Once the car stopped in front of the hospital, the plan was ready to set into motion. In the backseat of Jake's tinted Jeep, we sat there reviewing the mission. Using my powers, I was going to conceal myself from the public eye and from the eyes of the triplets, though they could still feel me if they wanted to. The only thing was that they absolutely couldn't act like I'm there, whether unconsciously or not. They needed enough willpower to stop themselves from doing that, though I trusted them enough.With a few exchanged kisses, I cast my spell and got down from the car first, before the others, so that it wouldn't cause much suspicion. Reporters, policemen, and paparazzi surrounded the whole hospital and by the time the triplets and I approached the entrance, it was a battlefield. Even as I was hidden from their eyes, I still flinched at every aggressive rush toward them and every loud click of the camera. They flocked around Jake like a herd of cattle, most especially, but they di
I laughed as I watched Bernand whimper slightly, nodding his head much to the concern of his family. I hummed in approval, liking the fact that he is willing to comply. I mean, he would be a mad man not to.“Good,” I folded my arms across my chest, looking down at him like he was a bug. I really got into this whole antagonist character really well and I would be lying if I say I'm not enjoying it. “First, stop acting like you're going psycho. Your family right there is looking at you suspiciously, so try to tame yourself. You're the only one that knows I'm here with you. Not even my stepbrothers know about it, so calm yourself down, or else,” I warned.Immediately I said that, he tried to relax himself, though it was hard for him to sit still. He kept on squirming and the pale and nervous look on his face wasn't convincing enough for them to believe him, but it was considerably better than before, so I decided to ease on him a little.“Very good. Now tell everyone to leave,” I ordered
I sat up in bed, stunned by his words. What? Dan had called already? Did he find out about us?There wasn't any more evidence to show that we were in a relationship, but with all the news, all the headlines, it would pose suspicion. If Dan had found out, then we were all screwed. How was he okay with this? How was he still calm?It made me realize and understand why he was so grouchy, earlier today. “Has he heard about the news? About Bernard? Has he seen it already? Does my mom know?” I asked, my panic flaring the more I thought about it. Here I was in bed with my stepbrothers when my parents were already coming down here, what was I thinking? Haven't I learnt my lesson already?“Calm down, Cassandra. It's not what you think. My father doesn't know about what went down here and he never will, as long as he isn't in touch with the human world. He doesn't concern himself with human matters not to talk about the news concerning it. He just called to inform me that he was coming down h
In the darkly lit, familiar room, surrounded with torches of fire lit from the walls, sat on a throne, was Damien, with a highly distressed look on his face. He has been upset lately and venting his anger on any unfortunate soul that crosses his path, more often than not. He has been tirelessly searching and researching about the warlock, who had not only killed his right-hand man, but was also evading his every move, as if it was written on his palm. And that pissed the powerful Vampire King, seeing that someone as pathetic as a witch was toying with him. He felt ridiculed and did everything in his power to stop that warlock.He tried everything, sent his men to catch him, pinpointed his location at times, and by the time they managed to reach that little warlock, he disappeared into thin air, leaving no traces like he wasn't there in the first place, and that frustrated Damien. He stopped drinking blood more than once a day, to fuel his bloodthirst even more and it was working. All
So it was settled. We leave for New Jersey as soon as possible, without delay. I didn't like the abrupt change of plans, but with the secret we were so desperately trying to hide and the new task Jake had bestowed on me recently, I had no complaints to say.Jake told me earlier about the Stone Moon festival and how it works, including the veil used to cover it. At the festival, at least one witch or warlock should be present, to cast a veil unto the event, like a cloaking spell, to be hidden from the human eye. The last festival, he had said, five years ago, there was an elderly witch that helped them with it and for the other previous ones. Sadly, she died and like Dan had told me, while I moved in, he and the Lycans really weren't that friendly with witches, and they wouldn't be able to find one in such a short notice. Which was why I came into the picture.Jake had asked for me to anchor the festival as the cloaker, as the only witch they knew and trusted. I was overwhelmed when h
I knew it. I could feel it in the air, in the cold welcome it gave us, in my bones. I knew that this time, it wouldn't be the same as the last.Memories flooded me, and I recalled the very moment I stepped into the Pack house, it was overwhelming. It felt like I was watching a slide of pictures unfurling in front of me. The laughter we shared, the friendship I made, the little conversations that we had... everything was replayed and it made me feel highly nostalgic, even when it hasn't been that long since I've been here.It was empty— well, save for the rest of us— although, it wouldn't be for long. Soon, this house would be crowded and any semblance of peace or serenity I had managed to get here would be broken and scattered into pieces, making me enjoy the little bit of silence I got. The silence wasn't that peaceful as I thought, a few minutes in. I found myself glancing at the triplets, occasionally locking gazes with them and looking away, quite as fast, to remove any form of c
