Oh, snap. We are coming to the final show down based on where we are at in the timeline!
Two days! I’ve spent the last two days trying to get to Tiberius in his dream world. But I could only get to August every time I entered his mind. And tried as hard as we could, but we couldn’t get to Tiberius. We made it out of the black pit, into the forest, and to the tower, but we never could reach the castle. It was getting super frustrating. Add that frustration to my growing concern that I was feeling our bond less and less when I would touch him. I know the bond can’t be broken because I can still enter his dream world. But Melania is doing something to keep us apart. It has to be similar to what she did to keep August and Tiberius apart. I thought to call Bisnonna for guidance, but I don’t want to deal with that bitch. She probably wouldn’t tell me even if she did know. She’s proven that she doesn’t give a flying fuck about me or probably anyone. She had known about Tiberius and Thales, yet kept her mouth shut. She knew about so much and kept it from my family, and now look
I’ll probably feel bad for leaving Crista, Persephone, and Isis in the bunker later. Someone will let them out when it’s safe, so they don’t need me to use the access code. Right now, I don’t have time to feel anything but intense worry for Tiberius’ safety and unimaginable anger at Melania for causing him pain. I don’t know what she’s done to him, but I know it’s terrible with how much pain I’m in, and we aren’t even marked. Many people will call my driving skills terrifying. I speed and drive aggressively, and I own that. And right now, it’s working in my favor. I don’t have time to waste, and it’s not like I have a wolf to run to the hospital. Speaking of not having time to waste, I had to slam my breaks as three wolves stalked out of the tree line and stood in my way. I don’t know if they are Incubi, Bloodmoon, or Madonie, but I’m not going to hit someone with my car unless I know they are my enemy. I managed to skid to a stop having to cut the wheel to avoid them. Breathing
I can’t believe my eyes. Maybe this is some fever dream? Yes, that makes more sense. When I tried to touch Tiberius, Melania’s magic killed me because that’s the only explanation I have for seeing my dead mother. Or maybe Melania is in my head, and this is her way of messing with me. I’ll kill that bitch slowly and painfully if that’s the case. Not that I wasn’t going to do that already, but now I’ll have to get Chesed level creative with how I kill her. “Listen, Melania. This joke isn’t funny. You’ve impersonated me to try and trick my mate, and it failed. You’ve run around wearing your de-aged face and could only get Icky Iggy to give you the time of day. And now that you know this war is ending and that you’re going to lose, you pull this shit? How low do you have to sink? Pretending to be my dead mamma? Impersonating your deceased great-niece?” I scoffed, folding my arms. “Oh, mia stellina. You have your papa’s pessimistic attitude.” The trickster witch laughed softly as sh
I have had more than my fill of this bullshit. I want out of this hell hole once and for all. I don’t even know how long it’s been since I was first captured with Thales. But I know that I have been tortured, abused, and terrorized since then. I’ve been dropped down a pit, attacked by demonic playing cards, had chess pieces try to murder me, been in the middle of a power struggle between twin witch cunts, and given half-assed answers from ancient wolf spirits. Then I was attacked by a million small armchairs, forced to attack my mate, and subsequentially gotten my ass kicked by my mate. After that, I was assaulted by stupid monkeys, more torture, learned my mate was supposed to be my best friend’s mate too, wandered in circles, then forced into a game of hide and seek and sucked into a mirror. Fuck, laying it all out like that is a total downer. And I haven’t even gotten to the worse part. I know; how could it be worse? The worse part is that I’ve been separated from my wolf. He’s my
I’ve never been trained in how to use magic. So to wield this much power was nearly impossible. I don’t have the control over it that a seasoned witch like Melania or Bisnonna would. And while I was holding my own, sending out blasts, it wasn’t honed. It was wild and untamed. It was nothing compared to the pinpoint accuracy that Bisnonna used to free Tiberius or as consistent in strength as the blast she sent to counter Melania. I always knew she was a powerful witch. Only the most powerful in the coven can become the Crone. I didn’t think she cared well at all about me. Not to have a pity party but growing up, we weren’t exactly close, and I always felt I was a disappointment for not having shown signs of magic or a wolf. So for her to come here and fight to protect me, it’s unexpected. I know she has reason to interfere as far as this war goes and ensure the prophecy is fulfilled. So her coming to fight Melania wasn’t a surprise. Her coming to protect me that’s a surprise. I covere
You know how women always say men don’t know real pain because we don’t give birth? Not to sound sexist but fuck that. Try having your life force drained by magic with a witch’s power harpooned through your heart. No epidural can alleviate my pain and every second of this pain feels like hours. Plus, there isn’t a new life to make the pain all worth it when this is all over. When the pain finally ended, Katrina freed me of the Shit Witch’s power. All I saw was pain. Katrina’s beautiful face wore a heartbroken expression, tears staining her cheeks, and her eyes bloodshot from crying. And I don’t think any of those are joyful that I’m freed from Shit Witch’s magic. I winced and looked around and saw why my mate was in tears. Across the room, her Bisnonna lay lifeless. Shit Witch killed her and, in doing so, broke my love’s heart. I don’t have any attachment to the old Crone, but she was family to Katrina, even if estranged. I know the pain of losing one’s family. “Let’s kill this bitc
I felt so drained, physically and emotionally, after everything that happened. I felt like I could sleep for days. Of course, I knew that wasn’t going to happen. There’s too much that still has to be done. Melania may be dead, but I don’t know how the rest of this war is going. However, I do not doubt that Papa will be victorious. I’ll still need to talk to him and André about everything that happened. About mamma and Bisnonna. I woke up when someone knocked at the door. Opening one eye, I looked to see Tiberius awake and watching me. “You are such a creeper,” I mumbled. “I told you I have slept long enough.” He reminded me. “And maybe I’m a little worried that if I close my eyes, you’re going to disappear, and this will all be a dream, and I’m still trapped in that hell hole.” He admitted. I sighed and gave him a quick kiss as the heavy knock sounded again. “Katrina?” Papa’s voice called out as the door handle turned. We barely had time to sit up before Papa walked into the room.
“If either of you is naked, that’s your problem. Katrina, I’m your brother. We were born naked together. And Tiberius, well, I’m all for seeing what my sister’s getting.” André boldly announced as he flung the door open without bothering to knock. A cute man groaned as he trailed behind my brother with his hands over his face. Oh, he is adorable, whomever he is. “André Marcus D’Amore, you are not getting to see my mate naked. We agreed as children we do not share men.” I shouted, throwing my shoe at my twin. “Don’t worry. I don’t want your sleeping, well, awakened beauty. I have one of my own.” André winked, pulling the shy man forward so I could get a better look. “I see. Does your mate speak?” I asked, eyeing the man-candy at his side. André laughed while picking up my shoe and tossing it back. “Hello, Princess Katrina.” My brother’s mate bowed his head, all polite and formal. I can appreciate that, even if my brother rolled his eyes and nudged him with his hip. “You don’t have