ELIANA.“Hi Cory”My lips curled with a whisper as I leaned my back against the wall. “Have you…uhm have you heard from Denver?” I asked the one person who would know where Denver was. Regrettably, I wished I’d done this sooner. And luckily, he picked up. So that would mean he and the Pack were safe. The most of them left for Tombsdale right after the wedding. “Actually,” Cory heaved. “I just spoke with him. He was here not so long ago but he already left” His words forced a breath of relief out of my lips. “Oh my God” I ran my hands through my hair.“What is it? Any problem?” Cory asked. My saliva moistened my dry throat as I muttered. “I’d been calling him all morning and left even a hundred voicemails but he hasn’t replied any. I was just beginning to worry” Beginning…I had no idea how worried I already was.“Oh well, yes” Cory paused. “He hasn’t really been with his phone.” “Typical Denver” I scoffed beneath my breath, taking a seat by the edge of my bed. “One might think he wo
ELIANA. Ivan's hands gripped the steering wheel as he zoomed across the highway. The car was awfully quiet and every second that passed drew slower and slower while my heart pounded louder and louder in my chest.I gazed out of the windows, in search of anything other than this deafening silence because it forced me to confront the million things that were racing through my mind. I didn’t want that. Not now.Now, all I wanted to do was find Denver and know that he was safe.I wanted nothing more at that moment. The car jerked forward, turning into the junction that brought us closer to the Hadder Highway but it was still like half an hour away. A hard lump slipped down my throat.I couldn’t survive the quiet for that long. So I turned to my right, and there was my Grandma who had persistently argued her way into following us. Throughout the ride, I noticed her hands never left mine.They clamped over my fingers with a steady grip and each time I looked at her, she had that comforting
ELIANA.My eyes glimmered beneath the glow of the moonlight and I clutched my chest. I felt my heart skip a beat the moment I saw Denver’s car. His Benz was unrecognizable, dented, wrecked and destroyed. From the looks of it, he seemed to have swerved off the highway, only to come tumbling down the hills with as much speed as he was running.And he’d rammed himself between the ground and the trees.Ivan was several feet below, already scavenging through the messy debris but I just needed a moment to get myself together. A hard, painful lump slipped down my throat at the sight of the wreckage.“Oh my God” Nana was just as shocked. The both of us weighing the chances of his survival. A million thoughts raced through my head at that moment and there was a sudden surge that coursed through my veins.“Denver,” His name escaped my lips. I jerked myself back from the state of shock and now, all I wanted to do was get down there. So, I kicked my feet forward, jumping down the hill without a
ELIANA.Till the earliest hours of the morning, we were still out there, ravaging through the depths and corners of the forest that was bound between both Tombsdale and Oakland. A score of Blood Hound guards led the search and on the other side, Beta Cory and his men took charge. For the past few hours, we’d been at it but unfortunately still, there was no trace of Denver yet. I’d tried everything including a locator spell and our mate bond but nothing worked. However, as I wavered through the wild trees with my hands, I refused to give up hope. As long as we hadn’t found his body, I was confident he was still out there. No one knew Denver more than me, which is why I refrained everyone else from losing hope.He was a fighter. Escaping that ghastly accident was proof enough of that. Now, I assumed the next thing he sought was help. Which meant he wasn’t far after all. That glimmer of hope was what propelled me, through the first hour, the second, the third.And now, the fourth.My
GERALD JACOBS.MORE THAN 30 YEARS AGO.The forest was always my safe space.Each time I found myself getting more and more overwhelmed and angrier with everything, which was a lot of the times this past few weeks, I would come here to find solace. Among the towering trees, their branches stretched out like open arms and it was only here that I could truly breathe. It was only here that I didn’t have to be just the Alpha. I didn’t have to be anything. Just exist.No responsibilities, no Pack duties burdening on my shoulders. Not for the few minutes I’d spend in the forest. I’d known no other life than being an Alpha, it was either that or being the Alpha’s son. But my father died a year ago, I was twenty when I was reinstated as Alpha of the Blood Hound Pack. I had to give up everything for my duty. I had been told ever since I was a little boy that it was destiny to rule. Nothing more, nothing else.And I had done that the past few months, even though nothing could’ve prepared me f
GERALD JACOBS.MORE THAN 30 YEARS AGO.“I met a girl!” I stormed through the chamber doors, eyes wide and my face bright with a smile. My most trusted Beta, Phil turned to me. He was the only one I trusted to ever come close to me and he had been my best friend for as long as I could remember. So of course only he could understand the next words I said.“I met my mate!” My wolf growled free at my attestation and Phil’s jaw dropped open. “Your mate?” He echoed with disbelief. As I took off my jacket, I turned to him. My hands fell to grip his shoulders, out of excitement.“It’s a very funny story.”“I was walking in the forest, on my break when something struck my feet. It was an arrow—“ “An arrow?” Phil asked. “From a hunter. Behold the culprit was her. Susannah, she said” I smiled, recounting that single moment that changed my life.“And she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen” I said softly.“But she’s a hunter?” Phil was just as perplexed as I was earlier. “That’s not even th