I walked towards the back, with long strides. Funnily and kinda strangely to me, I haven't been to the back of the mansion before, for some strange reason. I guess I didn't feel the need to, since all I needed was at the front of it anyway and I was too busy with my spells and fighting vampires to care. But this time, when I heard Jason was there, I got really curious. What was he doing? Was he just lounging around or was he mowing the grass, with his shirt off? I shook my head, to wipe away all silly thoughts. It was very unlikely for him to do that— they had a gardener after all and why would he do that randomly? There was no reason why. I guess I'll just have to find out myself.On reaching there, I froze in my step. The shocking blue that took up my vision was nearly blinding. But that wasn't all that took my attention. It was Jason, in all his majestic glory, threading water in his gigantic pool. I blinked once, not quite processing the sight in front of me. First of all, I never
I nearly choked on my salad. “What?” I asked, still in disbelief, the moment I stopped myself from hacking out in coughs.“You heard right. It's in two days,” Dan chuckled heartily at my expression. I, on the other hand, couldn't see the reason for his amusement. What was so amusing to know that the coronation was in two days? Heck, I thought it was in a week or two, not in two days!I put down my fork and shot an accusing glare at the triplets, who were sitting beside me, digging into their meal nonchalantly, like it wasn't a big deal. We were all seated in for dinner, which my mom and I made. It was a huge spread and I couldn't complain, seeing how much I missed spending time with her. There was a variety of beef and barley soup, roast chicken, mashed potatoes and crackers, roasted asparagus, salad and finally, some homemade pizza. For dessert, we have some Swiss fondue, Neapolitan ice cream and cheesecake. We conversed amongst each other, lightly, sharing little bits of informati
***Our honeymoon at the resort was nothing short of a paradise. It was wonderful being able to flaunt my husbands out to everyone without living in fear of what people would say anymore. There was the occasional criticism from strangers, but it’s nothing that I couldn’t handle, especially not with my six-foot and above husbands threatening to destroy anyone that antagonizes me on sight.Husbands. The title made me giggle.In a paranormal sense, they were my mates and we were bonded on a more spiritual level than what the basis of marriage was, but it made me happier to call them my husbands, especially since it’s not far from the truth either. They even went as far to give me rings, three of them, which I wore each day and alternated when I felt like it.I was genuinely happy. I loved my life now and I wished my joy would never end. We ate together each morning and went sightseeing, sometimes we would lounge on the beach, and at other times we would go to the mall to shop or to the
It’s been months since the ordeal. Exactly three months since Jake and Jared regained their consciousness and opened their eyes from the coma. I sighed, watching the ocean crash against the shore in slow, rhythmical movements, enjoying the salty sea breeze. I had my mating ritual a week ago and currently we are on our honeymoon. I wouldn’t say that life had been easy on us, reaching up to this point, but I was just grateful that finally, I had my moment of peace and love. When the two of them woke up from their week-long torpor, they were happy, albeit, some of the Lycans took this as a chance to condemn us all. Apparently, the word that the four of us were in a relationship had spread like a wildfire, though we weren’t trying to hide it after the whole event. There was a huge amount of backlash and even when we explained to them that we were mates and even threw in the Red String of Fate theory to them, most of them ignored it and chose not to believe us. It was at that moment th
“Gilda. Let’s not go into hasty decisions,” Jason started calmly as if her words didn’t affect him in the slightest. “You’re an adult and honestly I’m fine with any decision that you make and whatever you find is best for you. I will respect it nevertheless. But do not bring that child into the equation, okay? Leave your baby out of it,” he pointed to her stomach sternly, his eyes narrowed to slits.Her gaze went defensive once again. “What are you talking about—”“Like I said, I will respect your decision, but leave the baby out of it. The baby has to be born before you carry out any plans you have in mind. Because I don’t think Emery would appreciate you doing that to your child, when he was so excited to see them,” Jason said, with an air of finality in his voice. His face and voice were cold and cutting, but it was just exactly what Gilda needed. She didn’t want any pity remarks or sympathetic looks thrown her way, she needed the reality check and Jason gave it to her on a cold pl
