Jay could not believe that she was a queen now; of real royalty. Talk about change. She had changed for the better. She was married to the kindest most loving man she had ever known. A king, the king of the wolves. She was also pregnant in which the entire kingdom knew of now. She was so happy.

Later that night as she sat at her vanity, she smiled at herself in the mirror. Life was sweet when she met Glenn Jacobs. He had changed her life for the better. This life was far better than the old one she had then. Everything was better now. It was so good that she wondered if this all was just a really nice dream. If it was, then she did not want to wake again.

She now knew what true love felt like and that it does exist. Before all of this happened, she never believed in happily ever after tales. She would have never believed that something like this was in store for her. Then, no one could have told her otherwise but now, now she knew that happily ever after tales do exist because she was living one right now.

'Oh yeah, Jay. We are definitely living a fairy tale.' I said to her telepathically.

She chuckled softly.

'Yes we are.' She responded.

She lifted her hairbrush and began to brush her long hair.

'So what would you like to be called now?' I asked.

She paused in her task to think.

'Well, I now have a title: The Queen of Wolphshire. In public I have to be referred to as the Wolf Queen but behind closed doors, call me what you always do, Angel.' She said then resumed to brushing her hair.

'Okay, Jay-Jay.'

She scowled.

'Why do you persist on calling me that? I do not like it.'

I laughed, knowing she despised the name.

'You want to know why I call you that?'

'Yes I would.'

'I do it like you like to do it to me. You fucked with me before with the disgusting details you learned when you Healed sickly people. So I've the same reason you do it to me: Just to fuck with you.'

She scowled again, knowing what I said was true.

'Touché,' She said grudgingly.

I smiled triumphantly as Mark flitted into the bedroom. I gasped and turned to look at him.

'Ooh, got to go. Hubby's here!'

Jay shook her head then smiled. Angel would always be like that; forever loving and playful.

'Have fun, queenie.'

Not expecting an answer, she got up when Glenn walked into the room. She faced him with a smile. He raised an eyebrow then smirked. She suddenly felt a need for him that only he could sate as her gaze slowly trailed down his hard body. He scented her desire and had her naked and in their bed before she could blink…

Space

Harley say in her comfy recliner before the blazing fireplace within her room and thought back to Glenn and Jay's wedding. Everything had been perfect. Jay was so beautiful, and Glenn was so handsome. She sighed then sadly, missing her late husband. She missed Jared something fierce and now seeing that Mark was married, and no longer alone, had her depressed.

Would love ever find its way back into her life? No one really knew how lonely she was without Jared, without someone to call her own. She thought back to what Angelica had said a while ago: To bring him back, to resurrect him. The Immortals forbade such an action and she was far too fearful to try to attempt such a thing.

So with that thought, she was better off alone.

Suddenly there was an interference within the flames of the fireplace. She looked to the hearth as the flames then flared brightly. She gasped and jumped up, wondering what the hell was going on. Then a face materialized within the flames and she slowly eased forward, unable to place it.

"I've finally found someone! Thank the Ancients!" The face looked as relieved as the voice sounded.

Eyebrows furrowed, Harley slowly knelt before the flames as well as the flaming face.

"Who is this?" She asked cautiously.

"I am Ardemys Ash, the infamous Sorcerer of Evil."

Harley gasped and scrambled back from the fireplace with fear in her eyes. Ardemys Ash?! By the Ancients, why is the evilest of all Sorcerers contacting her? What did he want of her?

"Do not fear me for the Ancients have given me another chance at life and I intend on doing good deeds from now on."

She still felt uneasy with having him contact her.

"What do you want with me, Ardemys?" She asked, cursing her quivering voice.

"I need to find Angelica St. John, the woman of which the prophecy speaks."

Harley gasped and scrambled back to the hearth, her green eyes wide.

"You know of the prophecy?!"

His face flickered as he nodded.

