time, I don't believe it had registered that he'd lost something. He didn't know what made them turn on him and I was too much of an outsider to really interact with them." He sighed. "Time passes differently though, so the last time I'd seen him, he'd decided that revenge was a good thing to have. He was upset over the way his family had been treated and swore that he would see their name restored."

"But the name was Calamaris?" Harry asked.

"Yanek bonded into the Calamaris clan. They're a political powerhouse, careful to never hold a position of power, say like the clan chiefs, but with enough backing that they can make things happen—without having to play by the same rules."

"What does that have to do with us?"

Theo squared his shoulders, his smile morphing into a grimace. "The last time I saw Yanek, he'd made sure that he'd stayed a Submissive. Now, there are ways to encourage your Submissive nature to stay, if the rank hasn't settled yet and he used them. The reason he did so, was because he knew I was an Alpha and he had decided that I would suit him best."

Harry looked at him sharply. "He what?"

"He became aggressive in trying to gain my attention and approval. He wanted me to court him and I refused—twice. When he didn't seem like he'd be giving up, I told Oretta. She made sure that we didn't meet again, the next time we came to Nevarah." Theo looked at the pile of fading ash. "He originally wanted one of the Calamaris Alphas, because it would have afforded him all the status and power that he desired. He said he made an exception for me, because we were 'friends' and that, with Ilsa's name behind us, we would be on equal social standing."

Green eyes flashed with emotion and Harry sat back in his chair. "He wanted you for your name?"

"For Ilsa's name that she'd passed down to me," Theo corrected. "But yes."

"And you saw him yesterday?"

"Yes. He was very—interested in Charlie," Theo scowled. "He mostly wanted to measure up, to see where I was and how I'd done for myself. He showed off three Pareya and his Alpha couldn't be bothered to come and say hello but-"

"But?" Harry prompted.

"He was building a vanity circle," Theo said. His brows furrowed together. "That's what we call building your Circle based on power and names, without any other considerations or allowances. He has several Bonded from several prominent families and they share his sentiments, else they wouldn't have bonded with him."

"And you're worried?" Harry guessed. "Why? It's not like he—oh."

Theo half-smiled. "Yes. Oh. I can't be certain that he won't try anything and he made it clear—before his Pareya arrived—that he would be willing to make an allowance, if I wanted to merge our Circles, except that he couldn't guarantee that I'd have the high rank I would've had, if I'd accepted his offer all those years ago."

Harry swallowed. "Did you ever-?"

"Yanek Doursen was a whiny, spoiled, cruel child." Theo said, stiffly. "Yanek Calamaris is cold, calculating and still cruel."

Charlie's grip tightened. "So yesterday was—what?"

"A reminder, I suppose." Theo said, lightly. "I can't say what he'll be up to—if anything—but I'd appreciate it if you both would avoid him, whenever you can."

It took several minutes for that news to sink in.

An air of gloom settled over the kitchen, though Harry seemed more irritated than surprised by the revelation. There were all kinds of the people in the realms, he knew that. Though he didn't have to like or understand it, really, he did have to acknowledge that it was true. He snuck a look at Theo, who was busy casting more healing spells over an indulgent Charlie, who insisted he was fine.

Soft chimes sounded through the kitchen and Harry twitched, realizing it meant that someone was at the front door. He slid out of his chair, carrying the dishes to the sink, before turning towards the door.

"It's Soula," Theo said, as he passed them. "And maybe someone else."

Harry bit back a smile. He made his way to the door and opened it. Theo was right. It was Soula and a disgruntled Loren.

"Harry!" Soula launched herself forward, looping her arms around his neck in a happy hug. "Oh good, you're awake. I was kind of hoping you'd be up. You're not dressed for the hunt?" She drew back, holding him at arm's length to take in his casual attire. "Oh never mind, we'll just have to take you shopping today. You can't go through the whole hunt looking like that."

"Hi Soula," Harry managed. He found himself smiling, though it made his chest twinge. Hermione hugged him like that—hard enough to make him rock back a few steps, squeezing the air from his lungs and then stepping back to make sure that he was alright. "Won't you come in?"

"Thanks," Soula chirped. She linked arms with him and strolled right on in.

Loren stepped in after them, locking the door and casting a spell that flared a soft shade of orange, before trailing after them.

Harry hesitated, wondering if he ought to say something, when Soula towed him along the hallway and towards the kitchen. He was briefly reminded that this was one of their guesthouses, so of course they'd both be familiar with the place. They wound up in the kitchen, where Theo was setting out cups and plates.

"Oooh, so that's where the muffins went," Soula said. She helped herself to one and flashed a welcoming smile at both Theo and Charlie. "Hi!"

"Hi Soula," Theo said, kindly. "Are we late?"

"Hm? No. Mera and Dera are arguing over sash colours. That can take a few hours at least," she winked. "Unless someone decides to help them." Her happy gaze flickered to the table of favours. "Are you answering favours? Oh that's so lucky! I only got a few yesterday, but I think that's 'cause Da is monitoring them." She huffed, setting her muffin down on a clean plate. "It's not like I'm about to accept a stupid one or something." She pouted. "You're so lucky you can choose for yourself."

Harry poured her a cup of tea and then looked to Loren.

The fire Gheyo pulled one of the chairs out from the table—a few feet away—and dropped into it soundlessly. He gave the slightest shake of his head at Harry's unspoken question and his sharp, orange-eyed gaze was fixed on Soula, with a vague hint of concern present.

"How are you sorting them?"

"Sorting?" Harry and his Bonded turned to stare at her as if the idea hadn't occurred to either of them. Apart from the Calamaris favour, Harry had yet to even process any of the others. "What do you mean?"

Soula rolled her eyes. "You know. Any ones that won't fit, just burn them off straightaway. That way, they're free to keep on sending favours to others and you can take your time with the ones you really want."

"Fit, like how?" Harry asked, cautiously. He took his seat once more, noting that something felt slightly off about his friend. Her cheer seemed a bit too forced and she was studiously ignoring Loren. "I mean, I don't want anything to do with the Calamaris Circle, I know that much." He bit his lip. "Probably not the Peverell's either, since they're family."

Her dark-haired head bobbed in understanding. "That's a good start, but that doesn't help too much." She frowned. "You wouldn't know how to divide them, would you?" Her voice softened as the realization dawned. She winced. "Sorry. That was—tactless of me."

"That's alright," Theo said, smoothly. "How would you suggest—dividing them?"

"Well, I'd recommend burning every one that's female," Soula said, matter-of-factly. She smirked at the faint blush that appeared on all three of the young men's faces. That was amusing. "I wasn't expecting that reaction," she teased. "Unless you want a woman in your Circle—and the operating triad usually is a good indication of whether you're inclined one way or another—then burn those first. After that, look for any potential family connections, there's a spell for it and burn those. Usually, you won't really have any, because everyone knows everyone as far as family lines, but seeing you're new."

Harry nodded. "That makes sense." He looked towards the pile of colourful favours. "Is there a spell for that?"

Soula's smirk grew wider. "There is, actually, it's called seratius-divino. It looks like this," she extended one hand out, two fingers pointed, thumb, ring finger and pinky folded together. "Seratius-divino!" Magic leapt from her fingertips and about two-dozen favours flew out from the pile, stacking themselves into a neat tower between Harry and Soula. "And then just burn them," she said.

With a wave of his hand, Harry did so. He watched them curl up beneath the flames of red and gold, before a small pile of ash remained. A few minutes later, the ash faded as well, as if nothing had ever been there. "Thanks," he said, faintly.

"Other considerations are simple—don't take any Gheyos until you have an Ace. So any of them that require an immediate answer—say like, within the next week or so? Burn them. If you want to keep any others, you can keep them but make sure you check timestamps."

