Gwen’s POV It’s been four hours. Four hours since Stefan disappeared into the infirmary with Mari in his arms. I’ve spent most of that time wearing down a path in the living room carpet. My eyes keep darting to the hallway leading to the infirmary. Nobody has been allowed into the room since Levi had his leg set three hours ago. He left to recover in his room. Since then, only three people have been in the infirmary–Stefan, Mari, and the healer. A few times, I’ve almost convinced myself to go ahead and take a look. She is my twin sister, he is my mate. I should get to check on them. But the memory of Stefan’s threatening glare back in the forest is enough to keep me from doing it. If he looks at me like that ever again… I turn away from the hallway. Maybe I should get out of this house. Take a walk, a drive, anything. Because if I have to stay here one more minute and wonder what’s going on with them, I’ll go crazy. I take the stairs two at a time. In our bedroom, I open one o
Stefan’s POV “Where are you going?” I stop in my tracks and turn. Mari’s eyes are on me as she props herself up on a pillow. I walk back to the bed and help her arrange the pillow behind her. “I thought you were sleeping.” I haven’t left her side since we got back from Red Creek. One of Theodore’s werewolves hurt her and almost got away with her while his partners distracted Max and Levi. But I got there just in time to rip him apart. He had banged her up so badly that she remained unconscious for a few hours after I brought her home. The healer administered some medication, but she was still in some pain when she woke up. Unlike our kind, shapeshifters don’t have fast healing abilities. She finally fell asleep an hour ago, and I’ve been watching her. It looked like she would be resting for a while, so I wanted to go downstairs to discuss our next step. “How are you feeling?” I ask, pulling back when she is comfortable. “Do you need anything?” She shakes her head. “I feel muc
Gwen’s POV I can barely see where I’m going as I take the stairs. Nothing. That’s all I got from him. Nothing. While I told him goodbye, while my heart broke into a thousand pieces, while I wished he would tell me I was wrong and I was the one for him. I blink to keep the tears at bay. They still break free, and I wipe at them quickly. There’s no time to cry. It’s over. Like I should have known from the day I realised he had mistaken me for my sister. Along the way, I lost my mind and thought I could have a fairytale ending. Should I be happy that it’s over soon? That I longer have to lie to myself? I get to the bottom of the stairs and head towards the kitchen. My plan is to get out of here without anyone noticing. Does it even matter? Unless he gives the orders, nobody can stop me from leaving. And I’ve already confirmed he doesn’t care what I do or where I go. He has found the one he was looking for. He has no reason to keep me here. I’m about to get into the kitchen
Gwen’s POV I weave in and out of consciousness many times. Each time, there is someone watching me. The purple-eyed man. I’m convinced that I died and went to the underworld. If I’m not dead, I must be hallucinating. I cannot tell how long I’ve been lying here…wherever ‘here’ is. During the small spells when I’m awake, I recollect my memories. Leaving Stefan’s place, taking a bus, the bleeding. After that, nothing. What happened? Did someone take me to a hospital? When I fully regain consciousness, the man is not there. But when I turn my head, I see him. He is at the window. The room looks pretty bare for a hospital room. The walls are stone and there is no other furniture in the room. But the bed is quite comfortable. I sit up, bracing for pain to wash through my body. But there’s no discomfort. “Hey.” My voice comes out as a scratchy whisper, but he hears it anyway. He turns around and even across the room, I can see his purple eyes clearly. It wasn’t a dream. “Ruby!” h
Stefan’s POV When I get to the briefing room, Hanna, Max, and Andreas are waiting. As I walk to my seat, Hanna rises from hers. “Gwen is gone,” she tells me. I take my seat. “I know.” All three pairs of eyes in the room follow me, as if awaiting further comment. When I offer none, Hanna adds, “Like she is gone gone. She took her car and I checked her room. Her things are gone.” “Let’s talk about Blackrise.” While Hanna looks at me as if I’ve grown a second head, Levi appears at the door. He is using crutches. While our kind heals fast, fractures take a while. “Can I talk to you for a second?” he asks as he hobbles into the room. He doesn’t wait for my reply as he walks right past the table and towards the door to my private office. I rise and go to him. After I’ve let us in and closed the door behind me, I ask, “What is it?” “What happened back there?” he asks as he settles in a chair and puts his crutches aside. “What?” If he too wants to interrogate me about Gwen, it’s not
Stefan’s POV When Gwen left, she only took what she had with her when I brought her here. She didn’t take any of her new clothes or the cards I’d given her. Which means she left with no money. She only has her car, which she cannot refuel. Unless she decides to stay nearby for a while, it’s the only thing she can use to get money. Hanna, Max, Andreas, and I split up and check the used car dealerships in town and pawnshops. On my third try, I find what I’m looking for. She indeed pawned her car for cash…but now, I have no idea where to find her. According to the owner, she came by over two hours ago. That’s a lot of time to get far away from here. Without her car, she must have taken a bus. Or a train. “She asked about the farthest bus route,” the owner provides. The farthest. I hope that small detail narrows my search. I contact the others and ask Max to come and get her car back while I head to the bus station. ‘She better still be there,’ Eric growls. I stay silent and f
