Damian's POVI glare at Merida, my grip on her neck tightening.“You're lying,” I snarl.Merida laughs, her eyes sparkling with amusement.“We shall see,” she says and Elsa walks towards us. “Cuimhní ar dó,” she says, her voice low and mysterious and everything stops.I feel the wind sucks me in, calling for me and I answer and I open my eyes. I turn around in shock and find myself in a familiar area. It is a small ranch, and I hear the wind blowing and the cow moo. Where am I? It looks familiar, almost like I am home.“It feels like home,” I whisper to myself as I walk forward trying to understand what is happening and I see a little boy running towards me. At first, it seems normal but I feel a part of me flash to my mind as he draws near. I look closer and I realize the little boy is me.He runs past me laughing and chasing after a butterfly, as I look on in disbelief. My heart swells as I remember the feeling. But how did I get here? What trick is Merida playing on me?The y
Damian’s POV:A witch. Sent to kill my father. But she fell in love instead.I feel my world crumbling.Who am I, really? A half-breed? A product of deceit and love?I glance at my mother, searching for answers.But she's lost in thought, oblivious to my presence.Thorne's words fade into the background as I struggle to process this revelation.My mother's secrets.My true identity.Everything I thought I knew is a lie.I barely have time to drown myself in denial when I appear at the cottage, and my heart sinks.No, not this. Anything but this. I would give anything not to relive these moments. I walk towards the cottage and into it as if something is calling to me. My mother lies on her bed, pale and weak. She is much thinner and her lips has lost its color. I recognize the familiar taste of sadness. Something I never wish to feel again but it's in front of me and no matter how much I want it to go away, it remains.This is the same feeling of pain I had when she died. I don't wa
Damian's POVMy younger self walked alongside Thorne, looking downcast but acting fine. I follow behind, waiting to see if something else arises. Something secret that I must have forgotten.My mother's secrets, hidden for so long now, move about in my head, not giving me a moment to rest. “Damian!” I hear Elsa's voice. I halt my steps, wondering if I am hearing things. I shake my head and continue following Thorne and my younger self when her voice speaks again, this time fierce.“Damian! I need you to wake up! Wake up!” She commands.Her voice pierced my mind, clearing every other thought. “Damian, wake up!” she calls, her voice urgent and insistent.“Elsa,” I call, searching for her, but I can't find her. “Damian!” She yells again, but it isn't the sound of someone seeing me. It's in my head.I look ahead and see them reach a clear distance; the landscape remains the same, and Elsa's voice continues to echo in my mind.“Wake up, Damian!” She yells again in my head, and I hold m
Elsa's POV: “You mean you are also a witch,” I say, pacing around the room. “Yes,” Damon answers and I can see Merida smirk.“What if she is lying? Putting these thoughts in your head?” I ask, glancing at Merida. My mind refusing to accept anything coming from Merida.“Sure, I bet you think I also placed the memory of his mom, which he knew and had forgotten,” Merida says. Her voice annoys me further. I badly want to rip her to shreds; her hands and feet are caged, but it seems her mouth needs to be sealed up. “Yes, I do,” I answer.“Then you're a fool, dear Luna,” Merida says, provoking me some more. Damian intervenes before I can tear her apart. His hands stopped me, and his eyes pleading. “She's telling the truth,” Damian says. “My mother was a cleric witch. One of the high witches of their coven,” I say, turning my gaze to Merida. “So, how does that help us?” I ask.“A whole lot, since Caspian is using dark magic,” Merida inputs, and I roll my eyes. “What?” I ask“You he
Caspian's POV:Did I do wrong by telling Hector I failed? But he would know anyway. That shouldn't be my problem now. I need to figure out how to handle my new powers. I can feel it draining my energy. I am pacing in my room, lost in thinking as I need a new plan. Raider is better and I haven't seen him since last night.Why did I have that vision of my plan failing? Could it be that the letter was wrong? Could Merida still be alive? Something isn't right somewhere. I can feel a pull at my life force. Merida never mentioned me feeling hungry every time but it wasn't food. I wanted blood, to destroy everything. Was the price I had to pay for dark magic? Damn that woman. I should have killed her myself.“Guard!” I call out and one of the men rushes into my room. “Lord, Caspian,” he answers. “Did anyone see the witch's body?” I ask, wanting a confirmation.“No, Lord Caspian,” the guard answers. “Then how was her death confirmed?” I ask, watching his reaction. He looks scared, his fa
Caspian's POV:I keep struggling, my body changing and contorting as I try to break free from Raider's grip. I feel the ache in my fangs, and I want to taste his blood. “Give it to me,” I growl, aiming for his neck. I swipe my claws wildly, trying to tear his flesh, but he is strong enough to hold me. “Caspian,” Raider calls me, but I can't handle it. “Caspian, snap out of it!” He yells, and I can almost taste his sweat. Blood, I need it. His blood is strong. Just one bite.“Caspian! Snap out of it now!” He yells. I try to listen to his voice, but the voices in my head won't let me. Blood, just one taste. You can have it—just one bite. Go on, look at him. He is weak. His scent is inviting. Go on! Taste it! Do it!My vision blurs and I see the pulsing vein in Raider's neck.I lunge, jaws open wide.Raider's hands clamp down on my shoulders, holding me back.“Caspian, stop!” he shouts.But I'm consumed by this primal urge.My claws scratch, tearing into Raider's arm.He grunts in