"Timestamps?" Harry turned a pale blue favour over in his hands. It was folded quite nicely and creatively, with a sketched emblem on the front, instead of a waxed seal. He didn't see any sort of timestamp anywhere.

"Use a revealing spell," Soula said. "Anyway, until you have an Ace, skip all the Gheyos, alright? You can add anything else you like in any order, but it's usually best to take the Ace near to last and they'll help you find Gheyos."

"Why?" Harry held out the blue favour as she cast the revealing spell. He saw a tiny string of numbers appear at one corner.

"Because that's the least insulting way to do it," Loren rumbled from his chair in the corner. "We follow our Aces—anywhere. We'd join a weak Circle, if they had a strong Ace and by doing so, the entire Circle is raised in strength and standing. If an Ace trusts you, then we're happy to do the same."

"You don't trust the Alpha?" Harry looked between Loren and Soula. He had a feeling he was missing something between them.

Soula fidgeted in her chair. "It's a bit different, Harry. An Ace, swears to you—not to Theo. If something were to happen to Theo and Charlie was keeping the ranks together, it's the Ace—not your Pareya—that would take charge of you. They'd be the ones to organize an attack, if necessary and keep things functioning—with Charlie's help—until Theo could return. The dynamics only change if they swear to Theo, then they wouldn't swear to you and that only happens when it's a military Circle. It works in reverse, that if anything ever happens to the Submissive then the Alpha can depend on the Ace."

"Betas are unique, in that they are always a Beta and never an Alpha," Loren recited. His flame-coloured gaze settled on Charlie. "They hold the Beta ranks because they are best suited for it. An Ace has the forcefulness that an Alpha needs and no qualms about wielding their authority. They are also trained into their rank, so they can act appropriately submissive if needed, in the absence of their bonded Submissive."

Soula snorted. "Yeah, but you still wanted to fight Mum when she came back."

Loren growled in answer, but he didn't speak.

Harry's ears warmed. He turned back to the favours pile. "Sorting spells?"

It took a while to sort the favours into manageable piles. Soula was helpful with her spell knowledge and submissive upbringing, apparently taught how to handle such things from an early age. She helped him group the remaining four piles into neat stacks for later perusal.

"Now, keep in mind that because you haven't answered any of these, if you encounter them in the Hunt and they don't speak—it's because they're expecting you to make the first move. This was their chance and technically, they shouldn't engage you unless you've agreed to be courted."

"Thanks," Harry smiled at her. "What if there's someone I don't really want anything to do with?"

"Burn it straightaway," Soula said, briskly. "Especially if they send more than one and then after the third favour, you can hex it."

"Soula!" Loren's tone was disapproving. "That is not what you—do not listen to her." He sent a look at her and then a milder one to Harry. "Do not hex any favours, if you can control yourself," he said, firmly. "It is quite rude and a mark of immaturity. If you do not wish to have the favour repeated, then burn it with blue fire." He inclined his head in Charlie's direction. "You can use his flames; simply think of making it more permanent and it will happen. The Hunt may seem like a large and anonymous gathering, but I assure you, most Circles know who is who. Do not craft your reputation into something you cannot handle."

That was the most Harry had ever heard the fire Gheyo speak and he found himself staring in shock for a moment, before Theo nudged his foot under the table. He should say something. "Right. Thanks," he ducked his head. "Anything else I should know?"

"If looks matter, sort by the ones with pictures first—burn the ones that don't fit what you're wanting. If there's even a hint of doubt, then burn it."

Harry frowned. "Isn't that harsh-?"

"Hardly. Shallow? Vain? Probably, but everyone is on some level or another. Besides, you don't want to wake up next to an ugly face for the rest of your life, do you? Spare yourself the headache, if you can."

"Soula!" The sharpness in Loren's voice couldn't be mistaken for anything other than what it was. He stood up from his chair, his fiery hair taking on its trademark flames. His orange eyes were fixed deliberately on Soula. "That was uncalled for."

Soula snorted. "He can sort them however he likes; I was only saying that-"

"I heard what you said and I disagree. Please look at me when you are speaking." Loren frowned.

She twisted around in her seat, mouth open to speak when she caught sight of his flaming hair. He crooked a finger in her direction and she visibly shrank down on herself. "Da-!"

"Could you come here, for a moment?"

"I was just offering an opinion. There's nothing wrong with having an opinion-"

"Could you excuse us, Theo?" Loren asked.

Soula started from her chair, standing up so quickly that it wobbled—steadied only by Harry's quick hand. "They don't have to leave. This is their-" she stopped when Loren simply tilted his head to the side, the pale orange flames darkening to a rich red. Her hands fisted at her sides. "You're not my father. You can't order me around as if I'm one of-"

"I am not your sire, but I am your parent. That affords me a certain amount of authority and a measure of respect, Soula. I understand that you're upset this morning for reasons that you chose not to share. I respect your request for privacy. I agreed to escort you here to visit your friend, even though there are a hundred other places I could be right now."

"I didn't make you come," Soula muttered, folding her arms over her chest. "You could have stayed. It's not like you were ordered to-"

"And if you had left on your own after specifically being told to stay within the wards?" Loren shook his head. "Your Sire made his wishes quite clear."

"Dahlia spent the night with-"

"We are not speaking of your sister and she is old enough to make those choices on her own and is engaged. It is natural for her to spend some time with her Intended. She also belongs to a training house. Lady Paielda has her well in hand."

"Just because she's a Gheyo-!"

"You know, your temper—like your mother's—tends to cloud your judgment when you forget yourself." Loren said, calmly. "Harry is a new Submissive with no parental guidance or a mentor's hand to help in one of the most important and life-altering points in his life. Building a Circle is no small matter nor is it something to make light of. These are unique individuals that he will spend the rest of his life with. When you carelessly share a hurtful opinion, you might not see the hurt today—but that doesn't leave you blameless. You are responsible for every word that comes out of your mouth."

"Mera wasn't!" Soula snarled. "She didn't care that she drove-"

"What happened between your mother and your Mera has nothing to do with you." Loren interrupted. "That is solely between them and no one else." He sighed. "Come here, please."

Soula hesitated, before her shoulders drooped and she shuffled into range.

Loren stepped forward to close the gap, wrapping his arms around her in a warm hug. He rested his chin atop her head and gave a quiet hum of reassurance. She quivered for a moment, before her hands found the fabric in the spaces of his armour and tugged for purchase. He rumbled softly when she sniffled, moving one hand to cradle her head. "Better?"

Soula whined, softly.

Theo had been halfway up out of his chair, when Loren gave the faintest shake of his head that it was alright. He didn't relax, but he did sit down. He had thought there was something bothering the young woman, but had decided not to pry as it wasn't his place.

Charlie wore a knowing look on his face, having seen such moments with his younger siblings. He was impressed that Loren's fire had remained under control and his tone, while firm—had stayed calm. He also made a mental note to ask Ebony about blue flames. Magic was definitely half intent and half power, but if Harry would be drawing on his fire element, then it was probably best to actually know the spell. Ebony probably wouldn't mind.

Loren conversed softly with her in dragel-speak for several minutes, before he cleared his throat to gain Theo's attention. "If you'll excuse us, my apologies for the disturbance." He looked to Harry. "Except for the last part—unless you are inclined that way and I would be surprised to know that—then all of her advice was sound. An Ace, like your Alpha and Beta, is one of the pillars of your Circle. Choose one that would die for you and trust their judgment."

"Like you trust Ilsa?" Harry shot back. He couldn't help it. He had to know.

