Every story is actually multiple stories, ones that overlap, for example. While Avery struggled to help his friends, and Adam was off at the Luna's retreat. A few other things we're happening, I feel it prudent to add those things into the pack's history. The mambo, called Michaëlle, we may see her as a cruel person, hateful even. But that's the thing about overlapping stories. Her story needs to be told, or at least a little light shed on her history, perhaps it will help us to understand the darkness in her soul.

Though very beautiful and young-looking the mambo is much older.

Michaëlle was born in seventeen-nineteen Louisiana, the daughter of a Haitian slave and passing mulatto mother of Irish blood. She was introduced to Vodou by both her parents. Her birth was foreseen by the Lwa and many wanted to be her Mèt Tèt. During one harsh winter, it was Michaëlle's prayers during her thirteenth winter, that kept half a dozen slaves alive. Though her fear of her gifts at first made her timid and scared, she was strong.

It was witnessing the lynching and burning of her parents, which brought out the mambo inside her. Her Mèt Tèt wasn't who she believed, he came to her when she lay in the hot box. He called out to her, in her manman an (mama's) tongue. "Bonjou. Poukisa ou kriye?" He said. She was angered by the question.  "Kite m 'pou kont ou, ou Fuck!" She spat. She didn't know who she was addressing if she had she may have been more afraid. But after watching her parents being hanged and burned, nothing could hurt her. If even her last living relative was killed she could withstand it.

"Do you know your ancestors? Do you remember their strength? Cry out to your Mèt Tèt." The stranger said. "I don't know my Mèt Tèt." She whispered, her attention now caught. "Who can give you justice? Who can make these move lespri blan yo pay for what they did to you?" The stranger asked. Michaëlle knew who he was, but what could he want from her, how could a lwa so dark be her Mèt Tèt? At that moment though, she was willing to give him anything, any offering, living or dead.

"Baron Kriminel, let me watch them suffer. And anything you ask shall be done." She said. The metal box opened and moonlight shone down on her, a red hand reached down to help her out. She looked up in the face of a skeletal being, even without any eyes, she could see the malice and viciousness in his sockets.

 Then she stood before him, "Take me in marriage, and respect all I ask, and you will never know the grave." This was his promise.

He mounted her that night and she devoured her master and his entire house. It was beautiful revenge, and it changed her. She took her last living relative and fled into the night. She schemed and lied and built a small plantation for herself. By day her and her brother, who was her father's son with a slave woman, pretended to be slaves. But when eyes weren't watching they were the masters of the house.

The slaves they owned were in wonder and in fear, they knew to play along lest they lose their life. They saw the white masters walk around speaking and talking on the mulatto's orders. Then with the change of a year, Kriminel returned. He demanded blood, and he demanded his wife suffer. He wanted her brother's blood. Behind her husband's back, she petitioned Maman Brijit. The Irish Lwa came to her, only because her mother was so devoted to the Lwa.

The goddess was pale with dark reddish hair, she was covered in ink and wore an old fashioned dress.

She spoke with an Irish accent sometimes, mostly when she was cursing which was every other word. Michaëlle pleaded with the Lwa to help her save her brother, Maman Brijit could give her help, but not in the way she wanted. "You fucked yourself girl, and now you have to pay what's owed. But build me a place of worship and your brother will not know the grave." The Lwa promised.

On the day of collection, Kriminel came for his payment. A group of twenty slaves gathered, they played the drums fast and hot,  Michaëlle danced for her husband, then she bound six black chickens, she doused them with petrol and set them aflame. There Kriminel mounted his wife and watched as the gathered slaves dragged her brother toward her. With her own hand, Michaëlle slit her brother's throat, mounted she washed in his blood, drinking it.

As quickly as he came, filling her with power, he was gone. His strength remained, and she used it to summon Maman Brijit, the Lwa came and restored her brother's soul, healed his body. Kriminel deemed it a betrayal and swore she would suffer greatly. She did, he asked for great sacrifices. Sometimes he asked to see her bleed and he would mount others and whip her relentlessly. It didn't take long to break her mind, to turn her into something cold and heartless. A murderer.

Three hundred and one years later, she loved him, worshipped him in all his forced suffering. She was a virgin when she married Kriminel, and she was not permitted to be with a man afterward. Though he took her for himself hundreds of times. Over the years her heart grew darker and her power grew stronger. Centuries later she runs the underbelly of New Orleans, and her hunger for power was growing.

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Adam landed in Hawaii, the resort he was staying at was beautiful. And it was completely rented out by Werewolves, Luna's from prominent packs around the world. The resort was huge, and Adam feeling out of place, he put on the persona he was raised with. Arrogance and vanity.

He checked in and boarded the elevator, the doors were set to close, but they stopped, they seemed to struggle against an invisible force. Adam watched as they were shoved open by the invisible force, and relaxed with two familiar faces appeared.

Soren walked in, his sky blues shining when he recognized his fellow Luna. Soren was no longer pregnant, which was shocking to Adam until he remembered Omega gave birth after eighty to a hundred days. He was still surprised by how good Soren looked, after having twins. He and his friend who Adam knew but never officially met, we're coming back from one of the pools.

He was shirtless and his body was great, but Adam was more interested in the quiet chocolate guy with Soren. Cole stood silently beside his Luna, knowing Adam was checking them both out, he was flattered.

It was an effort to keep out unwanted knowledge about Adam, it was hard not to read his thought and feelings, even harder not to see visions of his past. But his knowing, his claircognizance, it gave him several facts. One, the Luna of the Devil's wolves was pregnant, two, he was a fellow C-type, three, Adam's pack was in danger, four, he couldn't say a word to Adam about any of it.

Five, he had to tell Soren, and Soren would have to contact Stone and Caleb. Six, he heard the name Ahote and he knew that Adam's twin would be the cause of many deaths.

Suddenly, he was tense, he'd promised Soren they were going to relax, not that Cole felt like he needed to relax, he didn't have any kids, he lost his child, he blocked the thoughts of the miscarriage and focused on the task at hand. "You just gettin in?" Soren asked.

"Yup, what do Luna's do at these things, for three weeks?" Adam asked. "It's mostly an excuse to relax away from the pack. But they have seminars and sessions of ways to grow your packs, its all very interesting the first three times, I've been coming to these things since I was seventeen and I finished Luna training." Soren said as the elevator dinged on the third floor.

"This is my floor, we'll get together after I settle in. Oh, and I'm Adam by the way." He said, introducing himself to Cole. "Hey, I'm Cole." The psychic introduced, flashing the other C-type a smile. Adam stepped off the elevator and the doors closed, immediately Cole pushed the emergency stop button.

"The hell?!" Soren shouted. "He's pregnant," Cole said, starting the pacing that always accompanied his claircognizant episodes. "Who's pregnant? Adam?" Soren asked. "Yes, he's a C-type. He doesn't even know. But that's not all. His twin is into some dark stuff, soon he'll go off the deep end, and you can't tell Adam. He has to stay here, otherwise, everything will go off order and we can't risk that." Cole explained.

"So we just keep quiet?" Soren asked, "No, we have to call Stone and Caleb, they need to find a man named Ahote, he can help Adam's pack with all that's going to happen. Sor, Adam's twin is gonna kill so many people." Cole said, and Soren was floored, he hadn't ever met Adam's twin, and he was glad about it. "So much for relaxing," Soren said, pushing the red button in and starting the elevator back up.