Beep. Beep. Beep. The heart monitor beside the hospital beds beeped simultaneously, both soothing and disturbing at the same time. It pained me to see them lying motionless on the beds, but at the same time, I felt a sense of relief, just knowing that they were alive. It was good enough for me. The high-pitched electronic sound was my only hope in the dark. It was the anchor that was keeping me afloat. Without those two shrill sounds, I don’t know what I would do…It has been a week since the war. A week since we buried Dan, Emery and the rest of the people that died in the war. Surely enough, the whole community was thrown into a frenzy. Wails and tears everywhere for their loved ones and families, all the lycans were thrown into despair and devastation. I was still numb from the whole thing. I couldn’t even process that Dan and the others were gone, it all still felt imaginary, like a sick nightmare that I was ready to wake up from. To top it all off, Jake and Jared are in a coma
Jason’s words rang through my head like a siren and I stared at him in disbelief. I couldn’t believe my ears. I couldn’t believe that he would say that and give me up so easily. I looked at Jared and Jake, seeing their faces contorted in pain and agony, that I could also feel from the throbbing of my heart. They were slowly dying. If they don’t get those chains off of them soon, they will die. As disappointed and hurt as I was, listening to Jason’s negotiation, I understood that it was the best alternative.Damien looked surprised, yet at the same time he looked morbidly pleased with the turn out, as if he was expecting Jason to surrender in the first place. “Well, it’s up to you Cassandra. Do you agree to be with me in return for the release of your lovers, or if you want, I could kill them all right in front of you. Choose your pick,” he grinned at me, like he was telling a joke only he knew. I was disgusted.I looked at Jason once again, my chest heavy laden and heartbroken as I tu
Jason instantly turned to the man, giving him his full attention, but I, on the other hand, was finding it hard to keep my blush down. Was Jason just about to say that he loved me? I shook my head and tried to focus on the conversation in front of me. Now wasn’t the time.“…the helicopter is here to pick you up sir,” the Lycan said and that snagged me out of the previous thoughts I was having. “Good. Tell the pilot that I’ll be there soon,” Jason ordered, dismissing the man before turning to me. My stomach churned a bit and I had an idea of what he was about to say next. “Cassandra…I know you may not like this, but I would have to ask you to sit this one out—”“No,” I folded my arms across my chest and flared up at him. I can’t believe that he would tell me something like that. He opened his mouth to insist again, but I shut him down faster than he would have liked. He frowned this time, keeping his expression stern, though I knew that he wasn’t really annoyed with me, he just wante
Damien folded his arms, looking nonchalant and unscathed in the face of the catastrophe all around him. Blood spilled and splattered everywhere, guts and internal juice as well and the smell of smoke and ash with each breath he took. He barely made moves to kill anyone, watching as his men sliced, cut down and were also cut down by their opponents.Any onlooker who was watching Damien would see and notice his calm demeanor, but on the inside, Damien was fuming. One would think that he would be happy from all the chaos caused by him and the upper hand he had against the Lycans, but they would be wrong. He was in a rageful fit.It had been hours since he arrived in the Lycan Territory and began killing his way into the heart of it all. It had also been hours since he got feedback that Cassandra wasn’t even in the Territory at the moment, that she had been long gone since, even before the war started, so there was no chance of chasing after her even if he wanted to. He had tried to pry t
“What?!” Jason growled, the sound reverberating through my bones and it was not in the soothing way I was used to. He was pissed. The veins by the sides of his temple grew prominent the angrier he got, bulging in time with the ones around his arms and muscles. On any other day, I would have taken the time to admire them, but now wasn’t the right time to. My eyes sought his pleadingly, however, he was too far gone in his anger to even see me. “Do you know how risky and dangerous it was, keeping this secret from us?! I can’t fucking believe that you knew this for so long, yet you kept it from us! What the fuck were you thinking?! Do you know if the warlock had bad intentions towards you? Or what…do you really think that you can go toe to toe with him? Cassandra, I know that you are strong, I have seen your abilities and I don’t doubt your strength in any way or form. But I’ve seen his powers first hand and I’m very sure he could overpower you if he wanted to. That’s not even the point
Swoosh. My head felt like jelly as something akin to a rush of wind passed through my brain, leaving me lightheaded. Behind my eyelids, light in circular rings passed through them like a hypnotic wave, forcing me in it, as if trapping me and truly, that’s how I felt. The bed underneath me disappeared and though I felt stable, it seemed like I was floating on air. Even Jason that was in front of me had disappeared, leaving a trail of pixel-like splatters in his place. It was confusing, yet I couldn’t break my focus.Soon, the white light was replaced with multiple films of images swirling all around me. I frowned, wondering they were and what they could mean to me, when a sudden sense of nostalgia and deja vu hit me like a truck. I realized that in these moving images all around, each of them held a picture of me or rather, a memory of me. The ones where I was happy, the moments when I was sad, ones when I was angry, each of them were all inarguably me. It was bizarre, but then everyt