A glimmer of approval shone in Loren's eyes. "Exactly," he said. "Exactly like how I trust her—with my life and with that of my Bonded." The hand cradling Soula's head moved down to rub her arm. "Kindly excuse us." He turned his attention to Soula. "Shh. Now's not the time for tears," he murmured. "You'll have to redo all that lovely make-up if you keep on like that."

"So she's upset at Ilsa?" Harry asked. He stood still in the centre of their bedroom while Theo whisked a ribbon around his neck and tied it into a neat bow. His shirt was long-sleeved with a slightly ruffled neck and his dress robe was crisp and styled to show off the fancy neckline. He allowed Theo's fussing, because he could tell that his Alpha was more agitated than usual after the Calamaris favour had appeared.

His empathy was in a lovely muddle, thanks to the hyped—or carefully suppressed, in Loren's case—emotions. On top of that, Theo and Charlie were still having invisible conversations over his head—not about him—but still. It was at that point that Harry had decided to set the favours aside in the interesting of readying for the daily excursion to the Hunt.

Theo was already impeccably dressed and Charlie was due out of the shower any minute. "Sort of," Theo allowed. "Lift your chin." He continued straightening the collar and smoothing the ribbon. "Oretta's absence has repercussions, Harry. No one simply leaves their Circle like that—not for years and then returns, expecting everything to be alright. It doesn't work that way. I wouldn't dare to presume what's happening between any of them, but it's probably costing them to show that united front."

"So why did she come over this morning?" Harry sat back on the bed when prompted by Theo. He obediently held his hands out for the cuff links and noted that they were crafted with the same simple design that his claim marks held. They were new and pretty. He smiled to himself, pleased that Theo was looking after the kind of details he'd never even considered.

"Probably because she was hoping to see Oretta," Theo hummed. He straightened the cuffs and nodded at his own handiwork. "Charlie!" he called over his shoulder. "Hurry up in there!" He'd made sure that Charlie showered last, in the interest of speeding things along. "Of all the times to be basking in hot water," he muttered.

Harry stifled a giggle and as Theo fixed his other cuff, he inched one sock-clad foot up Theo's thigh, light and teasing in his touch. When Theo didn't respond, Harry repeated the gesture. The lack of response led to locking both legs around Theo, trapping him in place. Theo looked up at him at once, puzzled—before the furrow in his brow eased.

"Adorable little thing, aren't you?" Theo purred. He released Harry's wrists and leaned down to capture his smirking lips in a sweet kiss. "You have terrible timing, my treasure."

"M'not adorable," Harry protested. His face warmed and he reached up to pull Theo with him as he leaned back onto the bed. "And I'm not little." He

"Are too," Theo chuckled, darkly. "You are so delectable that I can't help but want to devour you whole every single time you show me that face." He allowed Harry to tumble them back onto the bed, taking care not to crush their outfits.

"What—f-face?" Harry gasped out, between wet kisses. He purred contentedly as Theo's hands ran up and down his clothed sides. He'd had Charlie this morning, but he'd missed Theo. It didn't help that Theo looked stunning in his formal attire and Harry's hands itched to strip it off of him.

"That—face." Theo whispered. Eyes wide and shimmering, cheeks flushed, pink tongue licking his lips, it was a lovely face indeed. Theo drew back, kissing the tip of Harry's nose. "And as I just said, you have terrible timing."

"Doesn't look like it's stopping you though," Charlie said. He waltzed out, wearing a towel slung low about his hips. Wisps of steam followed him out from the warm shower, water droplets disappearing as he stepped into the bedroom.

Theo growled faintly, sparing him a look from where he hovered over Harry. "Dress! We'll be late."

"Weren't the introductions yesterday?" Charlie asked, innocently dropping the towel and leaning over to rummage in the dresser drawers for a clean pair of pants.

Harry gave an appreciative chirp from his sideways view on the bed. Charlie's tattoos were out and swirling beautifully on his rich, tanned skin—not the least bit diminished in their loveliness by the myriad of scars from his dragon-handling. It didn't help that his equally tanned bum was on display either.

"There are events on every single morning," Theo said. He hovered over Harry for a moment, and then regretfully kissed him one last time. As much as he would like to take him then and there—it would be ten years until the next Hunt and he would have Harry all to himself for tonight. Bahn had sent word that they were 'porting in and Theo could meet them just inside the main entrance.

"Oh? What kind of events?" Charlie shimmed into a silky pair of navy blue pants and then fished out a pair of clean socks with more ceremony than necessary.

"Certain clans presenting, entertainment performances, the run of the Hounds—which I think none of you would want to miss—and some displays of talent by notable individuals." Theo slipped off the bed and held out a hand to Harry. He stayed strong, resisting the tug that was meant to pull him back. "Up, Harry."

"Hellhounds?" Charlie sent the towel flying to the drying rack as he made his way to the bed where Theo had his outfit laid out for him. "That kind of hound?" He made a face at the outfit on the bed. "Theo, there's a lot of ruffles here."

Theo rolled his eyes heavenward. Harry had said something to the same effect, but when he'd mentioned it the previous day, neither of his Bonded had offered an opinion. They didn't bother him—clothes were simply professional extensions of himself. In this case, it was important to present a united front. "We match." He said, meaningfully. "I'll skip the ruffles next time. Do you need help?"

"No. I think I can manage," Charlie said, straight-faced. "I think Harry could use some help."

Theo groaned. "Dress!" He turned back to Harry who was still tugging on his hand, an imploring look on his face. "No, Harry." Inwardly, he struggled to tamp down on the instinctive need to happily claim his ready submissive. "Tonight, alright?" He tugged back when Harry did; pulling him up into his arms and peppering his sulking face with soft kisses. "Tonight, I promise."

Charlie buttoned up his shirt, holding up the length of ribbon. He stared at it in puzzlement. He knew enough of formal wear, but this was ridiculous. "A ribbon? Really?"

Theo muttered something beneath his breath and lightly set Harry down on the bed, gesturing for Charlie to circle around so he could reach them. He turned to face Charlie, straightening the white collar, before looping the ribbon around it. He deftly knotted the ends, turning the collar down over the satin strip, checking with two fingers to be sure it wasn't too tight. "How's that?"

"It's different," Charlie said, winking over Theo's shoulder at a pouting Harry. "It's a little tight though?" He reached up to tug at it.

Swatting his hands away, Theo unknotted the ribbon and tried again. "How about now?" He looked up in time to catch Charlie's too-innocent look. "Trousers!" He snapped, spinning him around and giving a not-so-gentle swat on the bum in the direction of the remainder of his outfit. "And hurry!"

Harry made a disgruntled sound in his throat and lurched forward to hug Theo from behind, this time, he made sure to wrap his legs around Theo's waist, digging his heels into a certain, sensitive place. "The-o!"

Theo's shoulders drooped.

"Incorrigible, both of you," Theo said, haughtily. He unfolded his shirt sleeves and fixed them with a simple spell. They automatically returned to their original state of perfection, stiff with the renewed flash of magic.

A pink-cheeked, thoroughly kissed, perfectly sated Harry, lay sprawled out on the bed, panting softly as his body came down from a very sudden, pleasurable high. He whined as Theo left him there, quieting when a soothing rumble came in answer. While he'd been quite satisfied with Theo's wicked hands, he hoped that there would still be more—tonight at least, when Theo had scolded him about walking and the strength of certain intimate healing spells.

He was still blushing from the sensual moment. In spite of his mutterings, Theo had been gentle and attentive—as always. He twisted around enough to see Theo circling to the other side of the bed, where he'd managed to bind Charlie's wrists to the headboard—to keep him from interfering.

Harry chirruped inquisitively. He would've preferred a brief cuddle before Theo started bustling around. At the moment, moving took too much effort, so he stayed where he was.