GERALD JACOBS. MORE THAN 30 YEARS AGO.“So she was mated before?” Phil asked as I sat there, damp by the edge of my windowsill. I looked out through the fog at nothing in particular. It was raining that evening when I got back. And I crossed my arms over my chest as I wallowed in my thoughts—where I had been for the past few hours and where I would remain for even days to come. Her words kept echoing in my ears, over and over again. The thought of being a second chance mate was something that never crossed my mind but it was my reality now.And the mate bond between Susannah and I was undeniably strong. It was palpable, that even each second that passed that she wasn’t here, I was torturing my mind—my wolf. Because it was no longer that I didn’t know. It was that I did and I was only just hesitant.Which meant my Wolf had already scented her, tasted her and wanted more so each second that I stayed away, I was only hurting my wolf which in turn was hurting myself. That’s how being ma
GERALD JACOBS.MORE THAN 30 YEARS AGO. I sprinted into the forest with halting labored breaths escaping my lips. I threw looks over my shoulder as I stood there, right where we first met. I halted, desperation etched across my face as I looked at the trees.Shafts of the morning sunlight filtered through them and I had to narrow my eyes because my vision dimmed. Suddenly, I couldn’t see so clearly but you see, the moment that I scented her again. The perfect Vanilla cologne with a stint of woodsy mint. She spelled like nature herself, like blooming flowers and a crystal clear sky and then my eyes cleared. It was fate, no one could tell me otherwise because I wasn’t even sure I would see her again. But there she was, standing in a small clearing, bathed in a soft, ethereal light. Our eyes locked into each other and time seemed to pause for a moment. I lifted my feet to walk towards her and Susannah did the same. Tears stung the back of my eyes as I fell into her embrace, holding her
ELIANA."The baby's coming now""The baby's coming now, Denver" I screamed through my teeth, reaching to grasp his hands from the wheeling bed. "I have to go call Thelma to tell the nurses to prepare the birthing room" He replied. Tears welled up in my eyes as I gasped. "Don't leave, Denver." "I'll be right back. I'll be right back, Eliana. I promise." He scrambled through the doors as fast as he could and I heard the echoes of his footsteps draw further away. But just after him, the door opened."Nora" I lifted my eyes to face her. "What's going on? I heard screaming—" She walked into the room before letting out a gasp. "No, Eliana!" Shock filled her eyes as her lips parted with a smile. I reached for her hands and I nodded. "Yes" I muttered, biting into my lips to try and curtail the pain. But really, it was so searing that my eyes rolled to the back of my head. "Ahh!" I yelled as yet another contraction rippled through me. Nora was panicking as I jolted back and forth the bed b
ELIANA.FOUR MONTHS LATER."I'm the luckiest man alive to be here a second time. Those were the first words that he said the last time he was standing here” Cory looked up from the paper in his hands. Though in a wheelchair, his road to recovery was beyond impressive.That he was even here, among us on this special day meant a lot—especially to Denver. I could tell by the way his eyes looked around the adorned hall. He stood there in his stormy grey suit, just as it was the day we got married. It fit him so perfectly that I was jealous. Today, we decided to renew our vows, something to remember the day that really changed everything. The day that we sealed the deal forever and I first called Denver my husband. I looked to Cory at that moment and the tears stung the back of my eyes. Oh how I wanted the day to be perfect, and by perfect, I meant exactly how it was months ago. But in that moment, I realized that wasn’t possible. It couldn’t be like that anymore.For starters, I could
ELIANA.A knock on the door drifted my attention. As I sat in front of the mirror, I couldn't pretend that my heart didn't drop at that moment. I turned around and then Thelma walked in. There was an unsettling look across her face when our eyes that I suddenly stood, Denver beside me. "Alpha Eliana," She pursed her lips. "Someone is here to see you."Silence immediately pierced the air with the thought of Aurora dashing across my mind but then she cleared her throat. "It's—" Thelma paused, darting her eyes between Denver and me. "It's Nathaniel.". She muttered. And at that moment, I swallowed a hard lump down my throat. Denver reached to squeeze my hands. "Nathaniel" I mumbled in disbelief. "He said he really wants to see you" My eyes met Denver's in a lock as I slowly nodded. "It's okay" I whispered. "I'll see him. I'll see him.""You sure?" Denver asked. I forced a smile to my lips."He's my brother, after everything, he still is" My eyes fell from his hands as Denver cleared h