Stefan’s POV When we…dammit. Now I’m referring to ‘we’? When I get back to the house, everybody is ready to roll. We don’t waste much time. Once they run me through the information they have and the plan, we hit the road. Levi isn’t happy about being left behind. I’m also not thrilled about going into what’s undoubtedly my most important battle yet without one of my best warriors. But his leg is not healed up yet. Mari is coming with us. If it was up to me, I would rather she stayed back at the house, away from danger. But she is the only one who’s familiar with Theodore’s hideout, so we can’t go without her. Also, as a shapeshifter, she can bolster our team in ways we couldn’t. Her unique abilities are why werewolves like Theodore keep shapeshifters–forcefully or otherwise. She can survey places we can’t see and get into nooks and crannies we can’t access, unseen. She is our best chance of infiltrating Theodore’s hideout at such short notice. “Any lead on Gwen?” Hanna asks, mee
Gwen’s POV He is silent for a while. I study his back as I wait for his reply. He is wearing a black long coat over his clothes. It falls off his wide shoulders nicely and reaches the middle of his legs. He is quite tall. His hair falls past the collar of his coat and onto his back like a river of white silk. Nobody mentioned vampires also happen to have better hair. “It’s not the time for that story,” he says finally. From his tone, I can tell it’s not one he is looking forward to telling. “The werewolf. He hurt you.” I’m about to say that no, he didn’t. But I don’t think he is talking about physical injuries. I swallow down the knot forming in my throat. “How do you know that?” He turns and walks back to the bedside. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry, but I saw your memories when I fed you. I don’t understand how he could do that to you.” I recall the things Stefan told me about vampires. About how they can read your mind and control people with their minds. Knowing he w
High Palace, Ninth Heaven Selena, Moon Goddess, walked through the open doors of the High Palace. It had been centuries since Mother Creator had summoned her. A summon from Her Holiness was a rare occurrence that sent fear through even the most powerful deities. It often meant one of two things–you’ve gotten on her bad side, or she’s about to give you a new Order. Orders could be bad or good, but it was better to manage one’s expectations. Selena spent most of her time at her Lunar Palace, overseeing the race the Holy Mother had sanctioned her to begin as guardians to the human race. That had been thousands of years ago, and it had been her last Order. She wanted to hope, but she had a sinking feeling this summoning was not about her Order. When she got in front of the throne, she got to her knees, her white robes spilling on the iridescent marble floor. Holding her hands together in front of her, she bowed deeply. “Mother.” There was nobody on the throne, but the creator’s
Stefan’s POV It’s not until I watch the flames engulf her body that all hope dies within me. Gwen is gone. She is dead. When I saw her at the castle two nights ago, I thought I had time. Now, I have all the time in the world, but I don’t have her. I have nothing. And it’s all my fault. If I’d never let her leave, this would not have happened. Heck, if I’d left her alone that night I found her at the nightclub, she would be alright. ‘You can delay fate, but you cannot change it.’ That’s what Eric said when I woke up in the middle of the jungle after he went off running last night. She was meant to die, that’s what he meant. That it didn’t matter what I did or failed to do. She would have died anyway, at that exact time. He said the High Priestess never mentioned it. She told him about his own demise, but not a word about Gwen’s. Why did she insist on sacrificing Gwen in her past life when she must have known she would die young? Because then, she must have known that Gwen
Stefan’s POV “Why did Alexander help Theodore?” I ask Phillip when he shows up in the library in the evening. I’ve been in here most of the day, looking through Alexander’s books. Eric insists that I’m wasting my time. But time’s all I have. Gwen has been avoiding me all day since our conversation in the garden this morning. I know I have to give her time. It’ll be a while before she wants to see me, leave alone talk to me. While I wait for that time to come, I’ll not stop looking for a way to give her something she might want more than me. Eric says he is not the one she loves, but she hasn’t heard their story. Maybe…what if…what if all this time, he was the one she loved? She says if we break the bond, I’ll realise I never really love her. What if that’s true for her? Maybe without the bond, I’m nothing to her. Because we were never meant to be. We only found each other because Eric chose me as his host. I’d never have gotten tangled up with her. I only served to bring the