"Since neither of you can be bothered to hurry, I suppose I'll have to hurry for all of us," Theo said, smoothly. "Stay where you are." He patted Harry's stomach, before moving out of reach, heading for his Beta.

Charlie had tried to join them, when Theo had finally given in to Harry's insistence. Making their twosome a threesome would have taken more time—and Theo was trying to be efficient, thank you very much—so he'd simply chosen the next best option of handcuffing Charlie to the wrought bedframe.

Now, he approached, noting that his calculation had been somewhat off, as the cuffs forced Charlie to lean halfway over the bed, unable to properly straighten up. Theo bit back the pleased rumble in his throat as he smoothed Charlie's dress shirt over his back.

The picture Charlie had presented, bent over and cuffed—did things that he would have the redhead remedy—later. Much later. He would not be late. Theo felt taut muscle and unnaturally warm skin beneath his fingers, proof of Charlie's fire element riding close to the surface. Theo leaned over him, dipping one hand straight into Charlie's pants without preamble.

Charlie started faintly, twisting at the bonds that held his hands stuck to the headboard. "Theo," he protested, a slight flush visible on his tanned face. He hadn't expected his Alpha to be quite that direct. Theo's hands were delightfully wicked, startlingly smooth—and still covered with lube from taking care of Harry. "I—I," Charlie groaned. "Theo!"

"Yes?" Theo said, innocently. He deliberately leaned forward enough to put some of his weight on Charlie, even as he felt the redhead's knees quiver.

"Not—fair. I—wasn't—wouldn't—touch." Charlie managed to say.

"Even if I want you to?" Theo hummed. He reached over to loosen the leather cord that made up Charlie's usual ponytail. He loved the redhead's tri-colored hair and enjoyed the effect much more when it was left to fall to his shoulders.

Charlie glared at him over his shoulder, the effect ruined by the fact that his lips were parted and there were traces of red on his tanned face. It didn't help that flickers of flame were curling up from his fiery hair and the look in his rich blue eyes silently demanded more.

Theo smirked a moment later when Charlie spilled into his hand, shuddering in pleasure. He kissed the clothed shoulder and withdrew, a murmured cleaning spell taking care of business as he released the bonds on Charlie's wrists. There would be more time to play—later.

Charlie straightened with a muted groan. He would have to remember that spell for future use—not that being cuffed was a bad thing, but still. He hadn't known Theo had that in him.

"Trousers," Theo repeated, more patiently this time. He added a playful smack for good measure, when Charlie didn't seem to move.

Trousers were the very last thing on his mind. Charlie growled softly, catching Theo before he could move too far away. He made use of his height, gifting a kiss of appreciation for the too-brief moment between them. He felt Theo's pleased hum and the hint of smugness that travelled down their shared bonds. He laughed to himself and released the smaller dragel when he began to squirm. "What about you?"

"Apparently I am in possession of more self-control than both of you combined," Theo huffed. He could manage until night. Maybe. "Dress—and do not make me repeat that again!"

Harry found his energy when Theo stood between his legs a moment later, surveying his naked figure with open appreciation and adoration. He knew he was blushing from head to toe and didn't care. Theo didn't seem to mind anyway. He shivered as Theo stroked one bare leg, and then reached for the pile of neatly spell-folded clothes off to his left.

Theo ignored his whine and patiently dressed him one article at a time. Socks, then pants, then undershirt, then dress shirt and trousers. He kissed and bit at Harry's neck, to settle him when Harry had begun to protest again—making another attempt to try and divest Theo of some of his own clothing. Of course, Theo wasn't having any of it and as before, managed to stay entirely clothed.

Expert fingers tied, buckled and knotted at a speed Harry hadn't expected. He thought that it would make him feel smothered to be dressed as if he were a child, but Theo was delightfully quick and sweet. He was rewarded with a warm kiss when he accepted Theo's hand to slide off the bed. His legs wobbled for a moment and Charlie chuckled off to his right.

Harry sniffed, ignoring his knowing look as he watched Theo fuss over Charlie next. Charlie wasn't any more used to the extra finery than Harry was, it seemed, but he was patient as Theo tugged, tucked, and smoothed his outfit into order. He chirred softly when Theo gave Charlie's chest a final pat. "Ready?"

"We'd best be," Theo said, dryly. "Come, my treasure," he fairly purred.

Sandwiched between the two of them, Harry felt his empathy swirl and stretch out from him, brimming with happiness. He watched as Theo caught Charlie's chin and held him steady for a kiss, even as his free hand cupped the back of Harry's neck. Charlie's hands were equally divided, one grasping Theo's shoulder and the other locked around Harry's waist.

In that single moment, Harry felt completely and entirely cherished.

THE HUNT : MAIN ENTRANCE

"…and they'll be here," Bahn said, a slight hint of irritation in his voice. "Honestly. You lot can bear to stand around for another minute so that I can—Harry!" The elfin submissive shot a look of pure relief in their direction as he spied them passing through the main entrance. "What happened to you three? You were late. I was worried."

"They're fine, Bahn," Takar trailed after him, a wary eye kept on the growing crowds. His lips twitched when he caught sight of Harry's blush, Charlie's loose hair and Theo's perfectly straight face.

"Are you alright?" Bahn asked, scooting closer for his welcoming hug. Camalis was cradled to his chest in a soft, fabric sling. Alma hovered nearby, her sharp, dark-eyed gaze alternating between her Sub and her son.

"Fine, Bahn," Harry managed. He hugged his friend back and found himself smiling at the wide-awake baby peering curiously at him. "Sorry we're late—that's my fault, I wasn't fast enough."

Charlie choked. There were too many ways to interpret that.

Harry kept his smile fixed on his face as he inched one foot back and stepped on Charlie's toe as hard as he could. He didn't have to be an empath to know what his Beta was thinking.

"I hope you weren't waiting too long," Theo said, smoothly. He stepped between Charlie and Harry, effectively separating them. "Morning Takar, Bahn."

"Theo," Takar said, simply. "We're fine. The little bits are restless, but they're fine too."

"I'm not a wittle bith, Da!" Bruen's lisping protest came from where he'd followed his parents through the crowd by keeping a hold on Takar's trouser leg.

"You're right, you're a very small bit," Takar bent down to pick him up. "Say hello?"

"Hi Haweh," Bruen dutifully recited, before hiding his face in his father's neck.

"Hi Bruen," Harry returned. Theo and Charlie smiled in turn.

They followed Bahn back to where his Circle waited in varying degrees of impatience. Delani's frown eased a fraction when she laid on eyes on Harry and she straightened up, her crossed arms falling to her sides.

"That's enough," she said, quietly. All the murmurs and voices stopped at once. She held her stern gaze over each of them until every single one of her Bonded, acknowledged the silent assertion of authority. She was not happy with their behavior and she would address it—later, when they weren't in public. "You are free to wander about and mingle as you please—after the first presentation. I'll see you all at dinner—it can be a late dinner. Children, that includes you. Now, orderly file. Thank you."

Bahn and Bhindi wore identical looks on their faces that had their Bonded scrambling to comply with Delani's simple instructions. Soon enough, everyone was gathered in the stands, choosing their seats in the private box from the day before.

Ilsa and Greta were nowhere to be found, Harry discovered. Neither were Loren and Soula. Dahlia and Ariki were there, minus Mimei and Wikhn. A scowling Lorelei joined their ranks along with a few more of the older Deveraine children that Harry hadn't seen before. He guessed they belonged to Bhindi's side—and then he realized they were bonded.

Their parents greeted them enthusiastically and introductions were made all around. Kandra, Harry noted, was not among them. He wondered about the young woman who had given up her dragel heritage to live as an Elf, in order to escape the ones who had ruined her life.

