I sat atop a tree, looking down at those who would be fighting for our survival today.
Any minute now we’d be leaving, shifting and beginning our journey to the camp near the Silver Lake pack. With this many people, it was agreed that going on foot would be best, knowing that travelling via roads added more time and allowed for a predictable ambush.
And there was no denying we had many people. After the final count, we numbered around two hundred strong warriors ready for battle today.
…Ready for war.
I sighed, the wind gently catching in my hair as I stared at all of their faces. I wouldn’t forget what they looked like this time. No, this time I sent our men to war, I would remember them all, committing their appearance to memory and fighting alongside them to the end.
On this day, I wasn’t Ariadne Chrysalis, the former Luna of the Winter Mist. Always hiding behind my desk as I allowed our people to die without qu
…Dead?No… that couldn’t….I could feel my heart racing at hearing her words.Why would she have done that? Why do something before….Unless… unless she expected me to rush into war regardless of whether she used him as bait. Because she knew I wouldn’t have any way of knowing he was alive and would assume that I would come for him blindly anyway.'It’s just another move made to hurt me.'During our stay in the cabin, I’d always avoided the topic of Aleric marking me. I hadn’t wanted to tie him to me knowing I might not be long for this world, and I didn’t want to put him through feeling that pain upon my death. But I hadn’t anticipated for the reverse to now become detrimental to me. If only I’d actually done it, I would have known the minute it had happened and saved everyone from rushing in to save him.So then, was he actu
“Aria?” I could remember it so clearly now. The way Cai had feebly tried to cover the wound on his neck, bleeding profusely as the ground simply absorbed it. I’d grabbed his hand and cried into it, stroking his hair as he died. As the light in his golden eyes slowly faded. And then there was Aleric as his wolf, walking away from his body with blood around his mouth. It wasn’t because he attacked him. No, it was because he was giving us privacy. A chance to say goodbye. Naturally, the blood would have been Thea’s from when Aleric bit her. So then, what even happened to her? In this vision, does she finally perish for good? Or… or does she merely escape? …Is there a way to avoid his death and still win? Confliction swirled around me inside, making me want to throw up. In this vision, I’d seen a world where Thea was absent. A battlefield gone peaceful with her presence now silenced. Was it worth taking the chance that Cai’s sacrif
The ground came crashing towards me as I fell roughly down, unable to cushion the fall. All I could do was accept what had happened and feebly cover the wound at my gut; a futile dream of survival pushing me on. A dream I knew would die as quickly as I did. “Aria,” I heard Aleric yell, apparently having shifted back. My breathing was shallow as my body started to become numb to the pain; a coldness slowly spreading through me. …It wouldn’t be much longer. “Hey, there,” I said weakly. A small smile crept to my lips as I looked up at the man I loved. His face was wrought with panic, his eyes holding so much fear in them. And yet it was his wound that drew my attention the most. There were signs of infection on the skin, surrounding where it had been split open again. Since Thea had no intention of Aleric living for long, it made sense she didn’t have him properly treated. He needed to get to the hospital soon. “Y
“What you seek… it may have greater repercussions than you realise,” Selene said. The cold of the Abyss was stinging me, a reminder that I wanted to leave as soon as possible. Leave and hopefully not come back anytime soon. “This is what I want,” I reaffirmed confidently. Her lips tightened into a line, considering my request further. “Ariadne… What I do is not an exact science. There may be complications with what you seek, ones that even I have no control over. Just your revival alone could have issues without this added risk. Are you willing to accept that, despite what it may produce? That this may bring about a legacy that has waves far greater than you anticipate?” But I simply nodded my head, certain in my decision. I didn’t care about the risk. If there was even a slight chance of this working, I had to take it. This would be my one and only opportunity. I wanted to start my new life with minimal regrets. “I’m sure,” I said. “I
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
*MARCHIA POV* . 'The Devils of the Mist'. That was what I’d grown up being told, at least. Unlike any other territory in the country, if not the world, they were regarded as some of the most dangerous people you would ever meet. A force you didn’t want to cross, lest your head be taken in payment of apology. …And, of all places to find oneself, I had been sent there today. I’d been eleven years old when the Council of the Silver Mist was first established. Back then, it was completely unheard of for more than one Alpha to control a pack, and yet the council consisted of at least three in their midst; three and a Luna, if you included the second Saintess. A conglomerate of two packs that now held authority over whatever they desired. But for the past seven years, we’d been taught in our pack that their ways were wrong. That we held traditions with respect for a reason. That no one pack alone should hold so much power over others… and yet they did. “Marchia,” a voice then said ne
