Oof, can you believe we're at chapter 50 already?? I can't!! Thanks for sticking with me for this long ;)

- Sian

"Who do you think it is?" Flora questioned, acting jittery for her old age.

Hunter looked around again and shrugged. "Will you just tell me? We have less than an hour to find her." Flora peered at him over the top of her glasses and rested a hand on her hip. Hunter stared back. "Nana."

"Oh for goodness sake boy. It's me!"

"You what? Oh!" Hunter's eyes looked like they would pop from his skull. "OH!"

"Shush!" Flora hissed and looked around when Milokan and Kaiden glanced their way. "Come with me." She guided her dumbstruck grandchild out of the Kitchen, grinning at Alfred along the way, who nodded to Hunter with an apologetic smile. She led him into the living room.

Hunter was starting to think it would suit a new title: confession room. He sat on the couch, gawking at his grandmother. "Please explain. My brain has exploded already today."

"Here's what you need to know. I can explain the rest later." Flora settled herself on the coffee table next to an old shoe box. She pushed it aside, not aware of its content. "So, I'm the God of wisdom." She paused to see Hunter's reaction, but he didn't move an inch. His face was set like concrete. "I have been the God of wisdom this entire time. Well, not the entire time. I forced myself to turn human, like Scott. I just never woke my powers for the Lunar cycle. I wasn't sure if they would be passed to Margo because they didn't pass to her when she turned eighteen, though it does explain her gift. I thought she would know. Maybe she does."

Hunter thought about how his mother knows everything and anything before it's even said out loud. "It kinda makes a lot of sense," he muttered, wanting to fall face first into the couch and sleep for a million years.

"Yes. You've even said yourself that you wouldn't be surprised if I were hundreds of years old, and you always come to me for wisdom."

Hunter leant his back against the cushions. His body stopped tensing and he visibly deflated. "Why?"

"Why did I keep it a secret?" She asked. Hunter nodded. "Well, you've always had way too much to deal with, and not even your mother knows. Granted, I should have told you all when Jacota got his powers, but I didn't see the point. I had buried my powers so far I didn't know how to reach them and telling you wouldn't make any difference. I knew there would be a day when I sat you all down and spoke about my past, and it looks like that day has come." Flora hauled her frail body from the table to the couch. "Of course, Scott knows. We have always been best friends, and it was crucial that I was there for him when Jacota got his powers." Flora patted Hunter's knee when he started to look lost. "Did it not dawn on you that something was happening? I had the Enchiridion which belonged to Scott. The God of Wisdom was the last God to write in it."

Hunter's skin tingled. "I uh-" He cleared his throat and wished to splash freezing water over his head. "I guess I didn't really pay attention." He finally connected their gaze. His Nana's eyes were like looking into the core of the universe. Their sapient shine leaked knowledge and love. "I don't even know why I'm surprised."

"You're surprised by my secret, not what the secret is about." Flora rubbed the back of his hand with a smile. "I'm sorry I kept this from you, but deep down, I'm sure you've always had your suspicions."

Hunter filled his lungs with air and exhaled as slowly as he could. "What happens now?" His ears wrung and he started to get a headache.

"I'm too weak to help with the tear which means my powers need a young, able body," Smiled flora. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. "Which means that my powers go to you."

Everything around Hunter stopped, even his heart. For a moment, the dust hovered in place, the birds were scared off by the tear, the air froze, and his blood ceased. "But-"

"I know. You're already the mate of a God. I was surprised when you connected a bond with Jacota, knowing there was already Gods blood in your body. You're last in line for the powers. They have nowhere else to go other than to you." Flora shuffled closer, turning his hand over so she could see his palm. "I should wait for the full moon, but time won't stop for us, not today."

"What are you doing?" Hunter asked as she started making slow circles around his palm with her index finger.

"Giving you my powers. The tear has to be closed, now."

* * * * *

"Oliver is really suffering," Milokan sighed sadly, swapping his gaze from the army of angels outside to the injured human. Oliver's head rested against Vinny's shoulder. His eyes would open occasionally, but he was severely concussed and doing the best he could to stay awake. Vinny stared at the ground. He refused to blink as he focused on sharing his strengths with his soulmate. Vinny's determination was the only thing keeping Oliver from slipping into an unconscious state.