The newcomers eventually seated themselves and no one insisted on introductions or other formalities. It was simply as if he belonged and that was that. Harry was relieved to sit back in his seat just in time to hear the announcement for the first block.

"…and so we welcome, Lady Surajini Kalzik and her esteemed Circle, along with her sisters Roshini and Tirajini. Together, they are the pillar of health for Nevarah and this morning, they offer a blessing of good health, long life and harmony with all. Lords and Ladies, welcome—The Kalzik Clans!"

Harry leaned forward in his seat, feeling a sudden thrill coursing through him. The giant floating screens broadcasted the footage from below, showing a colourful throng of dragels. A warm, strong wave of magic rippled out from the centre stage and through the entire stadium. Harry sucked in a breath, feeling that familiar magical signature washing over him. He trembled, eyes closing faintly. He could recognize it as Surajini—but now he could definitely see where Quinn's magic had come from.

He smiled. This was definitely worth the rushed morning.

The Kalzik Clan's blessing was a thing of beauty.

It began when two lines of single-file edged the long, silvery-white walkway from end to end. The women were dressed in shimmering lenghas and the men wore matching sherwanis. Gold, silver and every other colour imaginable was displayed between them all.

Once everyone was in position, they began to march in place.

What sounded like a tiny smattering of sound grew to be an ocean of rhythm until a steady, thrumming beat reverberated through the air. A lone figure strolled out to the centre, clad in bright pink, purple and orange—Surajini—when her face was visible on the screen. She eased herself down to a seated position; one knee bent in front of her as she bowed her head and rested her hands on the ground on each side of her.

The rhythm stopped.

Warm air continued to blow through the stands, flickers of golden light proving that it was no natural breeze.

Surajini lifted her head and one hand. When she opened her mouth, the voice that left her lips was haunting and mesmerizing. It rang clearly in the magically-charged air, stirring in the soul and curling around the heart. It demanded nothing, but left behind a deep, soothing calmness that could not be denied.

At an unseen signal, the dance began.

What a dance it was!

In a continuous swirl of rainbow, each step seemed to flow directly into the next and the accompanying melody rose even higher. However, wherever Surajini moved, glowing imprints from her feet were left behind on the stage. She was outlining an intricate pattern. Her sisters walked out from opposite ends of the walkway-turned-stage. Together, they joined hands and their glowing footsteps completed a beautiful symbol that stretched from one end of the walkway to another.

Then, the others began to contribute.

One by one, they left their posts, dancing out to join the three women in the centre. They added a flare of magic to a tiny flame at the centre and then returned to their appointed position.

Too soon, the dance came to an end and the tiny flame was now a towering pillar of sparkling, sea-green energy with flecks of gold and silver scattered throughout.

"Lords and ladies," the Announcer said. "The Kalzik Clan. May the blessings they have asked on your behalf, be imparted to you now. Happy Hunting."

Harry gripped Theo and Charlie's hands tight as the massive wave of magic exploded out from the walkway. He waited for the overwhelming, crushing pressure—but instead, only a gentle, tingling feeling danced over him as the visible wave stretched out. He heard Camalis gurgle and Bruen giggle. The others laughed and began to applaud.

"Are you alright?" Theo asked, squeezing his hand back. "It's a layered healing spell, meant to heal minor things and give hope."

"I feel very hopeful," Charlie said, lips twitching. He leaned over and nuzzled Harry's cheek. "It felt warm."

"It felt cool," Theo contradicted, brow furrowed.

"It felt like home," Harry said, quietly. He released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. It had filled him with a strong sense of courage and belonging, as if he could survive anything, because there was somewhere that would always welcome him back. "It feels like home," he repeated.

Tears welled in Harry's eyes, but did not spill over. Saying those words reminded him of every single time his heart had ached with the reality that his blood family did not care for him—before he'd come here, before Theo, before Charlie.

Now it brought new meaning to the term, home. He had one now. A place to belong, a place to return to—even if it was a whole other realm. They both squeezed his hands, gently—a mixture of emotion and magic filtering through their shared bonds. Harry took a slow breath, holding the feeling in his mind even as the applause built up around him and the Kalziks exited the stage.

Harry soon found himself outside of the stadium while the others paired off amidst hasty farewells and a host of new faces. He watched as Theo was dragged off by Delani to meet a group of influential nobles. Bahn and Bhindi were required to pay their respects to a few new faces that had turned up overnight, to maintain peace—a note that Harry translated as having to meet the in-laws to ensure that everything continued on smoothly.

Charlie was left with him, until Ebony appeared with two bodyguards and a walking scribe. She'd greeted them both and with Harry's permission, whisked Charlie away for a casual lunch that might include the clan chiefs. Harry waved a teasing smile on his face as he watched his Beta disappear into the crowd, an expression of mild panic on his face.

He was glad that they weren't smothering him, though he hadn't been prepared for the sudden weight of being alone after the crowded company for the past hour. The tingle of loneliness made him scowl and he stepped into the crowd, intending to simply walk wherever his feet wanted.

A slight tug on his empathy gift had him turning in confusion. He slammed face-first into a bare chest and warm, calloused hands.

"Excuse me?" A rough voice sounded from somewhere overhead. "I didn't see you—you're shorter than—I think you'd better sit down. Are you alright?" The warm hands gently ushered him forward.

Harry managed to puzzle out that he was sitting on the ground, away from the passing crowd, while the stars faded from his eyes. He hadn't been walking that fast—but he also hadn't expected to walk right into the stern fellow currently leaning over him.

"Er-" Harry began and stopped.

The Indian fellow was dressed in a very familiar outfit. Dark green and gold trousers with a fancy waistband and a matching dupatta looped around his neck. One half of the silky dupatta fell down his back, while the other hung in front. Pitch black hair was pulled back into a neat topknot and heavy gold earrings hung from his ears. Other gold accents decorated his muscular arms and his eyes were a surprising shade of green-gold, complimenting his darker complexion.

"Hi," Harry managed. He was aware the fellow was speaking, but his head was ringing and he had yet to figure out what kind of reaction it was and why. His magic had twisted a scant half-second before he'd walked into the fellow.

"Ach," the fellow muttered. "You haven't heard a word I said. I didn't hit you that hard and most people move out of the way before my personal shield even activates."

"Ale!" A familiar voice rang out. "Where are you—Harry?" It was Dyshoka, threading her way through the crowd, clad in brilliant purple and blue with golden accents. She was barefoot and her arms were filled with a picnic blanket and two woven baskets. "Alejandro!" She scolded at once. "Take these." She thrust them into his arms and helpfully smacked him over the head. "Tell me you didn't walk into him. I told you to moderate that ridiculous shield of yours."

Harry swallowed. "Dysho-"

"You poor thing," Dyshoka crooned. She offered him a hand up from the ground and began casting diagnostic spells. "Really, Alejandro. He's magic sensitive you know. That's why you shouldn't build things into spells that don't need to be there."

A soft tingle of healing magic helped the last of the stars to vanish and Harry jumped when Dyshoka smacked Alejandro on the shoulder, her lips puffed in a pout. "You never listen me, you brute."

Alejandro merely perked a brow and readjusted his new armful of picnic preparations. "If he's fine, I'll see you upstairs."

"Upstairs?" Dyshoka rolled her eyes. "Arielle. Fine. Go. Don't walk into anyone else—and take that spell off!" She huffed, turning back to Harry. "I'm sorry about that. He's been in a terrible mood all morning. Older brother of mine. He usually has better manners though. Are you feeling alright? I didn't expect to see you today."

"I'm fine now. What was that? I didn't even sense anything."

