Emma.I hadn’t slept. Not even a moment. All night, I lay in my bed, staring up into the darkness, my mind tangled with worry and dread. The few times I’d closed my eyes, images of Alec—my brother, the only family I had left—flashed before me, and then Kael’s cold gaze. Tears had come in waves, and by morning, my eyes were swollen, my throat raw, and my heart felt like it was being squeezed by a merciless hand.As dawn broke, I wiped my cheeks, trying to find some strength somewhere within me. But it was no use. I was terrified, heartbroken, and utterly helpless. Kael was about to lead an attack on the vampire town, and with every fiber of my being, I knew Alec had nothing to do with the attacks on the Crescent Pack. Yet, Kael wouldn’t listen, wouldn’t believe me. The thought of what he planned to do, and of Alec caught in the middle, made me feel like I was walking through a nightmare I couldn’t escape.As I approached Kael. He was surrounded by his men, discussing strategies, his
Emma.I was trembling as I stood before Kael and his father. King Drag had his eyes fixed on me accusingly. I was doomed. They all believed Selene. I was doomed. Aragon laid on the bed in the pack's infirmary, his eyes shut, his face pale. He looked every bit like a corpse. If not for the doctor still hovering over him, I'd have believed him dead already. Kael’s voice was tight as he glanced at the doctor, his eyes fixed on Aragon’s still form. “Nightshade is the strongest poison one can find around this city. You’re saying there’s no other explanation?”The doctor adjusted his glasses, pressing his fingers to Aragon’s pulse. “I’ve seen this before. Only nightshade would put a wolf in this kind of state.”Kael’s jaw clenched. “But he’ll recover, right?”Selene, standing across from me, snickered slightly, her gaze cold as it lingered on me. “If she hasn’t killed him completely, he might.”I lowered my gaze, feeling every accusing look in the room press down on me. “I didn’t do it,”
Emma.Maybe it was hours. Or perhaps a few days, I didn't know. I sat in the dark cell, staring at the beam of sunlight that streamed in through the high windows. Soon, I heard footsteps at the entrance. Selene looked at me as she threw open the cell gate. Her lips twisted into a smirk. “Get up.”I stumbled to my feet, struggling to meet her gaze. “Selene, I didn’t do it.”She didn’t even flinch, her voice as cold as her stare. “Save it. Kael doesn’t trust you. None of us do.” She threw a bundle of clothes onto the floor at my feet. “Put these on. You’re coming with us.”I looked down, afraid to protest. “I don’t want any part in this. I don’t want to fight, I don’t want—”“You don’t have a choice,” Selene cut me off, eyes narrowing. She turned to the guards behind her. “Bring her out. Don’t let her out of your sight, not for a second.”Once I was dressed, they escorted me out. Outside, Kael waited by a sleek black vehicle, flanked by half a dozen guards. He looked up as I approached
Emma.The damp, cold air clung to my skin as I huddled on the stone floor, watching Williams set the tray down on the other side of the bars. His eyes were soft as they met mine.“Are you cold?” he asked gently, his voice barely above a whisper.I didn’t answer. Couldn’t. My chest felt as though it were wrapped in iron, each breath a struggle against my emotions. Williams cleared his throat, shifting uneasily. “Luna Emma, you should eat. You’ll need your strength.”“Was my brother found?” I finally murmured, looking down at the barely-touched food on the tray.He hesitated. “Perhaps it’s best if you don’t keep asking such questions. It might not end well for you.”I sighed, staring into the dark. “I didn’t do it, Williams. I didn’t do any of the things they say.”He looked away, his silence speaking volumes. I swallowed hard, searching his face. “You don’t believe me, do you?”His gaze shifted to the floor. “Believing you or not…it doesn’t change anything. Just…try to stay safe. Keep
Emma.I had no say. That was simply the way my life at the Crescent pack was. King Drag had declared that I had to participate in the Blood Moon Ritual. “You're unmated. That tattoo says nothing. You still smell like a ripe woman for any wolf. We will have to make sure this isn't some twisted joke by the moon goddess," he'd said. I was speechless. Kael ought to be my mate, my alpha. He shouldn't allow anyone else to as much as smell me. But here I was, agreeing to participate in a ritual to find a lover for the next mating season. “You may not be a werewolf yet. But a bite from your mate will change that," he stated, smirking at me. “But the alpha is—" I tried to argue. Drag scoffed, “My son, the alpha isn't ready to mate with you. We have a law, no unmated werewolf shall remain so by the coming season. We need warriors and we need more men. That means giving birth and being mated." I swallowed, looking down. Kael didn't say a word, he remained calm, cutting into his chicken.