"Panuleon will wake up soon. We have fifty minutes until the angels destroy us all." Kaiden sat on the floor with his back against the wall. Milokan forced his legs to lie flat, so he could sit on them.

"I know you don't usually have faith, but today would be a nice day to find some," the angel said, raising a brow.

"I'm not a being of faith; I'm a being of destruction." Kaiden pulled Milokan closer to his heart when thoughts of them fighting made him a little sick.

"It will feel wrong to fight the angels, but I know I am on the right side." Milokan pulled the demon's head down and kissed him with confidence. Just like the first time, their kiss filled them with a warm tenderness. "I don't want to lose sight of you if we do fight."

"You won't," Kaiden whispered, displaying their affection openly for all to see. "I'll be right by your side until it's all over."

Milokan nodded and hugged him to hide the fear spreading through his features, but Kaiden felt his stress and held him tight, not daring to think about the future.

The atmosphere in the kitchen was quiet, thick, and hot, getting heavier as time went on. Everyone spoke in low, depressed murmurs until a loud cry of pain sent a shock wave through the air.

Sam clutched his hand and his legs buckled underneath him, falling to the tiles in the kitchen.

William was so startled, he dropped his walking stick and hopped off the stool, falling by his side. "Sam! Sam what's wrong?" he asked, gripping the werewolf's shoulders.

A red circle appeared on Sam's hand. It burned into his skin like he had pressed his hand on top of the stove. "I don't know!" The wolf cried when his chest pulsed with something other than his muscular organ. He sucked in the air when all the muscles in his body trembled and tensed without his control.

Margo and Anthony rushed to his side. Everyone in the room watched in confusion, apart from Alfred who stood with his hands by his side and his mouth open, astonished.

* * * * *

Hunter watched a frown appeared on Flora's wrinkled forehead. Her finger continued to circle his palm, but nothing happened.

"My power is going somewhere. It's not going to you-" The door burst open, cutting Flora's sentence short. Alfred rushed over with flushed cheeks.

"Your powers. They're not for Hunter; they're for Sam!"

Flora's finger stopped against her grandson's palm. "Sam? Why would it go to Sam? He's not family."

Hunter took his hand back and smoothed it down his face. His skin felt sticky from the heat. "You didn't know either," he whispered.

Flora waited for a laugh or for him to admit that it was a joke. Nothing other than sorrow emitted from the werewolf. "Oh Margo," she breathed, "what did you do?"

Sam's cries echoed into the room, and Alfred helped his mate onto her feet. "How is that happening?" he whispered and hurried back into the kitchen.

"Sam shares our blood." Flora stopped to watch her daughter cradling Hunter's Beta wolf. She couldn't pause to process the fact that Sam might also be her grandson, she had to continue the ritual of turning him into a God.

"Give him room," she demanded and took Sam's hand. When they made physical contact, Sam's eyes rolled back into his head, and his body shook against William.

Margo shuffled away when her father stared in her direction. She wasn't sure what he was thinking and wasn't sure if he knew what to think.

"Breathe!" Flora yelled when the air lodged in Sam's throat. He barely had enough room to yelp when she grabbed the back of his head and forced it up. "Listen to me, listen to my voice." Sam's body went wobbly, and everything around him muffled apart from Flora's voice. "Accept the power. Let it run through your veins, let it find your wolf. Sam, relax. Do you hear me?"

Sams already closed eyes squeezed together. His nails dug into his palms, and his toes curled in his trainers. He cried out on more time when his spine burned and shocked his neck. Then, everything let go of him like a grip from a sponge as it returned to its original shape. The strength seeped up his body. Sam waited for it to reach his head before peeling his eyes open.

Flora was the first person he saw, leaning over him with a gaze so intense, he could feel it pushing against him.

The old woman trailed her gaze up until it reached her daughter. It gradually changed into something harsh and sharp. Alfred now watched Anthony who felt too ashamed to look anywhere other than his hands.

"Explain yourselves," Flora growled. Hunter shivered. He had never heard her angry before. "Now!"