'...I could just ask her,' I thought to myself, staring in the mirror at my reflection.
After that night, Aleric and I had agreed that we needed to come up with a plan on how to free myself from the collar… as well as remove Tytus as Alpha in the process. For obvious reasons, allowing him to proceed with marking me was out of the question, regardless of the terms Aleric and I were on now. And so we’d conceded that it was time. Time for Tytus to step down, allowing for proper change.
...But now that just left us with having to think of a way to actually achieve that.
I’d spent hours already pouring over different ideas, but was mostly coming up empty. All of them either wouldn’t work or were morally questionable.
...Which was how it eventually led me to be staring at my reflection, contemplating something I normally never would have considered.
To ask my former self for her help.
The girl I hadn’t heard
“...Why Elder Luke?” Aleric asked me a few days later. We were in his car, driving towards the housing estate where the Elders resided. A place I hadn’t visited since my marking confirmation three years ago. “...Are you seriously asking me that?” “Well, it’s just he’s the least experienced Elder, right?” Aleric said. “Didn’t he join only a few years ago? Wouldn’t one of the other six Elders be better to reach out to since they’re more experienced?” “The fact you’re even asking me that means you mustn’t be overly familiar with how this pack is actually run yet,” I replied. “I know enough,” he said defensively, making me laugh. “Okay, okay, sorry… I’ll explain,” I said. “Have you ever noticed how all of the workload Tytus gives you consists of only very minor issues? Like petty problems that don’t need much thought?” “Yes but I’m not a fully sworn in ranked member yet. The larger issues would be looked after by Tytus and the Elde
“This is fake,” I said, coming off far more flustered than I intended. “There is no way there are people out there just running around with… with god powers. That’s… that’s so stupid.” It’s absurd. Insane. Some sort of joke. Because if it was real then that meant my life had been far more controlled than I initially realised. That there were powers at be far more advanced out there than just a Goddess mark. And it meant that Cai… I wanted to throw up. “Based on your reaction,” Elder Luke said, his eyes examining me, “I can’t help but wonder if this discovery isn’t actually all that foreign to you. Would I be correct in assuming that perhaps you have personal insight into the theory?” He was right. I was getting overly worked up because a part of me had already started piecing it together… and it scared me. The more I thought about it, the more plausible it became. Because, truthfully, there was something I wa
“Any pain, discomfort or nausea recently?” my mother asked me, taking notes as I laid on top of the examination table. We had been at this for a while now so I was sure we were nearing the end of the appointment already. “Other than living every day with silver burning my neck? No,” I answered. “And what has your diet been like? Are you eating properly?” “I’m probably not eating as much as I should be…,” I admitted. “Though my diet has consisted of healthy meals. Courtesy of the packhouse chefs, of course.” Her mouth creased into a thin line of disapproval but she wrote it down nevertheless. “Are you exercising and keeping fit? I know you’re no longer having to train for the Beta heir position but I hope you’ve at least been keeping active.” “Up until about two weeks ago, I wasn’t exercising, no,” I confessed. “Though, these last few weeks I’ve been in the gym every morning for a few hours. Aleric has been helping me get
Warm. It was so warm. Everything around me felt like it was burning, our skin already flushed enough from the training just prior. …And I wanted more. With one hand tangled through his dark hair, my other was tracing slowly down the front of his chest, feeling every muscle under my touch. And Goddess was it flawless. His body moulded against mine perfectly, as if it had been made to fit there. '…This is wrong,' a voice whispered inside. And yet that thought only seemed to excite me further. It felt a million times better than I thought it would, his mouth moving hungrily as it responded against mine. His lips softer than I would have ever imagined. '…Stop…' There was a sense of urgency, a sense of need as I clung to him, pressing myself up against him closer, desperately searching for as much contact as possible. '...You need to stop.' No, I r
“No…,” I whispered, the words choking out of my throat. Almost a whole day. I’d slept for almost a whole day. My vision hadn’t taken place just after sun*set*, it had been just before sun*rise*. And now an hour or so had already passed since then. I felt myself go completely numb, releasing Lucy’s hand from my grip. There was a crumbling beginning within me. Like I was falling… falling into an Abyss that was completely of my own making. One that was a hole I’d been desperately trying to swim away from these last four years, trying so goddamn hard to believe that there was still good in people. That even though I had been rejected, killed and abandoned by everyone around me, that there was still potential for people to do better. That I could do better. And now it seemed the final betrayal had embedded its dagger. The one I knew I wouldn’t ever survive. And, apparently, neither would my parents. '…There w
The room quickly erupted into chaos once Aleric had fallen. The council, who were probably all too shocked to move earlier, were now realising the full gravity of the situation. The situation where both Alphas now laid unmoving before me. Several warriors and Gamma Oliver turned their attention to me, an intent to kill written all over their faces, and I couldn’t blame them for thinking that. After murdering their Alpha, Oliver would feel it were now his responsibility to retaliate given he was the only full ranked member remaining. Or so he thought. I watched as he started to charge at me, his body almost on the brink of shifting and…. “ENOUGH,” I shouted out, my voice thick with authoritative command. And everyone immediately froze around me. I stood, waiting for several seconds and, when I was finally satisfied everyone had completely stopped, I cleared my throat, addressing the room. “Everyone sit back
“Swear your oath,” I said, my eyes narrowing at the man before me. His body still lowered in submission, he placed a hand over his chest in respect. “I, Alpha Tristan Green, of the Onyx Rock, hereby pledge my pack to the alliance offered by Alpha Ariadne of the Winter Mist. May our packs continue to prosper together under your guidance and protection.” Good. Satisfied with his words, I stood up and walked over to clasp my hand in his. “I accept.” And with that, another pack had joined the alliance. Though, more accurately, another had sworn to continue their alliance. Something that was seemingly slow going lately, the days dragging out. So much so, it was hard to believe that two months had already gone by. Two months since I’d killed Tytus, imprisoned Aleric, and became Alpha of the Winter Mist. And things were… okay. Not to say I was doing anything wrong. On the contrary, I had the p
As soon as the words had left my mouth though, I slowly started to take in what I was actually seeing before me. Because it was Cai, but… true to the excuse he’d provided, he really didn’t seem well. I could recall how he’d appeared worn out the last time we'd met, however this was on an entirely different level. He looked pale with dark circles under his eyes, perhaps having even lost some weight. The difference in his appearance was almost like an entirely different person from the man I’d first met all those years ago. “Aria,” he greeted, his voice having a rasp to it that hadn’t been there before. And, inside, a pang of guilt hit me. It seemed I really had dragged him out of his sickbed. “Take a seat,” I said, gesturing to the chair on the other side of my desk, and he complied. “I appreciate you coming here to meet with me.” “You didn’t give me much of a choice,” he replied. I simply nodded in turn. “Well,
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