Damian's POV:I pace continuously in my room, lost in thought. Ever since Merida helped me remember a part of my past, I've felt different.My wolf senses are sharper. I can smell the faintest scents and now I feel weak after every magic I release. Turns out magic is give and take after all. How did mom ever manage to keep the secret from me for so long and even in her death I wouldn't have been able to find out if Merida hadn't taken me down a memory lane. Thorne had taken the secret to his grave and Dad too. They had deceived me all my life and I feel terrible and betrayed. I still feel used and I don't understand anything and I hope to find out more because I know I still haven't found out all I need to know. I still don't trust Merida one bit, she is a trickster and I know it is wise to trend with her kind carefully. I need her to teach me how to control my magic veins and I know she plans to get rid of Elsa. I can see it in her eyes and I won't ever let that happen. I know she
Damian’s POV:“I thought you were ready,” Merida says mockingly. “You didn't play fair,” I say, still watchful for her next attack. “Agni àrd,” Merida commands and the same ball of flame flies towards me. “Oh lord,” I say, shocked as I try once more to catch it. I manage to stop it in the air with all my strength and my knees buckling, until her smile grows larger and she strikes, letting the ball of flame hit me.I fell to the floor face flat as the fire hit. “Oophf,” I groan and try to get up but I feel the pain in my arm. “What's the matter?” I hear Merida ask, her voice cracking with laughter. “I thought you could handle it,” she continued and I rise up. My gaze is hard on her and I get into position. She continues to aim at me using the elements. “What are you doing?” I ask and she raises her eyebrow.“What do you mean?” She asks and I lose my cool. “You're not training me. You're having fun,” I confess. “This is …” she starts but I don't let her finish. “Practice as
Melinda's POV I gasped out, and began to pant heavily. I was sweating and my heart was thumping against my ribcage. My memory seemed blank and it felt as if I was floating on thin air. "Melinda?" I heard someone called me, but the voice seemed distant. "Melinda, can you hear me?" The voice called out to me again and shook me. I gasped out again and batted my lashes, getting my blurry view clear. I felt a hand in my cheek and I shivered in fright. "Melinda, wake up. We are safe now," the voice said again. I blinked and my gaze fell on Damien, who was seating beside me. Yes Damien, behind him was the Luna, Dennis was standing beside, and Camille.I remembered everything. I remembered their names and their faces. I was locked in the spiritual realm but I somehow survived. I faced the Marcus and I think I was able to use my dark magic a bit, although, the memory wasn't clear enough. Camille walked closer and helped me seat well. "Are you alright?" The Luna asked, staring at me wi
Melinda's POVDarkness was all that surrounded me. I couldn't see, I couldn't move, I couldn't talk. I was locked in a forever darkness, but I wanted out. I don't know how it happened or what brought me into the empty space, but I knew it was my soul floating in the air.My body was at the edge of giving up and I could feel it. No matter how much I tried to move or tried to look for an escape way, something or rater, someone, kept drawing me back. It was as if there was a force holding me back. Someone was involved and the only way I could get nab is to fight him and bring him down. That way, he won't be able to clock my magic flow. But I couldn't do anything to help myself out of my vegetative state. 'Help!' I kept screaming in my head.It took days, months until it got to a year and I was still locked in. The time in the spiritual realm is faster than the time in the real world. A year could mean a week in the real world. It was forever for me. With each passing day, I kept tr
Caspian's POV We walked into the courtyard with our heads need in shame. We couldn't bring ourselves to looking at the Alpha and the disappointment enveloping his face. "It's about time," he muttered. "Now, where is the Vela Harmento?"I went on my knees immediately and Raider did the same. "I am sorry Alpha, but we lost it," I answered, remembering the battle I had with Damien and I still lost anyway. "What do you mean by you lost it?" He questioned, probably staring daggers at us. "We weren't the only one in search of the vela Harmento. Damien and the other guy, Dennis, were also in search for it. We fought to get it but unfortunately, they won. They had the hell of the lake's monster." I answered even though I lied in some point. They never had the help of anyone. They beat us singlehandedly. Besides, I was the one who got the help but i failed anyway. That damn Marcus deceived me and failed. He almost made Damien kill my body and that would have been hard to come back to it.