Emma.I was shaking. Standing before the council so soon after a tense meeting with King Drag just the previous day got me feeling like a black sheep. “Do you even understand what you’ve done?” Drag’s voice was filled with cold fury as he placed the vial on the table, his eyes piercing through me. “This! She was trying to feed him the contents of this bottle!” he stated and looked at the rest of the men. The council members muttered among themselves, leaning in to examine the vial as if it held some dark secret. One of them scoffed, "An expensive vial. Not something just anyone could get their hands on, is it?"“And the silver covering,” another added, eyeing it with suspicion. “Silver. You know what that means for wolves, don’t you? Silver is lethal to werewolves. I don't see how the content could be any less harmful—”“You’re misunderstanding me, I didn’t hurt him, it's a cure—” I tried to interrupt, but Drag cut me off with a sneer.“Oh, we’re misunderstanding? Then enlighten us.
Emma.We were back in my room after the meeting with the elders. Aragon was awake. I was out of trouble. At least for the time being. "How did you know about the antidote, Emma?" Kael's voice was very soft as he sat on the edge of my bed, his gaze piercing. I shifted, my mouth suddenly dry. "A servant gave it to me," I stammered. "I told you, she just handed it to me."Kael's jaw tightened, and he looked at me as though studying every inch of my face. "Do you expect me to believe that? That a servant would just hand over something like that?""It’s the truth, Kael. Why don’t you believe me?"He let out a slow breath. "I don't think you're lying, Emma. I know you couldn't have just found those ingredients. There's no way you’d have access to what it took to make that antidote."Relief washed over me. "Then you believe me?" Kael’s expression softened slightly. "Emma, I’m not the one who needs convincing. They think you're lying to protect yourself."I shook my head. "But it’s the tru
Emma.I ran my hands down the dress Kael had chosen for me, feeling strange but somehow excited. It had been so long since I’d felt like I had a reason to be excited. Tonight, maybe things would start making sense. Maybe tonight I could start to feel like I belonged.Once I was dressed and Cassidy did my hair in a pretty braid, I waited at the porch of the royal house, my eyes on the horizon where I expected Kael to arrive any moment. But it wasn’t Kael who approached first, it was Selene. She wore a sleek gown that clung to her like she was trying to show off every inch of herself. “I heard you took a little trip to the servants’ quarters,” she said with a smirk, her voice underlined with mockery. “Decided to find where you truly belong?”My fists clenched, but I forced myself to stay calm. “I went to speak with someone. It’s none of your concern, Selene.”Selene’s eyes widened as I mentioned her name. We hadn't said much since after the Tis'Uma. I practically avoided her with all
Emma.Life has a funny way of coming full circle. One moment you're a normal teacher trying to help void beings understand humanity, the next you're standing in front of a classroom filled with every kind of supernatural being imaginable, all eager to learn the art of cosmic evolution."Remember," I said to the diverse group before me, "everyone's path to transformation is unique. What works for a vampire won't necessarily work for a werewolf. What feels natural to a void being might be challenging for a witch."The classroom – now expanded to accommodate our growing community – hummed with excited energy. Through my evolved awareness, I could see each being's potential shimmering just beneath the surface, waiting to be discovered.Derek stood beside me, his vampire-cosmic nature casting beautiful patterns across the walls. "The key is finding your anchor," he demonstrated, shifting between states while maintaining his core essence. "The thing that makes you uniquely you, even as you
Emma."Remember," Derek said to the small group of vampires gathered in our backyard, "it's not about fighting your nature. It's about letting it expand."I watched from the porch as my husband guided the first volunteers through their initial steps into cosmic evolution. Each vampire's shadow was beginning to shimmer with possibility, their immortal essence reaching for something new."Like this?" A younger vampire named Marcus asked, his form flickering between states."Almost," Derek moved closer, his own transformed nature casting constellation patterns across the grass. "Don't try to leave your vampire self behind. Let it be your anchor while you reach for the cosmic."First drifted between the practicing vampires, offering their unique perspective. "Is like learning new language. Still speak old language, but now can speak new one too. Both together make more meaning."From inside the house, I could hear Mom and Sara working with another group of supernatural researchers. The wo
Emma.You'd think that after everything we'd been through, nothing could surprise the supernatural council anymore. But watching a room full of ancient beings literally lose their composure as Derek demonstrated his new abilities?Priceless."Impossible," one of the vampire elders whispered as Derek shifted between shadow and starlight, his vampiric essence now interwoven with cosmic energy in ways that defied their oldest laws. "Our nature is fixed. Unchanging.""Clearly not," Mom interjected, spreading out her research data. "What we're seeing is a natural evolution of supernatural energy. The vampire's immortal essence provides the perfect conduit for cosmic transformation."I watched as Derek moved through states of existence as easily as breathing, his vampire nature not fighting the change but embracing it, enhancing it. He was neither fully vampire nor fully cosmic, but something gloriously in between."Show them the bridge thing," Violet encouraged from where she sat cross-leg