ELIANA.To my Eliana.From Nana. Those words would echo for so long to come. I remember the moment I first held the letter in my hands. My chapped dirt-filled fingernails clinging to the piece of paper with almost as much curiosity as devastation.The grief still hit, like a storm against my face, a sour taste in the back of my throat. The grief was there. But in that moment, I remembered Denver’s words. In this moment too.As I walked towards her coffin which laid open in the center of the fire. The air was gloomy with ash and the warm golden hue illuminated the tears that filled the eyes of everyone that had gathered here—for her funeral. Nana. Just like my Mum, just like Adam—it was a rite.Whenever one of us died, they were to be buried the next day. And my Nana had found a place right next to my Mum. I halted right next to her coffin even though earlier, I had no idea I would be able to do this.I threw a look back at Denver who had paused some meters behind. To allow me a mome
ELIANA. My knees grazed the ground upon where my Grandmother laid and the crown of my head rested upon her chest. Frail, still and quiet. It was the kind of silence that was deafening, that evoked the river of tears streaming down my face. The kind that echoed over and over that my whole world had crumbled, right in front of me—right in my hands. And I held onto Nana's garment, as if maybe I could grasp tightly enough, I may be able to bring her back. But my powers had never felt further from me. Each spell that escaped from my lips was like an echo from an empty vessel. The words didn't form, the winds didn't move. I was no longer a Witch, no longer a Hybrid.Now, those words would've meant the world to me at any moment besides this but right now, right now it was just too much. I cried, right on top of her, I cried until my chest started to ache and my throat was sore and my eyes could no longer bring any more tears.I cried because I had lost the one person that I had—that I thou
ELIANA.The full moon rose that night.At about 3 AM, it had hit its apex. The winds coursed through my hair as I gripped my Grandma’s hands. I could still hear her, even with my eyes closed. Her incantations, her magic.For that moment though, I was taken by the night, bathed in ghostly light. The shadows of Denver and my father, and Ivan, all waiting for things to go south so that they stepped in. I had assured them I had the spell under control but of course they wouldn’t believe me.This was the most powerful type of magic there was, one that I had never done before. One that had never been successful before. But I stood there, beneath the silvery moonlight, clinching onto hope and the enchantment that flowed from my Nana’s lips.I could do it, I reassured myself. I could be something. I could be different and that was the one thing that kept echoing in my head.The fact that I could actually be happy, happy with Denver and my two kids. No one after us, just peace. Don’t we all de
NANA ABIGAIL.For the most of my life, I think I’ve been a horrible person.The mere fact that I was born a witch proved exactly that. I was a traitor, a manipulator, a liar. A liar.A liar.But I wasn’t always like this. We weren’t always like this. Cursed. I was also once a little girl with an older sister she looked up to like a god. A mother that was the best there could have been. I had a family who loved and would do anything for each other.We were Witches. For the longest time, we journeyed across the earth to find ourselves a home. Then we found the haven in Oakland. The people were happy, everyone was happy with my father. He had led us to safety, he had cared for us, all the Witches.We were the happiest we could have ever been. But then the Werewolves came, they too had found a home in Oakland. The town itself, wasn’t always like this. Nestled in the hills and forest, it was a town away from mortal eyes. Its cobblestone streets were laced with enchantment. We had made thi
ELIANA. "Tonight is the night of the full moon."Denver’s voice hit my ears softly as I rolled onto him. I fluttered my eyes open to the little sunlight that poured in through the curtained windows. I couldn’t help but groan tiredly even after the nap I had just taken.It had been the busiest morning, from helping Denver’s entire Pack settle in to preparing for the spell tonight, fyi I didn’t need a reminder because only then did I feel the tension weave through me. And I was barely even awake. My hands wrapped around Denver as I laid on his chest.There was this comfort that came from hearing his heartbeat and being that close to his skin. Perhaps, he knew which was why he stayed still. I felt his hands wrap around my waist too.A deep sigh escaped my lips.I ended up lifting my gaze to him and I caught him already staring down at me. “Ugh please don’t remind me” I groaned softly. “It’s almost like I should just stay here forever” I whispered. Denver’s palms weaved into my clothing
ELIANA.“I regret to inform you that Cory suffered a fall inside the building, and on top of that was almost crushed by some of the debris that had fallen” The doctor explained with a piece of paper in his hands. His eyes fell to Thelma especially whose hands held up her chin in a tragic manner.The remnant of all the tears she had cried clung desperately to her lashes and at that moment, a hard lump slipped down her throat.“With a fall like that and everything that happened, it’s not uncommon to be presented with some signs of head trauma which would explain his partial loss of memory and inability to do the things he was once doing.”I folded my arms across my chest, dashing a glare at Denver. His face was filled with unease and an emotion I couldn’t quite decipher. Like every word that came out of the doctor’s mouth was a thorn poking him in his chest. I saw the way he looked at Cory laying there.That was his best friend. His person. His brother when Blake wasn’t. And he was jus