{First published 6-12-2016}

{Edited 6-19-2016}

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}Avery{

I walk into the kitchen shell shocked. I don't know what just happened. I was there. I saw it all. Heard it all, but I still don't understand. What is the Council of Six.? Who are they? What are their purpose? Why did Jeff tell them about me, if they were such a threat.

Dean. God, there is so much more than him then just a regular wolf being in the rage. He seems older. He seemed to know that guy, Loral. A shiver takes hold of me that's full of fear. I feel a warm hand on the small of my back, looking over my shoulder I see Kayden and I relax a little. Still I can't shake the look in Loral's eyes. It was a greedy, lust filled looked that shocked me to my bones. He looked at me like he wanted to own me, claim me. I don't understand any of it and I feel the tears of my frustration threaten to slide down my face.

I look up across the bar and see Cam sitting there, a spoon in his mouth. Aden is leaning up against the counter behind him, worry in his grey eyes. Nick sits off to the side lost in thought, drilling holes into the black, grey counter top with his eyes.

I slid up onto the bar stoll, "What are you eating?"

Cam looks up, "Cake batter?" He says uneasily looking away.

Cake batter. I can't help but smile as I lean up and swipe my finger in the silver bowl. A goop of thick yellow batter sticks on my finger and I stick it in my mouth. MMMmmm. Its so sweet.

I go in for another swipe and feel eyes on me. I look up and see everyone is staring at me. I shrug and swipe another finger full. I'm about to do it again when a spoon appears right in front of my face.

Aden. Aden is giving me a spoon.

I reach up slowly, "Thanks." I say unsure.

"Cam eats sweets when he's upset." Aden says leaning back against the counter.

Well, doesn't everyone like a little bit of sweets. It seems to sooth the worries away.

"Tell me about what you know of the six." Dean's soft lyrical voice reeks havoc on my happy mood.

Cake batter forgotten I look at Jeff.

I jerk feeling a warm hand on my bare thigh. A blush splashes across my face as Dean's thumb starts rubbing back and forth across my leg. His copper eyes on Jeff.

Alright then. I let out my pint up breath look at Jeff once more.

"The Six is a select group of Alphas and their packs." Jeff says, "They police our world and hunt down the one who can be the seventh with their empath." He says his eyes flick to me and back again. "Every three months every Alpha of every pack across the states all convene in one place for the selection. Which the Six rule over. Every empath of age along with the wolves meet at the selection where they try to find their mate or empath."

He's not telling us something. I can see the tense lines in his face.

"And." Dean growls, shifting forward causing his hand to slide down to my knee and butterflies in my belly.

"The six take and keep the strongest of the empaths and force bonds." Jeff says looking away.

Dean nods thinking. His thumb starts moving again, going in small circles and I can't help but shift as heat starts to pool in my body. How can something so simple, feel so good?

"The council of six is not what it use to be. With power comes corruption." Dean says softly more to his self then us. "Its my fault."

I feel his anger and guilt. I reach out and lay my hand on top of his. He looks up and gives me a smile linking are fingers together.

"What makes you say that?" Jeff asks confused.

I think we all are confused that is. How could this be Dean's fault?

"I left, finally giving in and letting the rage take me over. Not caring an inch of what became of my legacy, my right by blood." Deans growls softy, his eyes growing brighter.

I lean my shoulder onto Kayden's chest setting beside me, seeking his comfort as Dean fights a battle with in him.

"How could that be possible?" Cam says looking around at everyone. "How is that your legacy?" Cam has a frown on his face looking at Dean.

Dean takes a deep breath, not answering Cam. He looks out the window, his thumb once more, moving on my leg, "The Council was formed to help the male wolves, who had the rage creeping up on them. To help them hold it back to find either their life mate or a empath able to bond with them. We were losing to many males to the disease and this was the only plan left. Many believed it wouldn't work but it did and it saved our race from becoming extinct. The Six where made of the most powerful alphas and their equally powerful empaths. With one extra Alpha the seventh which doesn't exist now it seems." Dean says looking back at the astonished looks on the people around us. And me I'm still just a confused mess of emotions.

"Your history, Our history it seems has been lost, warped to the needs of the power hungry wolves that are in charge now." Dean snarls, his hand clenching on my leg for a second.

"That means your what, almost over a thousand years old." Cam says gapping at Dean.

How can he be that old?

Dean nods, his eyes flickering from person to person, "Back then the seventh was my mother, Victoria White and her empath Vince Rian."

There's a collected pause, and Nick blurts out, "No shit."

"That's why they thought this would work. That the Council would work. Certain pack Alphas would share a blood link with one of the Six and The Six would form that same blood link with the seventh, my mother. Through that link she would be able to feel which wolves were on the beginning stages of the rage and with the help of her empath they would be able to hold it off for as long as possible and it worked for many years."

Dean went on to tell, as the years past Rain became jealous of Victoria and her life mate Thomas. How much powerful they became year after year. How everyone loved them. How Rain wanted Victoria more and more as mate and couldn't have her.

That jealousy turned into hatred.

Rain was the most powerful empath known to history able to feed anyone, more so his boned wolf whatever emotion he so chooses on a grand scale and the one thing that made him truly different from other Empaths was that he could take any emotion away from any person, be empath or wolf and they would never feel the stolen emotion ever again. That's why they thought their plan would work. How they were able to hold of the rage from so many males. Rain could virtually control the person. Many years passed and Dean watched more and more as his mother pushed everyone away from her. Her son. Her life mate. Her pack. Rian withered away one emotion at a time till there was nothing left of Victoria White. She became a shell and Rain was the one who filled it.

The link between Victoria and the six, that linked her and Rain to every wolf on the verge of the rage become something twisted.

Dean soon learned what Rain was up to when his mother and father mysteriously fell ill and passed on. Dean found a hidden journal with his parents things. In there laid all the answers to the questions Dean so desperately wanted to know.

Rain tried to take the seventh spot on the Council but being only an empath he could not. Only wolves could form a blood link to each other.

When Dean reached his sixteenth birthday, Rain tried to bond the two of them together. Dean was stronger than Rain though and fought Rain with not only his inner strength but with fur, claws and teeth.

To force an empath to bond with a wolf is a death sentence to that empath. When he told us that, I felt sick. Isn't that what the Six have been doing? But Rain was strong enough for it to work.

You'd think it would of been over then, but no. All that time Rain was waiting for Dean to grow and rightfully claim his seat as the seventh, Rain was turing more and more wolves and empaths into his puppets.

It was a bloody battle that lasted for almost five years before Dean finally sunk his teeth into Rains throat ending the war.

It took Dean and his closest members of the white paw pack, four long years to build their society back up from nothing. Once his pack had stable ground the first thing Dean did was dismantle the Council and hunt down everyone in the Rain line. Hoping to stop this from happening again. He set laws around empaths. They where watched for many many years.

Then one day Dean just disappeared.

"I couldn't hold out any longer. The rage was there. Always pressing on me. I finally felt secure enough with what I rebuilt to finally stop that constant battle I had with myself. I came here. To the Blackwell's land. To your great- great grandfather and let the rage take over. But it seems that I was wrong." Dean's hand slips out of mine and I watch as he walks out into the yard.

Everyone is quite. Each in there own though. I'll think about everything later. Its to much. To much information. I smile at Kayden, hop off the bar stool and follow Dean. Maybe I can ease some of his guilt and the old wounds his story brought fourth.

Thanks for reading.

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