!! Important !! - You need to have read up to at least Chapter 96 to avoid spoilers. Continue reading at your own discretion. This is just a short one-shot between Aria and Aleric during their time at the cabin. Explicit warning. .~~~~ Meat… herbs… garlic… butter… carrots…. I stared at the ingredients as if they were a dangerous foreign entity. Not to say they were, but it wasn’t exactly like I knew how to approach what I was going to attempt. Things had seemed so much easier when I was just reading about it… opposed to having to actually do it. With a sigh, I picked up the kitchen knife and began peeling the carrots; preheating the pan on the stove whilst I did so. Aleric had been doing the cooking for us both, having at least some experience with it. During times when he’d been on duty for the Winter Mist, there had been moments he’d had to cook whilst maki
I held my breath the entire time the phone rang, hoping that the plan would work. Everything was hinging on the next few steps being successful and I knew just how slim my chances were at pulling this off. With every ring that sounded, my heart clenched a little bit more. I waited... and waited... and waited... …And, to my immense relief, I seemed to be in luck. For now, at least. Because it seemed there actually had been some benefit in my abrupt escape from Ashwood, all those weeks earlier. In my haste to run away, I’d left all of my belongings behind in a suitcase. A suitcase conveniently located inside Kieran’s room. So, with no other way to contact him, it sure did seem like good fortune that my old burner phone just so happened to be left in that very pile of belongings. I’d assumed Kieran had stashed it somewhere close yet safe after I’d left. My hope was that it was now in his room or a place he’d still be able to hear it vibrate. …And I’d been right. However, whether
“…Clarissa… can you wake up now?” I asked, several hours later.The sun had set and risen again, but I still remained at her bedside.My head was feeling woozy, having not slept at all, and I was beginning to think that maybe this was it.…Maybe she really wouldn’t wake up.But as I tried to fight off sleep, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was my fault. I shouldn’t have yelled and pushed her past her limit when I knew she was already unwell. My anger and frustration had gotten the better of me, and it seemed I was now seeing the price of that.…Even saying things that I hadn’t entirely meant. Things I wished I could take back.‘*“Have you seen flowers like this before, Rheyna?”*’ I swore I then heard Clarissa ask.But when I sharply raised my head up to look at her, hoping to see her awake, I found myself somewhere else.…I was in a field.An incredibly young and energetic-looking Clarissa was seated on the ground before me, amongst thousands of overgrown white flowers. There was pin
It was dark by the time we made it home, having spent the whole day with the Hidden Moon talking.After my conversation with Jax, the two of us had returned to the camp and the topic of war wasn’t broached again - much to my relief. I went through the motions and enjoyed my time meeting the Hidden Moon members, but all the while dreaded the conversation I would need to have once I returned home with Clarissa.She had been worn out to her limit, I could tell. Being out of the home and needing to be so alert for so long had taken its toll on her. Her face was paler than normal and her coughs were more frequent. But even though I was concerned for her, I couldn’t help but still feel salty over her behaviour. Especially at her attempts of overruling our initial agreements.“I’m going to bed…,” she mumbled, starting to shuffle her way there.We’d only just stepped through the door when she announced it, not even bothering to justify herself about today.“No,” I simply said, making her paus
“Why are you still being so moody?” she asked me, speaking as I carried her on my back.Between her behaviour towards Kieran and whatever plan of Clarissa’s this was now, I was certainly more quiet than usual.“I’m not,” I mumbled, continuing to walk.I’d agreed to go to the meeting, if only because I’d been the one to request that my cousin come here originally. As Clarissa had said, it would have been rude to make him come all this way only to then ignore him.“Are you being like this because of this morning?” she asked, sounding concerned. “Or did something happen last night?”However, after she’d gone and organised this without consulting me, and after she’d treated Kieran so terribly, I really wasn’t in the mood to put up with her questioning.“I thought you said you didn’t care what happened between us?” I snapped back, quoting what she’d told me in the kitchen. “So stay out of it.”And she was instantly quiet after that.I continued to walk into the nearby forest for some time,