Hector's pov"HOW DARE YOU ALL LET HER ESCAPE!" I growled out and the ground shook due to the force I asserted. The loud breaking sound of the newly acquired lion statue by my throne, echoed in the meeting hall. The guards were all on their knees, shivering in fright. They should. They should be scared 'cause they had caused me something important and had awaken the rage in me, ready to burn and consume everything on it path."How dare you let her slip away from your grasps? She is a weakling and you couldn't handle her?" I roared."My…my lord. She… I… I tried to…s-stop her. But she… was… wasn't weak," One of the guards covered in bandage for what I don't care for, shuttered with his head lowered, daring not to look at me. "She wasn't weak? Are you trying to say she fought against the chemical within a day and became strong?" I questioned, with amusement dancing in my voice. They all sounded stupid. The chemical was a strong one and she can't fight it off. Her getting strong sound
Damien's povI couldn't control myself. The way she stared at me and the emotions in her eyes, drew me to kiss her. I wanted to stop, but my emotions was stronger than the little warnings in my head. I kissed every part of her lips and surprisedly, she didn't push me away but kissed me back. I took my hand to her waist and she shuddered at my touch. I deepened the kiss and when we finally pulled away, we were both breathless. I looked at her and noticed the corners of her lips curled up into a warm smile.She wasn't angry or pissed off. "I care about you a lot, Elsa. I adore you. I want to be with you. I what to stay by your side as long as I can. I want to be yours," I confessed, letting out my feelings to her. She stared at me for a few seconds before she drew closer and rested her head on my chest."I adore you, I like you. I don't know the best words to use to tell you how I feel," she confessed and for a minute, it felt as if my heart stopped. I tightened my arm around her
Elsa's POV He shushed me and cover my mouth. He looked behind me, and watched the guards walk closer to the tree after hearing my voice. "Come out now, miss Luna of the crescent," The guard taunted, as he got closer.Suddenly, they heard the footsteps of a guard who had gone with the other group, distracting them momentarily. He rested his hands on his knees, panting heavily. "We've found her," he informed.The head of the guards drew his brows in confusion and looked towards the tree where he heard a female voice. "We captured her already," the informant added. The officer nodded and they all went ahead, going towards the place where they caught me, or rather, someone who looked like me. I let out a deep breath that I held in for long, in relieve of not getting caught. "Are you alright?" Damien asked, scrutinizing me from head to toe. "I should have come earlier. Sorry for wasting time and making you pass through all these."I stared at him for a few seconds, and relieve rushe
Elsa's POV I had no idea if it was night or day, which was a huge setback for me. I had to escape but my plan would only work at night. I took in a deep breath to inhale the substance Camille had given me, which I soaked a piece of material in and used it to cover my nose. No one suspected a thing. They all thought I was trying to cover my nose from the chemical they released again, and few of the guards laughed at me for trying to protect myself. They said covering my nose wouldn't stop me from getting weak. If only they knew…They all thought I was weak, as usual, but I was far from it. I had regained my strength and ready to attack. "Hey, I want to set out for a few minutes. I have been here all through the evening," one of the guards said to the other, who nodded.I watched him leave, while the other let out a deep breath and faced me. He stared at me for a few seconds before he clicked his tongue and shook his head. "You are a Luna. Such a disappointment to see you this weak
Damien's pov "We news to gey back as fast as we can. The days are running and Melinda might lose her life," Dennis reminded, walking ahead of me. Everything he said we're likes whispers, as I didn't pay attention to him. My mind was occupied with one person: Elsa.She's all alone. I had no idea if she was back or still locked up in Hector's clutch or worst still, if he killed her. I tightened my fist at the thought of it and clenched my jaw. I would never forgive myself if something bad happens to her. If only I didn't leave hesitatingly like that, I would have convinced he not to act rashly. She was probably worried and left on her own. I looked at Dennis with a frown plastered on my face. "You should have talked the Luna into not going on this mission," I said, and he stopped walking to face me. "You think I didn't? I did but she's stubborn. I already told you this," he answered, with his voice calm, but that wasn't enough. Elsa was out there in the hands of a dangerous man.
Elsa's POV I carefully tiptoed to the guard standing by the cell I was locked in. He held the key to the cell, tightly in his grip. I got closer and stretched my hand to carefully steal it, but he suddenly moved and faced me. "Nice try, my lady. Your powers won't even help you if you are to use it to get the key," he mocked and turned on the gas, which contained same substance as the powdery substance blew on us. I had no idea what it was, but I hated it. "No, please," I cried and coughed, slowly falling on my knees. Because I had an Alpha bloodline in me, it wasn't enough to kill me or put me to sleep easily. That was the reason why I was conscious even when Camille and the other werewolves fell to the floor. But there was one thing it does to me. It weakens me. Weaken me so much that I can't lift a finger. I fell to the floor and rested my back against the cell, feeling every strength in me slowly drawing out. I was like an empty shell just waiting to be blown away by the wind