ELIJAHMy fingers trace the jagged scar above my left eye, a constant reminder of the price I paid for the cure. When I demanded an extra cure, the witch demanded a favor in exchange. The thought of what Rena would have to go through if Rayn died made me accept her demand. The cure had a substance in it that made Rolf stronger than before, so I was confident I could handle anything.For three years, I ran errands for her. The cure was hard to obtain, so the price was heavy. It was like selling my soul to the devil.Her errands weren't simple. I had to face the Ashwalkers. They wouldn't die, no matter what you did.Fear prickles my skin as the memory resurfaces. The fight was brutal, two of them against me. I won, but only barely. They are dangerous creatures.That's why I warned Rena. The witch had said there were more, and they would soon attack all werewolves.Fulfilling the contract meant staying in the hills with the witch, away from everything. On top of that, I had my pack to run
ELIJAHI settle onto the bench beside the tree, stealing a glance at the book nestled in his lap. Harry Potter. Perfect."Who's your favorite character?" I ask, trying to sound casual.He glances up, his dark eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment before diving back into the book. Well, that's not surprising. He doesn't know me, after all. I’m just another stranger."I like Dumbledore," I blurt out, hoping to spark a conversation. Not my most smooth move. I am going to fail today. "Me too," his tiny voice mumbles, eyes glued to the page. A smile tugs at my lips. There's hope yet.My gaze drifts towards the other kids, their joyful shrieks echoing across the playground. They seem so carefree."Why aren't you playing with them?" the question slips out before I can stop it.He lifts his head, a flicker of sadness crossing his features – a pang shoots through my chest. That look... I know it all too well.He doesn't fit in. Just like I never did.I need to do something to distract him.
VERENAEzra bounces on his toes, his tiny hand clutched tightly in mine. "Mommy, carousel!" he exclaims, pointing excitedly at the brightly painted horses circling on the left."Let's go!" I reply, leading him towards the ride. The Moonstone Fair bustles with activity. Colorful awnings stretch across the open sky, families wander by with shopping bags in hand, and the air is thick with the delicious smells of popcorn, waffles, and fresh pastries.Ezra throws me a hopeful look. "You ride with me?"I give him an apologetic smile. "Sorry, sweetie, the carousel is just for kids." His lower lip wobbles into a pout. "But hey," I add quickly, "Mommy will take pictures from here. You can show them to Grandpa, right?"His face lights up. "Yeah! And I'll wear my star glasses!" He pops on the bright red, star-shaped glasses we just bought from a nearby booth.I watch as Ezra climbs onto a majestic-looking horse. Maria chuckles beside me. "He's such a happy kid. One minute he's acting all grown-up
VERENAElijah helps Ezra take aim, and strangely, Ezra lets him. They target the rabbit jumping on the screen, similar to my heart that races. He’s here.“Focus. Now shoot,” Elijah encourages him. Ezra lands two more shots and wins the game.The owner smiles at Ezra as he hands him the snow globe. “Good job, boy. Your dad came at the right time.”My heart skips a beat at the shopkeeper's words. Elijah really looked like a father helping his son win the game.Elijah’s gaze shifts towards me, his deep eyes scrutinizing me. The long black overcoat he wears over his black shirt outlines his broad shoulders, and his face looks more chiseled and defined. And the scar running down his left eye—I don’t know how he got it, but it somehow makes him look even hotter.“Mommy! I won!” Ezra jumps and shows me the snow globe. “Did you see how I shot down that last rabbit? Pow! Pow!” He mimics a gun with his free hand, and I chuckle.“How could I miss it? My Ezzie is a great shooter.” I ruffle his hai
VERENAElijah curses under his breath as if he said something he should not have.My worry spikes. “What happened to you, Elijah?” I ask.He hesitates, then pulls off his overcoat and rolls his shirt sleeves. Faint black burn marks appear on his forearm. They are subtle, almost faded under the afternoon light, but I recognize them instantly.My breath catches in my throat. “Those…” My voice is barely above a whisper. “You were poisoned?” It's more like a confirmation than a question. The black marks are a sign that he was poisoned by the same toxin that affected Dad’s wolf.Elijah fixes his sleeve and sighs. “I was poisoned by Nixie that day. I would have endured it better if not for the war I had with Theon. My body was already weak, so the effect of the poison was strong.” He turns his head and looks into the space, his eyes wandering into the distance.My chest tightens at his words. If he faced a war, then his body wouldn’t have stood a chance against that deadly poison. I remembe
VERENAShock morphs his handsome face. “No, of course not.”“There’s a difference, Elijah, between protecting someone and keeping them in the dark,” I explain, my voice regaining its calm. “I understand your fear, but a relationship is built on trust and communication. We support each other, share burdens, face the world together. Not fight our battles alone because we think the other person can’t handle it.”His gaze softens, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. “I understand, and I am sorry,” he says, his emotions true. “Do you forgive me, Rena?”The anger still simmers within me. “No, Elijah,” I say, my voice firm. “I don’t forgive you for not even trying to communicate with me before.”His broad shoulders slump, sadness clouding his eyes. It's a look I don’t enjoy seeing, but it's a necessary step.“But,” I continue, making his attention shift back to me, “I do forgive you for doing what you did for us.” My voice softens, and a wave of guilt washes over me. “I am sorry for how I
