VERENABut we don’t discuss our plans with the rest of the staff of the packhouse. Then who would know where we are going or what we are planning next? “I’ll tell Elijah to run a thorough checking of the members that work with us. If someone is working for them, then we need to know it fast.” I mutter and look at the door. “Where’s Elijah?” “I don’t know,” Irene says. “Josh has been here but I didn't see him when I gained consciousness.” “He’s hurting,” Joshua says with a serious face. “I don’t think he’s in a good mental state right now. You should talk to him. He’s in the packhouse.” I frown. Why didn’t I sense him in the packhouse then? “Alright.” I head back to the packhouse and walk up stairs. I open the door to the kids room and find them sleeping . Venus makes a few sounds while she’s in a deep slumber and Ezra’s clutching a drawing book in his arms. I step inside, keeping my steps as light as possible and slowly pull out the drawing book from Ezra’s arms. He stirs a lit
ELIJAHA few hours ago…The hospital waiting room is a blur of white walls and sterile furniture. I sit there, my mind reeling from the events of the past few hours. In the heat of the moment, I didn’t feel any pain from the wounds that I got from fighting with Theon and his men. But now it hurts like a bitch. It feels like someone has ripped my skin open. “Elijah, you should get treated,” Joshua speaks beside me as he takes a seat. I don’t look at him and stare at the white wall across me. “I’ll be fine,” I say in a stubborn voice. He sighs and the door to the ward where Irene is admitted swings open. The doctor steps out. Both Joshua and I get up. He approaches us with a calm, stoic face. “There’s nothing to be worried about. She will be fine. We have drained the poison out of her system.” I frown. “Did it affect her body in any way?” I inquire. He shakes his head. “No. The poison wasn’t that harmful. It's more like a sleeping drug. We use it on patients when we need them to b
ELIJAH“You gave them watches?” I ask and he nods.“A year ago. It will help them track each other when they get lost. It can provide the accurate location of the place they are in when they are wearing the watch,” Ezra says and my eyes narrow. A watch that can track each other’s location. “I’m thinking of adding a feature that will show a picture of the area they are in. It will be so cool, right Daddy? Dad?” He calls my name. I pull myself out of the thoughts that swirl in my head. “Hmm? Yeah, it's very cool. Did the twins wear that watch often? Did you see them wear it last time?” Ezra looks up as if he’s thinking. “Eh…Drake did not wear it but Dory does every single day. She says that she loves the watch because I gave it to her.” he grins. “That’s why I like her more.” His grin fades and he moves closer to me. “Don’t tell that to Drake though.” He whispers. I nod. “I won’t.” I say. Is it possible that we can get Dory’s location through Drake’s watch? Fuck, I need to tell him
ELIJAH“You must be what they call the Shadow wolf,” I say as I look at him. “I’m you,” he speaks back, his eyes staring at me with a look that’s devoid of any emotions or expressions. “You are the Shadow wolf.” I scoff. “I don’t choose this path.” I spat. “It does not matter what you choose. Fate has chosen for you. No matter how much you resist it, it's going to stay attached to you.” His words make my jaw clench. “Then I’ll control it.” “You can’t. A hunter hunts by choice. But a beast is beastly by nature. You are a shadow wolf by nature. You can’t change nature.” I narrow my eyes. “So what do I do then?” “Accept me.” He says in a nonchalant tone. “We are the same person. I’m just a more powerful version of you. If we become one, the world becomes yours. You’ll rule over it and make everyone worship Lord Umbra. The one and only God of this world.” “Nonsense! I’m strong enough and I rule my pack. And my wife is my world. I don’t need anything else.” “She is your enemy!” He
VERENACeline walks into my bedroom with a look of concern etched on her face and asks me. “Where’s he?” I point towards the bed and she sees him lying on the bed. I told her everything on the phone. When I held him in my arms, I could feel his heartbeat. I know he’s alive. But he’s not responding. My heart breaks at that thought. Celine slowly walks over to the bed and places her coat on the couch nearby. She exhales and rolls up the sleeves of her blouse. She, then, closes her eyes and her lips move as she mumbles some incantation under her breath. A few seconds pass and she opens her eyes, then places her palms on top of Elijah’s chest. She moves her palms on top of his body for a few seconds before her eyes stare ahead, as if she’s thinking something, “He’s not dead. But he’s not alive either.” My lips part in shock from her words. Not dead, not alive? “What kind of condition is that?” She looks at me. “Shadow wolves have special powers. They have control over their lives. If
VERENAI stare at the watch again and realization dawns on me. I turn towards Joshua. “This is Ezra’s drawing. I think it's about the watch that Ezra gifted Drake and Dory. He said that it can track their locations.” Joshua’s eyes narrow. “But how will it help us? It must be just a silly toy he made.” His voice is laced with a hint of skepticism.I shake my head. “Ezra doesn't make silly toys. He can actually make good gadgets. And this is Elijah’s handwriting. He must have written this for a reason.” Joshua looks at the paper. “Then let's find Drake.” We both rush out of the room and I min-link Drake. “Drake, where are you?” “Luna, I’m training. Why?” He responds. “Come to the packhouse immediately.” I order. “Okay.” Seconds later, Drake walks inside the living room and meets us. I look at him. “Do you have the watch Ezra gifted you?” He frowns and looks at the two of us. “Yeah, I do. But…” he scratches his head. “But what?” “I don’t remember where I kept it.” he says, look
VERENADrake and Joshua rush to my side, their faces etched with concern. "Maybe it's broken," Drake suggests, his voice a mixture of hope and despair.I refuse to give up. "We can't let it break," I say, my voice firm. "We have to fix it."With a newfound determination, I leave Drake's room and head towards the dining room. The dimly lit room has a few lamps casting a warm glow on the table. The aroma of freshly cooked dinner fills the air, a tantalizing scent that makes my stomach rumble. But because of Elijah’s condition, all my appetite has died down. I won’t be eating anything tonight. Ezra is just about to start his dinner, his eyes sparkling with anticipation when he sees me. “Mommy, are you going to have dinner with me?” he asks in excitement and my chest tightens. I have to refuse him right now. “No, sweetie. There’s something I need your help with.” I say and his face lights up. "Sure, Mommy!" he exclaims, his eyes wide with eagerness. He’s always happy to help me. “Uh,
VERENA“Where’s Dory? She didn’t come to play with me today.” Ezra complaints, pouting. “Is she playing hide-and-seek with me?” I smile, a bittersweet expression playing on my lips. "Sort of," I reply, my voice filled with a newfound hope. "She's playing hide-and-seek with us."Ezra chuckles, his laughter a soothing balm for my troubled heart. "That's like Finding Dory," he says, his eyes sparkling with excitement.I smile, wiping the tears quickly that threaten to escape my eye. "It is," I reply, my voice filled with a newfound hope. "Now, it's time for bed."Ezra nods, his enthusiasm fading as the reality of sleep sets in. As I tuck him in, I watch him drift off to sleep, his small chest rising and falling with each breath. In the darkness of his room, I find a sense of peace, a flicker of hope that illuminates the path ahead.The meeting room, a dimly lit space filled with the scent of wood and leather, is our chosen venue for the meeting. Joshua and Drake stand before me, their f