—JASMINEIt's been two days, exactly 48 hours since the incident with Enora, and an eerie silence has taken over the household. The once-bustling hallways and living area are now filled with an air of tension and anxiousness. Every servant is treading on eggshells, their usual chatter and clatter replaced by hushed whispers and deliberate movements.Hades still remains oblivious to the truth, his mind is still clouded by the misconception that Enora was the one who poisoned me. The reality, that Allison was the true culprit And I hate the fact that no one can tell him that it’s Alison’s fault. Because he will never believe.As all he can see is Alison being my best friend.Hades' misplaced anger and suspicion towards Enora hang like a dark cloud, threatening to unleash a storm of violence that could further tear apart the already shaky tension within the household.It's as if everyone is holding their breath, waiting for the storm to pass, their diligence and caution a palpable att
—JASMINE As I slowly open my eyes, I'm greeted by a darkness so thick it feels like a physical presence.The smell of something rotten hits my nose and I get nauseous immediately.With my hand over my nose, to keep that horrid smell out, I try to move, but a sharp pain shoots through my body like a thousand knives stabbing me at once and it causes me to cough. I start to cough and realize the place is empty and is echoing my every sound.My body's slumped on the harsh concrete floor, the chill of it seeping into my skin and bones like a cold mist. I can feel my skin recoil at the icy touch, like a thousand tiny pinpricks. With a surge of adrenaline, I force myself to get up and to start moving, pushing my hands out in front of me like a blind person feeling their way through the darkness. I almost start sobbing when I recall the man in the yard who abducted me.How the hell did they get into the main pack house?With so many bodyguards, they still managed their way through and b
—HADES I storm into the hospital Alison is, my dominant presence commanding attention. I'm swiftly directed to the ward where Alison is being treated, my sense of urgency palpable. Upon entering, I'm immediately drawn to her bedside, my eyes locking onto her vulnerable form. I'm met with a sight that makes my blood boil - her fragile body looks bruised and battered, and bandages cover every part that is bruised.She looks pale and immediately her eyes start to water when she lays eyes on me.My instincts scream at me to protect and defend her, to erase every trace of harm and pain. It hasn’t been two days since the incident with Naomi, and now there’s this with Alison?What the fuck is going on?Is this some sort of curse now? To have the women in my life meet doom?“Hades” Alison’s voice is calm and shaky as she cries.“Thank you so much for coming, I have no one—“Shh” I shun her.I take her hand in mine, my grip firm and reassuring, my presence a testament to my unwavering su
—HADES As my wolf comes to a halt after reaching a certain destination, I transform back into my human form, and the scent and sensation of jasmine envelop me so completely that I feel like I've become her. The fragrance is almost palpable, wrapping around me like a tangible embrace.What in the world happened to her?My jasmine!The intensity of her suffering resonates deeply within me, and I can feel its echoes reverberating through every fiber of my being. It's as if my body is attempting to shield itself from the anguish, trying to numb the pain that threatens to consume me. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that the same jasmine I left at the main pack house, safe and sound with the house guarded, is the same one in danger.No fucking way.As I take in my surroundings, I'm met with a bleak and horrible sight. I am deep in the woods that is so far away from the silvermist pack and it looks like a place danger itself will rewrite.There is a small, ugly loo
—JASMINE I don’t want to live anymore. If there’s anything beyond death, then I would like to be there. I’ve never felt so numb. My world has been ravaged, leaving nothing but a trail of devastation in its wake. I'm surrounded by a flurry of medical activity, with doctors and nurses swarming around me, their urgent footsteps and anxious voices fading into the background as they rush me through the hospital corridors, prioritizing my transfer to the VIP suite. Yet, amidst the chaos, everything seems eerily detached, as if I'm observing the scene from outside my body. A horrible feeling of derealisation. The faces of the doctors and everyone around me are hazy and indistinct, their features blurring together like watercolors. Even the physical pain, though intense, comes close to nothing in comparison to the crushing heaviness that grips my heart, a sorrow so profound it threatens to consume me whole. I want to cry, but I feel so empty. I think death would be fa
—JASMINE I'm on the verge of tears as I look at the doctor, his kindness and understanding is a breath of fresh air in this crazy situation. He's being so patient and compassionate, it's like a balm to my frazzled nerves. I've got faith in this doctor, with his gentle bedside manner and soothing words. I know he'll somehow figure out a way to untangle this mess and make things right if he gets caught that I’m lying about losing my memory. I just can’t be the same person everyone wants me to be right now.“Okay then Luna Jasmine, A few test has been carried out and you’re from from any damage to your head.” He looks down at the notepad in his hand.“Thank you for doing this doctor” I breathe out. He shakes his head. “Just call me Tim, and besides, I’ve been a doctor for twenty years, I’ve seen more than a lot of people wanting what they don’t have.”I smile and watch the white strand of his hair glimmer in the light, indicating his old age.“And according to your results, you wer
—JASMINE Alison's expression is a masterclass in deception, her eyes sparkling with amusement despite her attempts to veil it with a fake sympathy. Her smile is a thin disguise, a fragile mask that barely conceals her true delight. I'm not fooled, though - I know her too well, and I can see right through her facade. She's reveling in my horrid state, she loves that I am no longer with her child and with my memory.How can she be so cruel to me?How can she go to such great lengths to destroy me, yet sit next to me, holding my hand, and acting like she genuinely gives a damn about my well-being? It's a harsh reminder that the people closest to us can be the ones secretly sucking the life out of us, draining our energy until we're too weak to break free. They use their closeness and fake concern to hide their true intentions, making the betrayal even more brutal.“Listen to me jasmine. You can’t trust anyone in the silvermist pack” She says.I stare at her, acting like my brain is
—HADES The speed at which information spreads like wildfire through this damn pack is something I'm struggling to comprehend. It's like they have a sixth sense for gossip and news, and once something's out, it's like trying to contain a raging inferno. I'm still trying to wrap my head around how they can go from zero to a hundred in a matter of seconds, with everyone suddenly knowing everything about everyone else's business. I'm still reeling from the emotional blow of Jasmine's situation, struggling to come to terms with the fact that she's lost six years of her life, including her memories of us. And now, to add insult to injury, the pack's council has called a meeting to discuss Jasmine's miscarriage. It's like they're rubbing salt in my wounds, forcing me to confront the harsh reality of our situation. I'm still trying to process the news, and the thought of facing the pack council’s scrutiny and judgment is almost too much to bear. The pain and anger from finding Jasmine