This should have been expected, I knew that.
Selene had touched Myra, thereby reembodying her with the power of a Goddess. Exactly as it had been when our species was first created. Only, I’d be lying if I said it didn’t raise some questions regarding her rebirth now.
At the very least, I knew her body had aged in accordance with how old she was meant to be. We’d walked up as she was shifting back, meaning she had aged past eighteen. Hopefully, this meant that the only thing found to be out of place would be her memories missing from the time she wasn’t here.
Though, despite having the gift of foresight, things rarely went as I expected.
I shook the thoughts from my head, knowing there were more important issues to worry about. And, right now, the only thing that mattered was making sure she was alright.
“Hey, you’re okay…,” I continued to soothe, patting her back gently. “You’re fine. You don’t have anything to worry about.”
After a f
Cai finally let me go at the revelation unfolding before us and took a step towards her. A turn of events that none of us had expected. As the initial mate bond moment then finally ran its course, so many emotions flashed across his face. As if you could physically see the different thoughts running through his mind, put on display for everyone in the room. Confusion, recognition, happiness… and then quickly followed by guilt, shame, and regret. And, as he finally tore his eyes away to look at me, I immediately knew what he was thinking. Because I was partly thinking it too. Of all the people for Cai to be mated to, only Myra could have made us feel so genuinely terrible about what we did. Or, in Cai’s case, significantly worse. Because I’d slept with my best friend’s mate… and Cai had also slept with the woman who killed her. This was… messy. “Myra… I’m so happy to see you,” he said, unable to even meet her eyes. But the look of hurt on Myra’s face said it all. She didn’t und
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Darkness… Darkness, a damp surface and an overwhelming metallic taste greeted me.I knew what it was before I even opened my eyes, my last memories immediately reminding me to what had happened. Or, at least, what had happened before I’d lost consciousness.Shaking, I pulled my exhausted body upright to see the damage for myself.…To see the massacre.And it was a sight that made me want to throw up.Bodies laid everywhere around me. Throats torn, claw and bite marks riddling their skin.No one had survived.No one had survived *me*.I’d let it happen again, too weak to stop it. If I’d just regained control sooner, I could have gotten back up to my feet and finished them off, completing the mission per my instructions. But… no, I was a failure. A disappointment.A monster.The first time something like this had occurred was about four years ago, after my eighteenth birthday. I’d been in a training session with my former tutor, practising during an intense fighting session, when I sudd
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