Dyshoka gave a sad smile. "That's part of his specialty. He's a different kind of healer than the rest of us—actually handles more therapy than you'd think." She shook her head. "He operates on the idea of 'tough love' though and sometimes, it makes me want to hit him over the head with his own thick-headedness!"

Harry winced. He didn't think that was possible, but he didn't bother to correct her. "It's alright. Nothing serious."

"Nothing serious doesn't have you sitting down to catch your balance," Dyshoka said, tartly. "How are you managing today? Enjoying the morning?" She pulled him into a friendly hug.

"Very," Harry said. He allowed her hug and hugged her back. "That was a very nice presentation."

"The blessing?" Dyshoka smiled. "Thank you. We practiced quite a bit for it. Summoning that much magic with only pure intent takes a great deal of concentration." She smiled. "Everyone helped." She looked from side to side, her hands on her hips. "Alone, I see. Are you off Hunting then? I won't keep you if you are."

"Theo had Alpha things to do and Charlie's mentor came," Harry resisted the urge to shrug. He hadn't figured out what to do next—yet. "I was—I-"

"No one in mind at the moment?" Her smile softened.

"Well, I just-"

"Why don't you join us?" Dyshoka said, perking up at once. "You don't have to, but it'll be fun." She held out a hand, wiggling her fingers invitingly. "It's on the skyline level."

"What's the skyline level-" Harry started to say, when she gave up on waiting for him to take her hand and simply leaned forward, looping her arm around his.

"Walk and talk. An adorable sub like you shouldn't stand about in the hall like this if you don't want to be approached." Dyshoka made a soft clicking sound with her teeth. "If you're worried, I'll ask Mama. She shouldn't mind." She looked to Harry. "There's always room for one more, in fact—Mama!" She stood on tip-toe and waved above the crowd.

Harry found himself well-hugged in the following minutes as Surajini arrived, the rest of her Circle in tow. They had been following the crowd up the walkway and most of them continued on, while she broke away to see who had called her. She handed over her armful of picnic things to Dyshoka and caught Harry up in a warm, motherly hug. She held him at arm's length a moment later, automatically casting a barrage of healing spells and tipping his chin up to check the light in his eyes.

"You look much better than yesterday," she proclaimed, releasing him at once. Her smile turned fond. "How are you faring?"

"Darling, you didn't even give him a chance to speak—and you've already pronounced him in good health," Patrick teased. "How can you expect him to answer?"

"Shush, you," Surajini perked a brow. "I don't want to hear that from the man who had a lecture about Quinn's-"

"I'm shushing. Very quiet now," Patrick interrupted. A faint flush teased his pale features. "Shouldn't you be paying attention to the lunch provisions before Hiram decides that-" he stepped out of the way when Surajini whirled around to see what he meant.

"Hiram, what are you doing—no! Don't put that there," she started off, angling towards her Alpha. "Take everything straight up to the skyline floor. No stops. I have a sensitive stomach and I won't risk any of the sides being contaminated by a-"

Their voices faded and Patrick had to chuckle, a faint gleam in his eyes. He flinched, predictably when Dyshoka smacked his shoulder. "Da! That's not nice."

He offered a smile that was a touch too innocent to be believed. "Of course not. How terrible of me."

"Da!" Dyshoka rolled her eyes. "Harry can join us today, can't he?"

"Hmm-?" Patrick's blue-green eyes locked onto Harry and his lips quirked. "Of course he can, if he wants to. Freedom of choice, remember?" He looked at Harry. "Would you like to join us? You're more than welcome."

"That'd be—nice." Harry allowed.

"Lovely," Dyshoka pronounced. "Now, I'm off and if you see Dahlia—don't tell her you saw me."

"Oh? Are we playing that again?"

"Shush." Dyshoka fluttered a hand. "We have a bet running—and she knows it. If I hear from her that she heard from you-"

Patrick held both hands over his mouth. He waited until Dyshoka was out of sight, before his hands dropped back to his sides. A fond look stole over his features. "It seems that all the women in my life are destined to tell me to keep my words to myself," he hummed. "This will be interesting. Shall we, Harry?"

Harry found himself on the skyline level, which turned out to be the highest section of the stadium, without a hint of shade in sight. The overhanging awnings for the sections below made up the floor of the skyline level itself. The Kalziks—and there were many of them—simply showed up and began to spread out blankets, chairs and tables.

Snacks appeared on the tables, a few simple games were set out and a shaded pavilion was magically constructed to allow some respite from the sun. Harry was ushered into a corner of the shaded space, given a glass of chilled fruit juice and a soft, fluffy pillow to sit on. He sat and sipped the juice, watching them bustle around. Hiram paused to welcome him with a nod and a pat to the head. Patrick winked and snuck him a sweet pastry filled with coloured coconut.

Quinn and Kyle were nowhere to be seen. Harry wondered where they went. He ate the strange snack and decided it was good. Licking his fingers, he settled down to observe. No one had asked anything of him as yet and those that had paid him some form of notice, treated him as an honored guest.

Surajini was in top form, snapping out orders left and right, while her Bonded hurried to comply. It was quite clear that they'd done this routine before, because in a matter of minutes, the plain open space became a cosy, temporary shelter. Once done, she called them to order and requested an informal itinerary.

"Make sure you take enough protein balls," Surajini held up a platter in one hand, bearing some rounded snacks rolled in sesame seeds. "And if you're skipping the ritual tonight, then do not have any caffeine after seven, because you'll be needed for the morning rites. Understood?"

"Yes, Mama," a general chorus went up from her gathered offspring. Some took the protein treats, while others simply came for a hug and kiss, before disappearing back down to the lower levels of the stadium. When things were mostly calm again, Surajini joined him in the shaded spot, her sharp eyes catching the smudges of colour on his fingers, before she passed him a napkin.

"I will not ask which one of those gave you that," she grumbled. "But you should have an extra glass of juice and probably a protein ball. There's an herbed mixture in that sweet that helps with digestion." Her eyebrow twitched. "Patrick—we're missing two, where did you leave Quinn and-"

"We're here!" Kyle wheezed, standing atop the staircase. He allowed himself to be pushed out of the way by a vaguely irritated Quinn who came up behind him, carrying a large silver platter of foodstuffs, covered by a colourful cloth. "He wouldn't rush the baking spell!" He trotted over to the shaded space and collapsed dramatically into Surajini's lap.

A laugh bubbled up in Harry's throat. Kyle made great faces. Neither of the duo seemed to have noticed him yet.

"My poor darling," Surajini said, dryly. She bent and kissed his damp brow, smoothing back the wild tufts of forest green hair. They fell perfectly into place beneath her preening fingers. She summoned a glass of juice to her hand and a straw, before she offered it to him. "Did you find the dye?"

Kyle grinned, sitting up and moving to the side. He took the drink, leaning against her when she rested an arm around his shoulders and squeezed gently. "I did, it's in my pocket."

"I can always count on you, can't I?" Surajini hummed. She kissed the top of his head. "Thank you, darling."

Kyle's grin grew wider. He settled comfortably where he was, soaking up the attention. Light brown eyes landed on Harry and Kyle blushed. "H-harry!"

Quinn's head snapped around at once. He'd just set his platter atop the refreshment table and was nodding in answer to a silent conversation taking place with Patrick. Teal eyes grew round and wide when they landed on Harry and scarcely a second later, his lips curved into a happy smile.

Patrick hid a smile of his own, the expression eerily similar. He bent forward and murmured something that had Quinn leaving the table and moving over to the shaded space. He winked at Harry and busied himself at the table, deliberately turning his back to their little group.