“You made a promise!” Clarissa yelled. “The morning is here now, Kieran. Time for you to make good on your side of our agreement and leave.” “I’m not leaving until I know Rae is okay,” Kieran argued back. “You saw her yourself. She was passed out cold last night.” “And why would that be, huh? Care to share?” “As if I would know why, Clarissa. Stop thinking that I have some ulterior motive here to hurt her.” “Fine. Then if you won’t leave, consider our deal brok—.” “Woah!” I quickly yelled, rushing in to stop her. “That’s enough.” Their heads both swiftly turned to look over at me, relief evident in both of their faces to see me awake. “Rae!” Kieran greeted, moving towards me. He quickly touched my face, examining me as if I were a hospital patient. It warmed my heart to see that he was so worried... but the new sensations brought by his mark were making it hard for me to focus. It was as if everything I’d felt for him before had been heightened tenfold. ...This might take a l
“Aria…? The….?” my voice trailed off, almost as if I were in disbelief. She simply smiled at my reaction though and nodded her head. “I’ve been watching you for a while now,” she continued. “You’ve been through so much. I’m so sorry you’ve had to experience any of this. I know better than any how unpleasant it can be.” “You… how can you be here?” I asked, still confused. “Here? You mean in the Abyss? This has been my home for many years now. I learnt how to navigate its plane and break free of my memories back when I was alive. Not like Selene is around to keep tabs either. Finding you before Clarissa revives you was the difficult part though.” “…Then why are you here? Why did you try to find me?” And she then looked up at the stars above, a longing in her eyes. “…Because I felt it was time I intervene,” she said. “I swore to stay neutral but, with every death you endure, my heart breaks a little bit more to watch. How many times will this be now, Rheyna…?” Her eyes then met m
“Found you,” Kieran said a little while later. After talking to Zac, I’d climbed up onto the roof, hoping to think and reflect by myself for a while whilst Kieran had a shower. The storm was currently only in the distance, it hitting the hardest during the prior conversation. Now, all I could see was the brief flashes of lightning amongst the clouds. “Interesting spot,” he mused, looking around. “I usually sit here to keep an eye on things,” I replied back quietly. “I can see why. You’ve got a good view of the forest… with the added beauty of the sky.” He then looked over at me with something in his eyes that caused my cheeks to burn a little. Apparently, he didn’t even need to speak or touch me, simply his presence and gaze alone were enough to send shivers through me. I stared at him for a moment, a longing inside my chest, but still couldn’t quite work out why he’d stayed. After everything he’d learnt about me, after everything I’d done… somehow, he hadn’t given up on me. …H
“Allison…?” Kieran repeated, warily. “How could Allison have that sort of capability?” Clarissa had been explaining everything to Kieran for quite some time. Everything from her connection with Selene, to what triggers the end. …And also about me. He’d been quietly taking it all in so far but after Clarissa had finished talking, he finally spoke up, albeit he seemed to be slightly dazed. An understandable reaction. Clarissa shrugged. “She devoted her whole life to her faith. That sort of connection is incredibly difficult to sever. It just goes to show the potential that even those without our lineage abilities can possess.” “And… Rae…,” he said, slowly turning to me. “You’re… a Saintess now? How many times did you say…?” “This is the seventh timeline…,” I answered. “Though I don’t have any of my memories.” Or, rather… I had just one. Clarissa hadn’t gone into too much detail regarding my previous involvement with him, thankfully, but he still understood that it was mostly… u
“I… Rheyna Knight… of the once lost Silver Mist Pack,” I started, my voice barely louder than a whisper. “Hereby reject y—.” …But I wasn’t able to finish the sentence. Because I’d been wrong… so wrong. I could see that now. I didn’t recall that prior timeline memory to prepare myself for the pain I’d feel upon completing the rejection. No… I’d seen it as a reminder. A reminder of why I shouldn’t go ahead with it. And as his lips came crashing down against mine, immediately cutting off my words, this newfound realisation seemed so obvious. Why hadn’t I seen it sooner? It was as if something inside completely broke down the second he reached for me. Now all that was left was this connection drawing me to him. It was so incredibly strong, almost impossibly so. Like this was something I was meant to be doing. I didn’t have the resolve to resist him, instantly kissing him back. There was an urgency in my response as if I’d been starving for this. To just feel the sparks and desir