Chapter 312: Power

"Aila, are you sure?" Harry questioned again as he paced in her living room. Aila glanced at him from the fireplace, her hand wrapped around a glass of blood. Aila didn't really need it, but she felt having some more would keep her more powerful. She was readying herself for what was about to come. 

Aila nodded, biting her bottom lip in thought. It was now or never. Whatever Cassius had planned, it needed to be stopped. Harry was aware he had to remain alert tonight. Her plan was dependent on what was happening downstairs. She wanted to put everything in motion right now, but like she told her lycans, they just needed a little bit more patience.

If she could hold back for this long, a few hours or possibly a few days wouldn't hurt. 

"Hopefully," Malia whispered, doubt smothering her voice. But Aila didn't need that sort of negativity now.

"Then.. will you do me the honour.. My Queen." Harry turned to his side, raising his elbow for her to take.