"You forgot to add the fennel, didn't you?" Surajini asked, holding out her free hand. "What does your father think he's doing? I can see what he's putting into those little-"

Quinn shrugged. He dropped to his knees, filling the space between his mother and Harry. He took her hand and touched it to his cheek, eyes locked with her to maintain the mental connection.

"Silly boy," Surajini murmured, her attention already redirected. She kissed his cheek and patted the space beside her. "Sit properly. Did you use sunscreen? You're looking paler than him." Her head tipped in Patrick's direction.

A pale pink blush suffused his cheeks and Quinn nodded. He tipped his head at Harry.

"I don't know, darling, I didn't ask." Surajini leaned forward. "Harry, dear, did you use any sunscreen and do you need it?" Her brow furrowed. "I don't remember a charm on you for that. Your Alpha is Earth, so I wager you'd be alright for a little while. Your Beta's fire, so that would imply some sort of immunity, but that's not always the case."

Harry shook his head. "I don't usually use them, but-" he thought back to the day on the beach with the Deveraines. Bahn had cast a charm on him then and at one point, Theo had fussed over him for staying in the sun. "I guess I should?"

Surajini smiled. She reached across Quinn, holding out her hand to Harry. "Here, I'll do it. You shouldn't use those charms on yourself; they work better when applied by a third-party."

"Really?" Harry lightly touched her fingers, surprised to find that her magic was even softer and lighter than his first impression of her. Her strength could be tempered, it seemed. It curled around him, brushing a deliberate coolness over his entire figure.

"Surajini-!" Hiram called from the far end of the floor. "A moment, please?"

She turned, wrinkling her nose when her sharp brown eyes zeroed in on the reason for her Alpha's polite summons. "The morning's only begun. Lord Rampal, already?" She huffed. "Can't be helped, I suppose. Be nice to our guest, you two." She rose, smoothing her colourful skirts with dignity, before gliding forward—the picture of elegance. Her voice faded as she drew near. "Lord Rampal, how nice to see you on this lovely day…"

Quinn hissed softly. Kyle elbowed him. "Don't. He can probably hear us," he spun a thread of magic on his fingers, throwing up a small sound shield. "At least wait until I cast it." His eyes darkened as he watched the fancy lord greet Surajini with a kiss to her hand. "Leech." He muttered, ignoring the look that Quinn sent him. "He is and you can't tell me otherwise," he snapped. "Hey Harry. Did you like the presentation?"

"It was great," Harry set his empty glass on the ground. He couldn't see anything wrong with the high noble, except that his eyes were an odd, red color and his scent was slightly off. "I didn't see you though." He'd looked for the shock of forest green hair, but hadn't been able to find it. He'd seen Quinn though—it'd been easy to pick out him and Patrick, by their trademark blond hair. Quinn had been gorgeous and perfectly coordinated.

Quinn's shoulder shook in laughter and he pointed to himself, then to Kyle and pantomimed wrapping his dupatta round his head, teal eyes dancing with mischief.

Harry's jaw dropped. "He was the one next to you? The one with the wrapped-?" It had been easy to pick out Quinn amongst the others.

Kyle snickered. "Guilty as charged. Not everyone appreciates a Fae in the midst of the esteemed Kalzik clan," his look turned fond. "Mama doesn't care though, so she improvised and said that it would look better if some of us had turbans and some didn't. I don't think anyone would have dared to tell her otherwise."

"But you're an Earth Fae—wasn't it an Earth blessing?" Harry asked. He thought it would have made more sense to have a naturally inclined earth-creature to assist with such an important elemental spell.

Quinn shrugged and rolled his eyes, making a twirling sign beside his head.

That, Harry could understand. "Crazy. Right. There's too many like that," he said, before he could stop himself. It worked though and both boys laughed right along with him, Quinn's silent huffing laughter and Kyle's dignified chuckles.

"If it were only that easy," Kyle gasped out. "I knew I liked you for a reason." His eyes sparkled merrily. "There are too many of them," he nudged Quinn with one foot. "He can play Creeper with us, right?"

Harry choked. "What?"

"It's a game. Like tag—but more complicated," Kyle flapped a hand at him. "He can even be on your team, what do you say?"

Quinn gave him a withering look, eyes narrowed.

Harry swallowed. He didn't have to read between the lines to understand the sibling conversation taking place away from his ears. "I've never played-"

"All the more reason for you to join us," Kyle said, smoothly. "And he can wear a bracelet or something, Quinn, it's not like you can't communicate any other way." He frowned. "No using that spell though—or I'll tell."

Quinn huffed, folding his arms over his chest.

"I will—I swear!" Kyle snapped. "You know what it does to you and besides, the specialist is coming, isn't he? Can't you just avoid it for a few more days?" He sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Do you see what I have to put up with?" He asked. "This lout!"

Another laugh threatened to come up when Kyle thumped Quinn and earned an affronted look for his declaration. Harry sniggered. "What is Creeper—besides complicated tag?"

"It's fun," Kyle said, cheerfully. "One's the Creeper and he's supposed to hunt you down, only you have two shots to defend yourself. If you hit him, you're the Creeper and you can collect his treasures. Everyone has a treasure to guard and the Creeper is supposed to creep in and steal them. If you've managed to tag everyone by the end of three hours, you can keep all the loot."

"What kind of treasure?"

"Depends on who's playing, really. Trinkets, charms, snacks, jewellery." Kyle shrugged. "It's mostly for fun. It could also be something like a no-questions asked favour for use sometime in the future, a kiss, arranging a date with a sibling, help with your homework, a rematch—whatever you like. It really depends on who's playing. Everyone offers something."

Harry hesitated. It sounded interesting, but he didn't have anything to trade.

"You can even play in teams, which means you have four chances to tag the Creeper instead of two," Kyle winked. "It'll be fun, promise."

Quinn shook his head and said something that had Kyle blushing furiously.

"Of course, I'd pair with Emily!" He sputtered, lunging for the smirking Quinn. "And I'll thank you to keep those thoughts to yourself. As if you wouldn't do the same if you had your eye on someone-!"

"I don't have anything to add," Harry said, before they could start on each other again.

Both Kalziks turned to stare at him. Kyle stopped in mid-strangle and Quinn paused in mid-headlock. He straightened up, effectively tackling Kyle to the ground and pinning him there with one knee and both hands, lips pursed in thought. He shifted to sit on top of Kyle, and then pantomimed buttoning cuffs.

Harry looked down at his wrists and the fancy cufflinks that Theo had given him that morning. It was his first time wearing them. That was an option, he supposed.

"Ow, Quinn! Lemme up," Kyle wriggled. He caught sight of Harry's conflicted look. "Hey, if you play with us, we usually win. You won't lose whatever you bet and if you do, we'll just play again." He gave another wriggle. "Quinn—I'm serious. Off!"

Quinn slipped off of him, patting his head.

Kyle gave him a dirty look and sat up with a huff. "You're lucky I don't have my runes on yet," he muttered. "Come on, Harry. It'll be fun." He stretched up to his full height and offered a hand. "Most of us Kalziks play; you'll be in good company."

Harry started when Quinn's cool, smooth hand slipped into his own. He felt a gentle prod at his mental shields, accompanied by a wisp of Quinn's magic.

You don't have to play if you don't want to. I'll tell Kyle to back off.

The thought scrolled through his head and Harry found himself staring into those mesmerizing teal eyes. He could only think that Quinn's magic was beautiful and special—and that he had been right. Next to Theo, Quinn's hands felt like magic.

Playing sounded like a great idea. Playing with Quinn was even better—and no. Absolutely not thinking in that way at all—Harry blushed.