"I was given the prophecy by the Ancients themselves. I don't have much time, but Rose recruited me to help her extinguish the entire Vampire race. I cannot follow such hatred. I have a small Vampire girl in my protection and am looking for a way out of this hell. Please tell me that you can help us." He beseeched.

Harley started at his fiery face as she felt her power itching within her fingertips. She sensed that he was being truthful about what he was telling her, so she had to help him, right? Plus he had a little girl in his protection? She couldn't just refuse them.

"You cannot flit?"

His eyes grew wide as he shook his head.

"I cannot. Can you?"

"Yes Ardemys. If you cannot flit, I can create a portal for you both to come through."

He nodded immediately.

"How soon can you do that?" He asked eagerly.

She thought for a moment.

"Hopefully before dawn." She said, thinking of what the king and queen would say.

"That is perfect. Please do that soon."

"You've to give me a sign as to when I can, Sorcerer."

"I will, Witch. Thank you so much!" He said before vanishing from her flames.

Harley quickly stood and bit her lip out of nervousness for what the royal couple would say when she told them of her conversation with Ardemys Ash…

Space

"You did what?!" Mark nearly yelled.

I cringed at his booming voice as I watched from the edge of the bed I sat on. Harley stood before Mark with her head down and her eyes upon the floor. She fidgeted with her skirt, cringing as well when his voice rose. I frowned. She looked like a child who was being punished for sticking her hand in the cookie jar before dinner when she was told not to in the first place. I was about to stand when she spoke.

"But he knows of the prophecy, Sire."

Mark and I tensed, looking at her with wide eyes.

"What?" Mark asked finally.

I stood and floated by his side.

"How?" I asked eagerly.

"The Ancients told him. He only wants to help us, Sire."

His green eyes blazed.

"How can an evil- infamously evil mind you- Sorcerer want to help what others consider fucking abominations?" He growled and turned, flitting to the window then punching a hole in the wall beside it.

I looked back at him with narrows eyes. We are not fucking abominations! Tamping down on my anger, I turned back to Harley.

"He wants to help us?"

She nodded while biting her lower lip, casting nervous glances Mark's way.

"Help is how, Harley?"

She looked to me as Mark turned to listen.

"He's against Rose's extermination plan if all the Vampires because of what the Ancients bestowed upon him. He believes they are giving him another chance at life, at redemption. He also has a little Vampire girl of whom which he saved from Rose's slaying."

I looked at her, believing her as Mark flitted to my side.

"I have to create a portal for them to come through before dawn."

"But what if he's lying, only wanting to appease Rose?" Mark questioned.

She shook her head.

"I've thought about that, Sire. But I doubt it. I could sense that he was telling the truth about everything."

"Then that portal needs to be created." I said, looking at Harley still.

"I'm still leery about this, Angie." Mark said with furrowed eyebrows and a shake of his head.

I looked up at him then.

"Two people's lives hang in the balance here, Mark. I can see that he wants to escape and if they cannot? What happens to him? Or Ancients forbid, what happens to that little girl? They are coming here and that's final."

I looked back to Harley.

"A portal needs to be created. Do so."

With a glance at the awed king, she gave a nod then vanished.

"Glenn, Jay, and my parents need to be informed of this. I'll do so." I said then turned.

Mark grabbed my arm, stilling me. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow. I could tell that he was angry. He'd gotten his way for so many centuries and now that he was finally married, he must not like others giving orders other than him.

"This is definitely not final." He growled.

"Do you want innocent people's lives on your hands?"

His eyes narrowed.

"He's far from innocent, Angie."

"Maybe so but if this isn't done then Ardemys and that poor little girl will be killed, amongst others. Is that what you want on your conscience?"

He frowned as his grip softened upon my arm.

"Angie, I just want you safe."

I stepped close to him and placed a hand upon his chest.

"I know love, and I will be safe. With another person here, well ha r more power to protect us all and more. Do you trust me?"

"With my life." He said without hesitation.

"Then let this be done. Please Mark."

His frowned deepened as he reluctantly gave a nod.

"All right, love…"