Alpha's Blind Luna novel Chapter 89

Everything had already been cleared from our table save the two drinks we were nursing and so she spread out a map onto the table as well as a pile of documentation. All over the map there were X’s and little numbers next to them.

It ranged from one to fifty-six. Sitting up, I leaned over the world map, looking over the red X’s that were scattered throughout the map.

“Each stop…” she placed her finger on the markings “…is a known sighting of The Huntress within the past few years.”

Pulling from the top of the stack, she placed a paper over the map. “This is the first, the China incident where over 200 vampires died in an explosion at a lab. All the info we could gather on the incident as well as the lab information is on the sheet. Each incident or sighting has been marked with a number, corresponding with a page of documentation.”

My eyes widened. “Wait, fifty-six places have been attacked?”

Camilla shook her head. “Fifty-two actually ended with a lab explosion. Four of which were just sightings in a particular place if it was during a down time.”

Peter whistled, shaking his head slightly. “I thought it was nearing thirty.”

“A few of these facilities aren’t just off the grid but also top secret to their respected governments. So when those get blasted, no one hears about them.” She smiled. “Rather, the news doesn’t hear about them.”

Looking closer, there was even an X on Mark’s pack, it being number forty-one. I tapped the last sighting on the map, number fifty-six.

“What’s this one?”

Camilla pulled out the paper and placed it on the table. It had a blurry photo paperclipped to it. Even in the photo, my moms white hair stood out but I noticed it was short, not nearly the length she had when I last saw her. I knew she took pride in her hair and struggled with getting it cut sometimes but this was definitely shorter than anything I’d ever seen her have.

“This was the last sighting we have had of her. It was five weeks ago in Amsterdam. Before that, there was a four month period of quiet. A couple of the guild boys caught her mulling about Amsterdam. But in regards to blowing up things, it seems she’s stopped completely.”

I grimaced. Pipsqueak was known to be in Amsterdam at times but no one knew where. It made sense that my mom would know and go visit. But the fact that there hasn’t been anything else since then was disheartening.

“From what it looks like, she’s stopped attacking labs. Either she found what she was looking for or she’s tired of doing what she’s been doing. It has been two years since this all started.” Camilla tapped the very first X in China. “She’s not getting any younger and I’m sure the imprisonment didn’t do much to help that.”

My eyes widened. “You know she was imprisoned?”

Camilla smirked. “My dear Alpha King, I am the last of what the humans call The Illuminati. Though the name and the background regarding the group has been twisted and changed so much over the years it’s silly to even call it that anymore. We were protectors of information and in doing so, we know everything. Our gifts are specific to procuring information. The one you call Grandpa, Morgan Russo, is also one of us. Being head of the guild allows him to not be so much in the shadows to get information, but rather have a multitude of eyes. Verses my network, which is far more quiet.”

Sighing, I rubbed my forehead and closed my eyes. “So this information comes from everywhere and yet no one has laid eyes on her since five weeks ago? She’s not that hard to spot.”

Chuckling, she shook her head. “Do you really not know your mother at all?”

I growled. “I know enough. But what I’m looking for is relevant information. Not old news.”

Shrugging, Camilla leaned back in her chair. “I mean, I don’t know what you think you’re going to find, Alpha King, but it isn’t a murderer. The Huntress has done many things over her career. Some of them having been less than savory. I would know, I commissioned some of them.”

Peter and I both shifted in our seats but stayed quiet.

“But ever since she came back from being captured by the Blood Hunter Coven.” She smirked. “The first time, mind you. She’s been solely focused on making the world a safer place for us supernaturals. Every decision, every battle, every explosion, brings us closer to a safer world that can live in harmony with each other. So again, I ask, what do you think you will find? Because I promise you, it’s not what you think.”

Camilla got up and gave a small smile, looking at the group of musicians up on stage. They were laughing while playing some ridiculous pop song and the woman was imitating the original artist making the others laugh. Looking back at us, she shook her head.

“It would be best to focus more on your territory, your race, and the peace that’s crumbing beneath us. Focusing on that will eventually lead you down a path that will coincide with The Huntress. Even if she goes dark, if there is a need to rebalance, to keep the peace, she will help. Because that’s who she is and has come to be but if you continue to pursue her, you will only end up frustrated and asking all the wrong questions.”

“How do you know it’s crumbing? What have you heard? What can we do to stop it?”

Smiling, she shook her head. “I don’t provide the path, or a way forward in the darkness. I provide the map that shows you where you are and where you can go. You need to be asking the right questions, Alpha King.”

I was quiet for a moment, before I narrowed my eyes. “Can you get a message to The Huntress?”

She looked at me, her eyes narrowing. “Not directly, no. But there are codes in which can be sent throughout the network that may or may not get to her. We don’t know if she’s even in contract with anyone. But I can certainly try.”

My eyes stared at the map, at all the X’s in red and I pursed my lips. “Come home. Just come home, huntress. That should be enough.”

Nodding, Camilla put the chair back at the table that she had grabbed it from.

“I can do that, Alpha King. No promises, but I’ll put it out there.”

I nodded and grabbed my glass, downing it in one gulp. Peter was staring at the stage again, his finger tapping on the outer rim glass. Finally he took a deep breath.

“If I asked the singer out, would she say yes?”

Camilla barked out a laugh. “Honestly, I’d like to see you try for the hell of it, but no. It would not end well for you.”

“Are you sure? I can be pretty charming.”

“Oh my dear boy, there are so many reasons. One…” She turned and pointed to her. “Those tattoos on her back, those aren’t just any tattoos. Those are seals. They help seal away the fey power. Normally, a fey wouldn’t even need those and your more power fey might have something akin to a tramp stamp. Her tattoo goes from her neck down below her pant line. That is nearly unheard of unless you are royalty. On top of that, she’s a lot older than she looks. Which might be good for you considering she looks in her early twenties. Smart as hell, speaks multiple languages, knows her way around guns. She’s not just a pretty face and a beautiful voice. She will fuck you up.”

Peter chuckled. “You’re just making a case for me to talk to her.”