Emma.They say evolution is a slow process. Try telling that to a family that just accidentally created an entirely new form of supernatural existence over an evening kiss."So," Sara said, her scientific equipment scattered across our living room while she tried to make sense of readings that kept shifting into impossible patterns, "let me get this straight. You two kissed...""And the universe basically went 'oh, that's a good idea' and decided to upgrade everyone?" Violet finished, still experimenting with her new abilities by making small objects phase between vampire shadow and cosmic light."Not quite everyone," Mom corrected, looking up from her rapidly filling notebook. "Just those with a direct connection to both vampire and cosmic energies. Though the implications for supernatural evolution are fascinating-""Maybe we could focus on the immediate situation?" Derek suggested, his new form casting constellation patterns on the walls every time he moved. "Like figuring out if t
Emma.It started with a kiss.Which, if you think about it, is how a lot of supernatural revelations seem to happen in my life. Though this one was admittedly more spectacular than usual.Derek and I were having a rare quiet moment on the back porch. I was still in my human form, day ten of the "cosmic detox" as everyone had started calling it. He was watching the sunset with that particular intensity that only vampires and artists seem to manage."I miss this," he said softly, his hand finding mine in the growing darkness."Sunsets?""Being able to touch you without worrying about cosmic interference."I smiled, squeezing his hand. "Well, according to Sara, I should be able to start accessing my powers again soon. Though," I looked down at our intertwined fingers, "I'm thinking maybe I'll try to stay human-shaped more often."He turned to me then, and something in his expression made my very human heart skip. "You know," he said thoughtfully, "I've been thinking about what you said a
Emma.Have you ever had to orchestrate a disaster so perfectly that it teaches a lesson without actually destroying reality? It's trickier than you might think, especially when you're working with beings that consider quantum physics a hobby and existence optional."Everything ready?" I asked First as we watched the eager void beings put what they thought were the finishing touches on their transformation machine.They nodded, their form perfectly stable despite the excitement. "Others in position. Remember plan."The plan was beautiful in its simplicity, really. Sometimes the best teaching moments come from carefully controlled failure. And who better to control failure than a group of experienced void beings pretending to be inexperienced void beings?"Sara?" I checked my very human watch – another adjustment I was still getting used to."Containment fields are ready," she confirmed from her position behind the monitoring equipment. "Though I still think this is insane.""Welcome to
Emma.You know what's worse than a supernatural crisis? A supernatural crisis when you're temporarily grounded from your cosmic powers.The call came during what was supposed to be a normal human lunch break – another exciting adventure in remembering how to eat food that existed in only one dimension at a time. Mom's voice had that careful calm that immediately set off every alarm bell in my very human nervous system."So," she said, "don't panic, but we might have a situation at the void being integration center."I put down my sandwich, already reaching for my car keys. "Define 'situation.'""Remember those void beings that tried to speed-run transformation downtown?""Please tell me they're not back.""Not exactly," Mom hedged. "But apparently they told some friends about their experience. Friends who decided that if quick transformation was possible, maybe they could find a way to... streamline the process.""Streamline how?" I asked, though I had a sinking feeling I knew where t
Emma.It was strange, seeing myself as just... me. No cosmic energy rippling beneath my skin, no reality-bending aura, no occasional transparency. Just Emma, with bed hair and yesterday's t-shirt, looking simultaneously more solid and more fragile than I remembered.The smell of coffee drifted up from the kitchen, and my very human stomach growled in response. That was another thing I'd forgotten about – actual hunger, not just the abstract concept of energy needs that I'd been dealing with in my transformed state.Making my way carefully downstairs (after successfully remembering to open the door this time), I found Derek at the stove and Violet at the table, both watching me like I might accidentally try to float through the ceiling."I'm fine," I said, heading for the coffee pot with the determination of a heat-seeking missile. "Just... readjusting.""Uh-huh," Violet said, not even trying to hide her amusement as I missed the coffee mug twice before successfully pouring. "That's wh
Emma.Turns out, downgrading from cosmic entity to regular human is about as graceful as trying to parallel park a spaceship. In the dark. While wearing oven mitts."Focus on your breathing," Sara instructed as we sat in the meditation room she'd set up in her basement lab. The walls were lined with specially designed dampeners to block out cosmic frequencies. "Try to feel your core self.""I'm trying," I muttered, then winced as my voice made the air ripple. "But it's like trying to forget how to read. Once you know what all the letters mean, you can't just... not know.""Then don't try to forget," Mom suggested from where she sat taking notes. "Try to remember instead. Remember what it felt like to be just Emma."Just Emma. The phrase echoed through my being, stirring something deep and familiar. I closed my eyes, thinking back to simpler times. Movie nights with Derek. Teaching Violet to ride a bike. Burning dinner and ordering pizza instead. Normal, human moments.My form flickere