VERENACarlisle averts his gaze. “So he told you everything,” he says in a low voice.“Why did you lie to me?” I ask, feeling a little betrayed by him. “Elijah was dying, and I had no idea.” Guilt gnaws at me, a heavy weight in my chest.He runs a hand through his blonde hair, frustration creasing his forehead. “I didn’t trust his motives. For all I knew, he could have orchestrated the whole thing with Nixie, some elaborate plan to win you back. How can you trust a word out of his mouth?”Anger bubbles within me. “He had the same burn marks on his hand, Carlisle, the ones dad had. He was the one who sent the cure. Dad is alive because of Elijah’s sacrifice.”It makes me happy knowing that Elijah went out of his way to protect my dad. It shows that he really cares for me. The thought warms my heart.Carlisle’s eyes turn wide in shock. “I–I didn’t know that.” He looks at his glass. “The doctor did talk about him needing to find a witch, but I felt like he had put the poison in him delibe
VERENAThe sterile scent of disinfectant fills the air as I stand across from Dr. Walker, my heart hammering against my ribs. Ezra lies unconscious in the bed behind me, hooked up to a dizzying array of machines. My baby.“He has aplastic anemia,” Dr. Walker explains, a grim expression on his face.Shock rips through me. “Aplastic anemia?” I rasp.“Yes,” he continues, his voice low. “But interestingly, his medical history shows no prior indications or risk factors.”Confusion clouds my mind. “Then how is it possible?”He looks at the bed before looking back at me. “That’s what I also want to know. Aplastic anemia in children is uncommon. But what—” he stops abruptly. I don’t understand why he does until I see Ezra.A gasp leaves my lips as faint, shimmering silver markings appear on Ezra’s face, like intricate tattoos. I rush to him and touch his face. As my finger comes in contact with his skin, I flinch. His skin is so cold.“Luna,” Dr. Walker’s voice, filled with horror, reaches me
VERENAI shift back and just stare at her in silence, watching her fumble with her words. Her lips are quivering and she’s sweating profusely, her midnight blue hair sticking to her forehead. She literally copied my hair color and my hairstyle. When she realizes the coldness in my gaze, she stops and starts yelling.”You can’t kill me! Dad will end you. I did what I did and I will do it again with you!” her eyes go round as she looks up at me with a psychotic look. She starts laughing and I know that there’s no humor or happiness to the laugh. “You deserve it all! You are fucking bitch who was born in a wealthy family and was accepted. You have no idea what it feels like to be unwanted. So…so I did all of this. You needed to feel what I felt too. And I succeeded!” she throws her head back and laughs even harder. “I succeeded in ruining your life! After this battle, you’ll have nothing left for you. Everything will be taken from you. Your Elijah, your kids, your pack…everything! So go
VERENAA warm sensation takes over my body and I feel a tingling sensation in my spine. The celestial light builds within me and I aim it at the Ashwalker wolves. They take a step back as if they can sense that power within me. Serena opens her mouth and light erupts from it. It's directed at them and the moment it hits the ground, a huge explosion takes place. I hear lots of howls and the light blinds everyone in the field. When it fades, a huge crater is formed on the ground and there’s no sign of the Ashwalker wolves and the cloaked men who stood with them. The impact was so huge that it got everyone’s attention. Nixie stares at it with wide eyes. “What the fuck,” she says as she measures the depth of the crater I created. “Damn! That’s so badass!” Dory exclaims and I smirk. We approach Joshua and Irene who also are staring at the huge crater. They turn towards us and Dory steps forward, shifts back and kneels down. Joshua looks at me and I see concern in his eyes. “Rena…Irene
VERENAI run towards the main battlefield and Nixie’s petite figure comes into sight. She’s standing against my men, guarded by the Ashwalker wolves and a few of Umbra’s cult men. I watch in horror as Nixie, her eyes filled with a malicious glint, hurls a gas bomb towards Irene and Joshua. The bomb explodes, sending a toxic cloud billowing into the air. Irene and Joshua cough, their faces contorted in pain. Joshua, with his enhanced senses, manages to shield himself from the gas, but Irene, still recovering from her previous injuries, is more vulnerable. I can see her coughing violently, blood staining her lips.“Irene,” Joshua goes to her and holds her while she drops to the ground, the coughing not stopping.Nixie grins as she looks at them. “You used to call me Dumpster Barbie, right? Now what, huh? Can’t speak?” she taunts and then pauses. “Oh wait! I totally forgot to say this. This gas has a special role, you know? It can take away the vocals of the person it affects. Permanen