Eric’s POV Gwen and I are a pair of star-crossed soulmates. That’s what the High Priestess told me in my past life while trying to dissuade me from going through the ritual that would keep me around for half a century. She said no matter how many lives our paths crossed, it would never end well. I don’t think I entirely believed her back then. After all, she was the same person who took Ruby’s life with a lie. She could have been lying to get out of performing the ritual because it was forbidden and would cost her. Even if she was telling the truth, it wouldn’t have changed my mind. It’s okay if I never get to be with her, as long as I can protect her. I had hope that would be for at least a few years before my spirit dissipated. But all I’ve gotten are a few months so far. And unless I convince Gwen to give Stefan another chance, that might be all that I get. We make the switch in the morning. I told Stefan I can rob him of his body. I was bluffing. I’ll be lucky if I can hol
Stefan’s POV I catch Gwen just before she hits the couch behind her. Her limp body falls into my arms and I lift her, holding her against my body. This is not one of the scenarios I had in mind when I imagined how it would be when I saw her again. I imagined she’d be mad and say she hates me–and I could see that in her eyes when I walked into the room a moment ago. But I didn’t imagine seeing me would be so horrible for her that she’d pass out. “Where’s her room?” I ask the vampire. “Can you get the healer? I’ll make a call.” When the vampire came to me not long ago, I wasn’t at the pack. I was in possibly the hundredth town I’ve been to in the past five months, looking for her. “This way,” he says, leaving the room. I follow him into the hallway and up a flight of stairs. He branches off on the third floor. He opens a door to the east and I walk through it into a large bedroom. “Make the call,” the vampire tells me as I lay Gwen on the bed. “I don’t want to spook anyone.” I
Five Months Later It’s been five months since Alexander died. In that time, I’ve not left the castle. I could go anywhere I wanted, but that’s the thing. I don’t want to go anywhere. Not for another two months, at least. When the baby comes, I cannot stay here. It’s fine to isolate myself in the middle of the jungle with no contact with the outside world save for a vampire butler who refuses to leave, but I cannot do that to a child. When she comes–according to Phillip, who can sense a ton of things I’d normally need an ultrasound for, it’s a girl–I want to give her a normal life. As normal as I can before she grows up and finds out she is a werewolf. I don’t plan on looking for a werewolf community. There are werewolves who live in the human world, perfectly hidden. As long as I raise and teach her well, it can be just the two of us, living a peaceful life away from the chaos in the supernatural world. When I leave the castle, I intend to move to one of the houses Alexander lef
Gwen’s POV I wake up in the middle of the night to strange sounds coming from the hallway. I sit up in bed and listen. When a feminine scream rends the air, I jump out of bed and rush for the door. When I get to the hallway, I see a woman outside Alexander’s door. She turns around when I appear, and on seeing me, rushes towards me. “Help me! They are trying to–” She comes to a sudden stop as a stricken look crosses over her face. She stumbles back, eyeing me with suspicion. “Are you one of them?” Phillip appears from Alexander’s room and I walk over, looking between him and the woman. She is human. “What is going on?” “Don’t worry about it,” he tells me. “Go back to sleep.” The woman is looking between us, pressing herself against the wall. I look at her. “It’s okay. No one’s going to hurt you.” There’s only one reason a human would be in a vampire’s castle. But as long as I’m here, no one’s getting drained. She looks at me with wide, terrified eyes, unsure whether to trust me.
Stefan’s POV “So you went to bed with a vampire,” I mutter into the dark room after Eric is done with his story. ‘After everything I’ve said, that’s what has left an impression on you?’ I sigh and rub a hand over my face. “You have faith in this vampire, but you have no idea what he has been up to for the past five centuries. He is working with an asshole like Theodore. Maybe Gwen is not as safe with him as you think. Maybe at some point, his dark nature caught up with him and he found everything he did back then laughable. Maybe he took her so he could do what he failed to do back then.” He is quiet. And that means he knows I could be right. ‘But she is still alive,’ he says after a moment. ‘I would feel it if she died, no matter where she is. He wouldn’t keep her alive if he was back to his true nature.’ “There are worse things than death,” I whisper. What if he is torturing her? She is a werewolf, so he cannot drink her blood. If he regrets the things he did for her hundreds
Five Hundred Years Ago The vampire disappeared right in front of their eyes. Eric hated it. It was the most annoying ability those cursed creatures had. When they knew it was a losing battle, they avoided all contact with werewolves. Because once a werewolf got their claws or fangs into their undead bodies, they couldn’t get away. With the vampire gone and the High Priestess done with her ritual, he rushed to the altar and fell to his knees. He unfastened the ropes around Ruby’s limbs and gathered her in his arms. Tears blurred his sight as he called her name, stroked her face, embraced her limp body close. She was gone. It felt like someone had reached into his chest and tore his heart out. How could he have such a connection to a human? He had never understood his feelings towards her. At twenty eight, he was yet to find his destined mate. He should have met her about a decade ago. He assumed she was already dead. Was that why he had been able to fall for her so hard?