Chapter 167: Fae Complications
PRINCE ASH POV
Ice exploded from my hands as three Fae messengers materialized in the basement without notice.
"Prince Ash of the Winter Court," the lead messenger said in a voice like crystal bells. "By order of Queen Titania, you are commanded to return immediately."
"Now?" I ordered, not lowering my defensive ice barrier. "In case you hadn’t noticed, we’re in the middle of preventing reality from collapsing."
The messenger’s silver eyes flicked dismissively toward Luna’s approaching form in the dimensional space. "The Queen is aware of the... situation. She has decided it requires Fae help."
My heart sank. When the Fae Court decided something required their intervention, it generally meant they were about to make everything ten times more complicated.
"What kind of intervention?" Dmitri asked warily.
The second messenger stepped forward, her voice honey-sweet but dangerous. "The omega who bears the Triple Moon Mark must come with Prince Ash to face judgment before the Court."
"Absolutely not," Brock growled, moving protectively toward Lily.
"The Fae Court has no jurisdiction over werewolves," Aiden added, his diplomatic training kicking in.
The third messenger laughed, a sound like wind chimes in a storm. "Doesn’t it? The moment your precious omega began controlling dimensional energy, she entered our domain. Magic that crosses between realities falls under ancient Fae rule."
I felt sick. They were right, technically. The old treaties were clear about dimensional magic, even though they’d been written thousands of years ago when no one thought a werewolf could actually reach that kind of power.