VERENAI grit my teeth and clench my fist in anger after I shift back. Dad shifts back to his human form too and glares at me, standing protectively before mom. “Dad? Are you seriously going to protect her? You know who she's working for,” I ask him, my eyes pleading for him to see the truth in this situation. She’s not our ally. His face contorts in anger as he hears my words and he growls at me. “I trust her. There must have been some misunderstanding.” His eyes flash and I realize that he’s not in himself. It's the mate bond that’s making him say this. My dad isn’t as strong as I am when it comes to staying away from our mates. His love for mom will destroy him. “Oh yes it is, Ray. He’s making me do these things,” Mom says and makes this sad face. I wonder who’s better at acting innocent—Nixie or her? Oh wait, I forgot that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. She proves she’s her mother. I look at Charlotte and mind-link her. “You are being a total bitch! You used my fat
VERENABut my words fall on deaf ears. He lunges at me, his claws outstretched. I dodge his attack, barely escaping his grasp. I'm filled with a mix of fear and anger. How can he hurt me? How can he turn against me after all this?I draw upon my celestial power, a surge of light coursing through my veins. My eyes glow a brilliant white, and my form shifts, becoming more powerful. I face him, my stance defiant."Elijah, stop!" I shout, my voice filled with authority. But he won't listen. He's lost in the darkness, a creature of pure instinct.We circle each other, our eyes locked in a battle of wills. The air crackles with tension as we prepare to strike. The battle between the Luna Guardian and the Shadow Alpha has begun. A battle that has occurred through different generations and timelines. I don’t want this. But do I have a choice? And what will we do if we both die? I look into his eyes, and see no sign of him. Is he gone? Did Umbra take him from me? I steel myself for what I
VERENAMaria walks towards me. “What happened?” She asks with a frown on her face. “It's mom. She’s here.” I say and Maria’s eyes turn wide. “Charlotte is here? Oh my Goddess!” She rests her hand on her chest and looks worried. I can sense the conflict arising within her. Mom was Maria’s best friend. I’m sure she still cares about her. I look at Irene. “We need to go out there. I’m sure the others will need us.” Irene steps forward. “Of course. I’d be so glad to go out there and kick some—” she halts and looks at the kids. Ezra gives her a sly smile. “Aunt Irene is saying some adult words again.” He makes a tsk sound with his mouth and shakes his head as if disappointed. He does this whenever Irene has a slip of tongue. “Shut up. I didn’t say anything. I only said that I will kick them.” She argues and I roll my eyes. She’s seriously fighting with a kid. “Rena, someone should stay with the kids to protect them,” Maria tells me as she holds my arm. She looks at Elijah who growls
VERENA"You're back," I whisper, my voice barely audible. "You're really back."Ezra smiles, his eyes filled with warmth. "I'm here, Mommy," he says. "I'm not going anywhere."In that moment, all the pain, the fear, the uncertainty - it all seems to fade away. We've won. We've defeated the darkness.Irene quickly turns around and her eyes go wide as she sees us. “Oh Goddess! It worked! Fu—Sorry. I mean hell yeah!” she shouts, raising her fists in the air. She looks no less than a lunatic but that’s how she is.I turn to Venus who just stares at her with her big green eyes, her little hand clutching Ezra’s shirt as she sits on his lap. I kneel on the floor and take her other hand, then kiss it. “Thank you, thank you. You’re our savior.” I whisper to her and cup her little face. She makes a sound with her mouth, having no idea what I’m talking about. I look at Elijah. His head is tilted up towards the ceiling, pushing back his tears of joy and relief. He’s trying to act strong but I k
VERENAI feel a strong vibration at the pit of my stomach. It makes my guts muscles clench uncomfortably but then a warm sensation travels up my spine. Venus stops crying and I open my eyes to see a vibrant light form in the middle of the air. It casts its bright light on the room and reduces Ezra’s dark aura, allowing him to take a breath and relax a little. Venus looks calm too and is staring at her brother with her big eyes. I look at Elijah and he nods. Ezra lifts his head and his face looks better, a lot less pale as he stares at us. But he’s still in his dark aura. Maybe the energy that we created helped to slow down the process. He looks at Venus but does not say anything. I move towards the bed and Venus raises her arm like she did in the kids room when she saw me. She smiles at her brother, her green eyes lighting up. “Veenie…” Ezra whispers. I carefully place Venus on the bed and hold her back. In case Ezra does something, I’ll pull her back. Elijah stands beside me and
VERENAVenus squirms as she sees him and it hurts him but he does not show it on his face. “Are they still out there?” Maria asks me and I shake my head. “No. But we need to be careful. Elijah and I’ll handle everything. Let's go.” I tell them and we carefully walk out of the kids room. Elijah walks ahead, his senses alert for any incoming dangers. I look around too but Venus gets uncomfortable when I’m too tense so I’m trying to stay calm. I look at her and recall the vision I had. I couldn’t see her face but I felt the same way I am feeling right now. The feeling that you have when you are close to your daughter. Venus looks up at me with her big eyes and I give her a smile. “Don’t worry, angel. We’ll be fine,” I give her a kiss on the forehead and she giggles. We reach the bedroom and Elijah opens the door. The moment the double doors swing open, a strong wave of dark aura crashes on me, forcing me to take a step back. Venus squirms again and looks away, as if she’s afraid.