Brock's Perspective:
I had intended for the meeting to take place tonight, but frustratingly, I couldn't reach Sapphire, prompting me to postpone it to the next evening. As summer's end neared, so did Stephanie's impending return to school. Simultaneously, we faced our imminent move into my apartment in the corporate office complex. What she didn't know was my plan to name her head of Technical Security for all of my worldwide companies. There was more to the surprise, and I was bursting with anticipation at her reaction when she discovered I was also her professor.
I've grown increasingly worried about Stephanie's morning sickness. It's unusual for wolves to get sick, which is why this is particularly alarming. Could it be that, in addition to meddling with Stephanie’s memory, Sapphire's mother had induced an illness in her? After watching Stephanie suffer over the toilet for thirty minutes this morning, we decided it was time to see the pack docto
Brocks Perspective: With Vincent's message heavy on my mind, I retreated to my office, intent on reaching out to Sapphire again. Upon entering, I gently settled Stephanie onto the couch, noticing her quietly exhaling in relief. But moments later, she sprang to her feet. My voice took on an edge. "Stephanie, where do you think you're going?" I demanded. Stephanie faced me, unflinching. "Brock, no offense, but I'm escaping your smothering watch. I'm off to the office you had set up for me—I need sanctuary, and I need it now!" With a brisk wave, she darted through the door. I attempted one last time to contact Sapphire through the communication stone. Her form flickered sporadically, materializing and dematerializing in the room, before she collapsed onto the floor in agonizing pain. "Sapphire, what's wrong? How can I help?" Sapphire could only manage a weak shake of her head, unable to speak. In a rush, I initiated a mind-link with Dr. M
Sapphire's memories of her mother: I am piecing together the events that led to my mother's demise at my very own hands, as I attempt to shift for the first time. Linda's voice coaxes me, advising me to think of something else, anything to distract me from the pain of transforming into a werewolf. I am not certain why Selene is gifting me a wolf, but I need to remind myself to discuss this with her. I worry about Crystal, who is with Morgana. Morgana is actually Selena, our mother, and until my birth, she was the most powerful witch to have ever lived. Fables differ on the source of her immense powers: some say she was born imbued with darkness, while others believe that darkness consumed her after the death of her best friend and then her true mate. Rumors whisper that Morgana, betrayed by a lover, succumbed to darkness, which then planted the darkness in Selena’s heart. The truth, however, is shrouded by time, known only to the gods, who understand
Stephanie’s Perspective:As I grasped the truth in Brock's words, my jaw fell open in disbelief—it was unlike him to jest. Brock, always seemingly mature beyond his years, paralleled the serious nature others often attributed to me. Yet, unlike him, I had submitted to youthful antics, nudged into mischief by my best friend Linda's playful spirit. A soft giggle escaped me as I indulged in those fond memories.Leaping from my chair, I sprang away from my desk when Brock advanced toward me with clear intentions of picking me up, which I vehemently rejected. A swift kick to his shin gave me my chance to escape. I dashed for the elevator, desperately jabbing at the call button until impatience took over. Concluding it would be too slow, I charged toward the stairwell and tore down the flights of stairs to the level of Brock's office, my feet barely keeping pace with my urgency.Brock's sinister laughter chased me down the hallway, his taunting voice slici
Brock's Perspective:Since Sapphire had arrived, I instructed Rylan to summon all our allies for an urgent meeting tonight. Our priority was to devise a plan to rescue Crystal from the void. However, we had to keep it secret from Agatha; if she discovered that the true witch in the void was her mother, not Morgana, she might align with her mother and unleash chaos. While this could potentially free Crystal, it would likely spell disaster for the rest of the world. Rylan's voice hummed through the phone, low and urgent. "It's done. They'll be at your place by sunset."I tucked the phone into my jeans pocket, pacing the floorboards of my sparsely furnished living room. I could sense Sapphire's eyes on me, her presence grounded with a strength unlike any other. She leaned against the door frame, her arms folded, a silent sentinel."We'll need a plan, Brock," she said.I ran a hand through my hair, the weight of the situation pressing down on me. "Yeah, we're
A gust of cool night air brushed into the room, bringing with it a figure shrouded in a dark hood. The newcomer stepped into the warm glow of the overhead lights, lowering the hood to reveal a familiar face marred with scars and eyes that had seen centuries.It was Marcellus, the ancient, nomadic oracle type of werewolf, a pariah among our kind known for his wisdom and his voluntary exile. His arrival was as much a surprise as it could be a boon—or a bane."Marcellus," I greeted cautiously. "What brings you here?"He met my gaze with a steady one of his own. "I heard the whispers of the wind, the murmurs of the earth —they speak of a balance disturbed, a peril that threatens to unravel the seams between realms," Marcellus said, his deep voice resonating with an urgency that seemed to echo the rustling leaves outside. "I come to aid, though my path is mine alone.""You know of our dilemma?" Sapphire inquired, her guarded stance easing slightly.