THE HUNT : NEVARAH : DAY 1, NIGHT, REAPING

Lord Cunningham materialized in the darkest sliver of shadow present in the Earth Royal's quarters. He ignored the way the King and Queen started at his sudden entrance and strode into the centre of the room. His guess had been accurate, the other royals had also gathered there, deeming the Earth quarters to be the most secure and private out of all other elements.

He offered a deep, formal bow, holding the bland smile in place as he straightened up. "Begging your royal pardons, your highnesses, but I come tonight with a very specific request."

The Earth King exchanged a look with the Fire Queen. "Speak your mind, shadowed one," he said.

Lord Cunningham inclined his head, one hand still fisted over his heart. "Due to the matter handled by Prince Raspen in respect to the disappearance of Maurice Elswood, I humbly request permission to Hunt on behalf of my Submissive, Lady Mariana."

The Air Queen stiffened in her position behind the sofa where Princess Dawne sat up straight. Barely concealed worry was visible in both pairs of silver eyes, but neither of them spoke. The Air King looked to Lady Bianca, who quirked her shoulders in an unladylike shrug.

"Do you request this in your full capacity?"

"I do and I ask it on Lady Mariana's behalf. There is something disturbing at work. It should be taken care of immediately." Lord Cunningham said.

"Your submissive is a bloodthirsty viper," the Fire King said, coldly. "Her last rampage caused us a tremendous amount of collateral damage in terms of-"

"But it is, Maurice, my love," The Fire Queen rested a hand on her Bonded's arm. "He suffered more than anyone should ever have to and he survived."

"You have my permission," Prince Raspen said, quietly.

All heads in the room turned to him.

He stood at the fireplace, a scroll of parchment in hand, a grim look on his face. "You are acting on my behalf, anyway, so I will take full responsibility."

"Raspen!" The Earth King said, sharply.

"My apologies, Father, but it is upon my head." Prince Raspen said, coolly. He cast a look at the perfectly still Lord Cunningham. "You would simply act accordingly, if we refused, would you not?"

"You are too kind, my prince, to grant hope to those who walk within the shadow," Lord Cunningham said. His voice was soft and smooth, the smirk on his lips befitting that of any cursed hound of death. "It would be rude of me to presume."

"Go! Do what you must and if you can be bothered to leave nothing in your wake, then do so. I will not have your recklessness endangering all of us. Be discreet and invisible. If you cannot do so, then bear my wrath upon your hide." Golden eyes fluxed to pitch black. "Am I understood, oh great shadow?"

"Your wish is my only reason for existence."

"Swear it." Prince Raspen demanded.

"I swear it shall be done, my prince."

"Go!"

There was a vicious twist in the slender shadow and it dissolved into nothing. The light in the room flickered and a heavy unpleasantness hung in the air.

"Is that wise?" Princess Dawne asked. She leaned into her mother's supportive hand.

Prince Raspen scowled at the empty space and threw the parchment into the fire. "That isn't of any consequence now, is it?"

"You do not have to shoulder everything, Raspen." Princess Ebony finished braiding her hair and threw it over her shoulder. "I hope you're prepared for what they'll do though. They're on earth right now, aren't they?"

"Earth?" The Earth royals exclaimed in unison.

"Don't, Father, Mother," Prince Raspen said, when both of his parents moved towards him. "It is on my head as I said. Now, will the reaping commence tonight as usual?"

THE EVANSONS : DAY 1, REAPING

"That's two for me!" Arrow whooped. He gave a little shimmy, magic shimmering at his fingertips. "Ha! I knew I hit him."

"No fair, Arrow!" Wistar scowled up at him. "You cheated!"

"He can't cheat, sweetie," Peony consoled her youngest brother. "He's just a bit taller than you and he's learned to use his height to his best advantage. You'll learn that when you're older."

"Really?"

"Of course. Trust me. Now come on, we need to keep up."

"Don't linger!" Chris called back, a hint of sharpness in his normally even tone. "Keep together and stay in the middle."

"Yes, Da!" The three children chorused. Peony's magic blew them a bit forward to keep the hunting formation, allowing the boys to focus on their next offensive spells. She smiled fondly at them, checking left and right to be sure that she was maintaining their position as needed.

"You baby them too much," Ivy said, with a shake of her head. "They'll have to find their own feet."

"Pot, kettle," Peony chuckled. "They'll find their feet and I'll make sure nothing swallows them alive while they're searching, Mum." She sniffed the air, zeroing on a scrap of approaching darkness. "Overhead, three paces off."

Ivy's wings fluttered and she twisted to her left, murmuring the incantation that would activate the moment she laid eyes on the approaching Fabrine. Her spells were more subtle, but no less devastating.

"At least they're not as bad as those two," Jasmine said, wearily.

Ahead, just within sight, Jun viciously hacked down three Fabrine with a fiery shockwave spell. She moved in perfect sync with Briar who tore off the heads of the remaining two, gulping them down whole into his cursed body. It was fuel to him in his present form. He snarled and snapped, charging forward again.

Shaking himself out, he threw his shaggy head back, howling to the sky. Answering howls reverberated through the air, his fellow hounds also on the prowl. Jun's lip curled in a snarl and the pair streaked forward once more.

"Speak for yourself," Leif grumbled, switching out with Ivy as she broke away from formation, her incantation finished. "I don't even want to know which one of them has more kills at the moment."

Rian sniggered. "That's easily answered. Briar's busy filling his belly and Jun is too busy taking her temper out on everything else. They're about equal."

"That's definitely not good," Jasmine muttered. "Shouldn't you do something about that, Sir Charming?"

"Flattery will take you far, my love," Rian hummed. "Doesn't matter to me which one of them wins, besides, she's showing off a bit—probably for George's sake. The kid's quicker than he looks."

"He's better than I thought he'd be," Leif said, grudging admiration in his voice. "She taught him well, which makes me wonder how long they've known each other. He hasn't questioned her once since they've started."

"Not long enough," Rian said. "Notice that he still watches for her cues?" He didn't add that for all of their bravery, not one of them would dare cross Jun in her current mood. He was fairly certain that Regulus and George were no different.

Leif squinted. He had noticed, but he hadn't connected the dots on that hint. If they'd spent enough time together, a mentor-student duo would move seamlessly together—without having to watch for obvious cues. They'd simply know how the other would react and adjust accordingly. Regulus seemed to be keeping up as well.

"To your left—stop slacking, Da!" Peony called back. She streaked by, her magic visibly swirling around her as she called on her fae nature to raise extra power for all of them.

Leif scowled, but dropped back obligingly and raised his spike staff in anticipation. When the Fabrine came surging up from below, he struck it down with a single blow. He supposed there were worse ways to spend the night. Reaping was probably a good thing right now, because he was sure that Jun's temper would reach new proportions when she met her father again. He stifled a shudder. There wasn't anyone who was looking forward to that meeting.

A/N: Hey everyone. Apologies for the late chapter. I meant to post it earlier, however, when I came to visit my parents, they finally told me that my two cats had passed away . I'm a bit of a mess at the moment. They were the only pets I had and I couldn't take them with me—they were 14-years-old, from the same litter. I'm not that much of an animal person, but I did love my cats.

At any rate, I figured it'd be best to post this chapter instead of trying to finish the review replies, else it would have taken another week. My sincerest thanks to those of you who read these notes and know to check the forums, before spamming me with PM's. Your empathy and understanding mean the world to me. Thank you for your support and kind reviews here on TBDH and my indie project, The Dragel's Song. Welcome to the new readers. I'm glad you found this story. I hope everyone enjoyed this installment. Thanks for reading!

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STATE OF CHARACTERS:

Theo-( at the hunt)

Charlie-(at the hunt)

Harry-(with Quinn and Kyle)

Deveraine Circle members-(at the hunt)