Chapter Seventy-Five

Scott's POV

"Good job, Si. Now can you extinguish the lantern the same way you lit it?" The teacher I hired to help teach my nephew how to properly use his magic.

I was standing off to the side watching them. Although I'd love to be upstairs with my bedridden wife, I was sorely lacking in my duties as King.

I had several countries and many more states in America I had to deal with. Especially now that the news of my sister has come to light. But first I had to deal with the issues regarding the packs that have been asking for help.

In the weeks since leaving Georgia, I first brought my family home then went out and dealt with the neighboring packs that were close to the castle. Then I left for a week to take care of the ones in England and another week out in Russia. The packs out in Russia were harder to handle than the ones in England. But we eventually came to an understanding and even managed to become close allies with our Russian friends. 

Now the matters over in the States were more to do with hunters and a couple ovens that are feuding. I promised to help them the moment my child was born.

So for now, I've been taking care of the two kids and Brooklyn since her doctor had placed her on bed rest for the remainder of the pregnancy. She only had two weeks left and she has complained the whole time. She secretly loves being doted on but won't ever admit it out loud, says she's not a baby and can make her own bath water without my help.

I let her try and do it herself last night and she started having contractions and bled a little. She didn't tell me about the bleeding until she woke up this morning when I found it on the bed sheets.

Silas groaned and stomped his foot. "Why can't I do it? I did it yesterday!" He huffed and crossed his arms all the while glaring at the lantern he could not extinguish. I chuckled to myself. He's come far, but if he is anything like me then he's getting cocky. Rosa was the same way, only she was much younger and learned quickly not to push it too far. With Clara's help she taught her to let the magic flow freely and allow it to speak to her and not force it to do what she wanted. "It only needs to be guided in the right direction." she told her.

"Why don't we take a break and grab something to eat?" I instructed the teacher. He nodded and left the room. "Si, come here." I motioned him towards me. Silas sighed and bowed his head then walked over to where I was standing.

"Remember what Aunt Brooke told you?" I asked him. He shrugged and refused to look up from his feet.

"Silas?" I warned softly. He knew I hated it when he didn't look up at me.

He balled his little hands into fists and looked up at me. "She said not to get angry and just listen to what's inside." he muttered.

"Good, now focus on that and try again." I pointed at the lantern. He turned, but not before I saw him roll his eyes. I'll let that one slide since he's been acting like this more often the closer we get to his mother's birthday. It's in a couple weeks and he's upset he won't be with her when it comes around.

I leaned down to his level. "Close your eyes, take a deep breath and listen to what's in here." I touched the center of his chest. "Let yourself relax so you can talk to the magic the earth provides around you." I whispered.

Silas closed his eyes and took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. I smirked when he reopened his eyes. Determination was written on his face, and before we both knew what happened the lantern flickered before it went out. My nephew turned to me, a huge smile on his face. "I did it." he said smugly. I chuckled and shook my head.

I placed my hand on his shoulder and walked back inside with him. "Ready for lunch?" He nodded. "Go wash your hands and I'll go get Rosa from her class." 

"Yes uncle." he replied and darted off towards the dining area where his and Rosalie's lunch was being served.

I walked in the direction my daughter's current class was at. She was learning how to master her ability to control the weather. She was good but she had a tendency to cause severe thunderstorms when she didn't get her way. So her teachers are trying to get her to stay calm instead of angry when it didn't work the way she needed it to.

My phone began ringing so I pulled it from my pocket and answered it. "This is Scott!"

"She's awake." the voice of my brother-in-law came through the phone. My heart skipped a beat up on hearing what he said. "Scott? Are you still there?" Jordan asked.

"Y-yeah I'm here." I stammered.

"Where is Silas? Zach said he would come and get him!" he asked, excitement in his voice.

Ezekiel, my lycan popped into my head with a big beasty grin. "Sister is awake, let's go now!" he demanded. It was only then that I remembered I couldn't leave. My wife was due any day now and I promised her I wouldn't leave her side until the baby was born.

"He's having lunch." I answered his question. "But, can we wait until Brooklyn delivers?"

"No, Bailey and Evan are there with her. She's been asking where her son is....and to see you!" Jordan said.

Damn. I sighed deeply. I wanted to go back and see her, I really did, but I made a promise to my wife. And we don't break our promises. Ever.

"Give me a few hours? I need to talk to Brooklyn!"

Jordan sighed. "Yeah sure, but don't be surprised when you arrive, how she reacts to seeing you."

"What do you mean?" I asked, worry evident in my tone.

"I think it might be what happened while she was away, or if it's just her reaction to finally being back and is safe. But as I said, I believe it's the former." I nodded my head slowly.

"Let me speak to Brooke." I managed to say after a few minutes. I also wanted to tell Silas. He'll be so excited to finally see his mother. But he may figure it out without me saying anything. Truth be told, I believe that he's gained the empath ability. It makes sense though, he has—from what I've noticed—was always more in tune with everyone's emotions long before I helped activate his and Tyler's magic.

"Please, don't take long. I think her seeing Silas will help her open up more." Jordan spoke solemnly. I didn't know my sister's current mental state, but I do know that children help.

I'm speaking from experience, after Brooke left us six years ago, Rosalie was my only reason for living. And now that we're having another bundle of joy, I knew this one would help Brooklyn. After Ryan and her child died, she never was the same. Losing her first baby was something she never got over. And the necklace that holds her daughter's ashes has never left her beautiful neck.

Jordan and I said a few more words before hanging up. I stared at the mobile phone in my hand and smiled. I knew that totem would help. I didn't know how or when, but I just knew.