There was an unsettling edge to the preparations. We loaded up with silver, iron, and various talismans that had been offered as tokens to anchor us to this world. Everyone wore their determination like a second skin, but underneath, the weight of the unknown pressed heavily against our chests. We each understood the volatile nature of the void: a dimension of twisting realities that could easily ensnare the unwary.The night moved on, and it was almost time to leave. We went to our rooms to get ready for the journey. I knelt at my small altar, where moonstone and obsidian patterns promised protection and strength. My quiet prayers mingled with the magical air, brightening the talismans on the stone.Sleep was out of reach, as thoughts of our mission troubled us. We memorized our plan with great care.At dawn, we regrouped in the common room. The early light revealed the serious expressions of my companions.Vincent spoke first, packing the last items for
Stephanie’s Perspective: I watched as Rylan, Vincent, and Brock stood on the precipice of the unknown, ready to shatter the veil of the void in a daring quest to rescue Crystal. Among them, a new ally: Jared Silverton, the former lover whose betrayal had twisted Selena's mind to madness. His presence was a wild card, his motives enigmatic, as they prepared to dive into the abyss. I watched them, the silhouette of their resolve just a shade darker against the trembling light of dawn. The void was a place of twisted echoes, and even the steeliness in my mate's eyes couldn't dispel the anxiety that clung to my backbone. I had always been the one whose veins pulsed with the thrill of peril, the one who thrived on the intoxicating rush of possible doom. Yet there was an undeniable trembling in my soul at the mere thought of the void. Something in that infinite darkness had not just erased fragments of my memory – it had devoured pieces of my very essence. The terr
Sapphire’s Perspective: My jaw plummeted to the ground, fists clenched, bracing to confront the woman who dared to masquerade as Morgana—my own mother. Just as I drew power into my hands to banish her to the abyss, Vincent and Jared lunged forward, shielding her with their bodies. Had madness taken them? Mother shouldered past them with an unexpected force. "Would you truly raise a hand against your own mother?" There she stood, and the realization struck me: she had discarded her guise as Morgana. The shock of seeing her, so vividly alive both in body and spirit, left me reeling—I had believed that banishing her to the void would be her end. My heart ached to rush into her arms, to embrace the warmth I had longed for. But the memories of years spent guarding others from her wrath kept me rooted in place, an internal battle raging between longing and suspicion. My mother approached, her arms encasing me in a trembling embrace. "I am so sorry, my daugh
Chapter One-Hundred Sixty-Six: Ezra, Enzo, and Esme's Fate Stephanie's Perspective: Time has passed swiftly, and the triplets have become a source of both worry and profound anguish. Aware that the moon goddess foretold the darkness in one of my children, I also clung to her assurance that we could save this child. She warned me of the numerous trials Esme would face, yet I was unprepared for the extent of her frailty and deformity. Parenting in such conditions leaves me at a loss. Each night, I plead with the moon goddess for guidance, as it is I who feels covered in darkness. Yet I heard nothing from her. It almost feels like punishment. I am a fierce Alpha female of the pack, I had made it through giving birth to triplets - Ezra, Enzo, and Esme. I remembered how much when the boys were born, how much Ezra and Enzo, were identical in every way, with their light blonde hair to me. But it was Esme, the runt of the litter, who stood out with her black hair that mirrored her father,
Brock's perspective: I crouched by Stephanie's side, stroking her pale cheek, willing her to fight through. Dr. Mildred was a blur of motion, her hands swift and sure as she worked to stop the bleeding, her brow furrowed with concentration, her lips moving in silent prayer or perhaps a list of medical steps. The clock on the wall ticked in mockery of my racing heart, its hands moving too slowly for my liking. It seemed time itself had conspired to increase the torture, drawing out each moment into an unbearable eternity. Minutes - or was it hours? - passed and finally, Dr. Mildred straightened with a tired sigh, peeling off her gloves. "We've managed to stop the bleeding," she announced, her eyes meeting mine. It was the first hope I'd clung to since it had all begun.With that small reassurance, I allowed myself to draw a breath, my grip on Stephanie's hand loosening just slightly. Then the heart monitor screamed out with a shrill tone showing Stephanie's heart had stoppe
Third-Party Perspective:As the Suburban sped down the back road, the trees blurred past in a green and golden haze, a stark contrast to the tension coiled within the vehicle. Stephanie's grip on Brock's hand tightened with each wave of pain that wracked her body, her forehead beaded with sweat despite the cool autumn air seeping through the cracked window.Brock's heart raced as he watched his mate, Stephanie, contort in agony on his lap. He couldn't bear to see her in such pain, but he knew that they were running out of time. The driver's voice cut through the air, a note of urgency lacing his words as he asked if they needed to pull over.Stephanie knew time was not on their side, and she felt a growing urgency to act. Accustomed to living without powers, she had forgotten that she could simply wish herself and Brock directly into the safety of the pack hospital. "No, keep going," I gasped, clutching at Brock with one hand while the other grasped at the shards of my fading humanit
Stephanie’s Perspective:As the driver for I and Brock navigated the winding road towards the Silverton pack territory, my mind was a whirlwind of emotions. The truth about my parentage had shaken me to the core, leaving me feeling as if I was floating in a sea of lies and deceit. I clutched my swollen belly, feeling the reassuring kicks of her unborn twin boys, a reminder of the new life I was about to bring into this world.The cool autumn air whispered through the trees, carrying with it the scent of pine and damp earth. My mate, Alpha Brock, sat beside me, his hand resting on my thigh in a silent show of support. I glanced at him, grateful for his unwavering presence in my life, especially in this tough time for me.As we arrived at the Silverton pack territory, I felt a mix of apprehension and determination swirling within me. I knew I needed to confront my parents, to demand answers and closure, no matter how painful the t
Stephanie’s Perspective:I was aware of my issues with emotional control, which is why I couldn't face visiting my parents just yet. The guilt weighed on me, especially since my mother had just given birth and my father was now in intensive care. I had received word that my father and his men had been ambushed by rogues while returning to my former pack.Everyone anticipated that my mother would give birth to another boy; however, she had a girl instead. The sonogram had misleadingly suggested the presence of a penis, but it turned out to be merely the umbilical cord.I called Crystal, now back in the packhouse and in her own room thanks to Linda. I asked her to tell our parents that I don't hate them. Rather, I am a danger to be around until I can control my emotions and my magic.I had never deeply appreciated how blessed I was to have Linda as a friend. She provided the tough love I needed. Without her physically pulling me out of that bed, I don’t know how much longer I would have
Stephanie's Perspective:A rank odor filled the air. As I glanced around, nothing appeared wrong, which led me to realize the unpleasant smell was coming from me; okay, maybe I hadn't showered in a few days.I rummaged through my closet and picked out a pair of leggings and an oversized sweatshirt. After that, I opened my dresser and chose some underwear. Embracing a gradual approach, I completed my outfit with fuzzy socks, opting for comfort above all today. Laying my chosen outfit on the bed, I grabbed a towel and made my way to the shower. The water hissed and sputtered as I turned on the tap. The steam curled up around the room, wrapping me in a comforting embrace.As I stepped into the shower, the hot water was a sharp contrast to the coldness that had settled into my bones over the past few days. Water cascaded over me, its soothing rhythm a backdrop to my troubled thoughts.I admit I had let my depression take over me, crippling me mentally for the past week? I am not even ce
Brock’s perspective:Darkness had encircled the pack since Stephanie brought chaos to an end with the war. A persistent shadow of dark gray clouds, with occasional thunderstorms, lingered over our pack, each storm an echo to Stephanie's tears.I had to reach her, to break through the pain that confined her to her room. Only Crystal and I could occasionally console her through her sobs; it was hardly a conversation.I asked Sapphire and Selena about her powers' origins, but they refused to reveal them. Stephanie stayed quiet, not even confiding in her best friend Linda.I juggled pack responsibilities and calls about Stephanie's well-being. It all became too much, as Stephanie had excelled as both co-alpha and was an outstanding Luna. I missed having her here to help run the pack.Sapphire had to resume her duties overseeing the secret, cursed pack, a curse her mother insisted on maintain
From Stephanie's Perspective:Selena and Sapphire rushed to my side, encircling me with a protective shield to safeguard those around me from the bursts of anger I seemed powerless to restrain. It was as though I was a living embodiment of the Fourth of July, with outbursts erupting repeatedly and without control.I saw the wolf-wizard rushing toward me, his face contorted with anger and bewilderment. Sapphire stepped in front of him, placing her hands on his chest to halt his advance. Despite being enclosed in my protective bubble, where I shouldn't have been able to hear them. I could catch snippets of their conversation.I watched Brock argue with the witches and the warlock; Linda joined the fray as well.Brock questioned Selena and Sapphire about what had transpired with me. Meanwhile, Linda shared my confusion. For some inexplicable reason, the warlock was under the impression that he was my biological fathe
Stephanie’s Perspective:I positioned myself to see both astral Brock and Vincent. It became clear Vincent didn't want to harm me; he was torn because he simply aimed to rescue his mate from Adrian. I empathized if Adrian had taken Brock, I'd go to great lengths to reclaim my mate."Vincent!" I shouted, struck by a plan to retrieve his mate without jeopardizing myself or upsetting Brock by using me as bait."Listen, I have an idea. We'll need Sapphire's assistance. Without another viable plan, we can't break through the barrier.Additionally, I've concealed a special gift from most. I don't want people to feel uncomfortable around me, thinking I am reading their mind twenty-four seven. Truthfully, the ability is sometimes annoying. I really don't want to know what people think. What I can do is establish a telepathic connection with almost anyone, except for pure humans. I'll use this ability to mentally inform Adrian tha