DENVER.I couldn’t believe she was the one standing in front of me. At the start of the ball, I could swear I caught a glimpse of her and a whiff of her vanilla scent in the air. She captured my attention amidst the tens of thousands of people in the crowd.But I shook my head confidently—it couldn’t be her.Perhaps she had been infused deep into my mind that I was now seeing her where she wasn’t, scenting her when she had disappeared for six years now. I remember pushing a hard lump down my throat, forcing her out of my head like it was even possible.For the past six years, Eliana was all I could about.Some days, I was filled with worry about where she even was. Being a rogue was no easy feat, especially with an Omega like herself. She hadn’t been out in the world and it scared me. On other days, I was filled with regret that the other night ended the way it did.And there was a possibility that I would never see her again. The thing was, I didn’t realize how much Eliana did for
ELIANA.Grief came in the morning. The sun was barely out and gloom hung above like clouds of darkness. The air was humid with a little moisture in the atmosphere from last night’s rain. I leaned against the car, praying and hoping it was all a dream but alas, it wasn’t.It happened.Holding Adam’s lifeless body in my hands, or what was left of it—that happened. The bloody gore, the million thoughts racing through my mind. “You have to call for help, Denver!” I remembered chanting and my voice echoed back to me the next morning like a hangover. “Call someone!”“It’s over, he’s gone.” Denver had replied as the rain beat into us, carrying the flood that flowed from Adam’s mauled body down the road. I had never seen anything quite like it. My first initial thought was that an animal did it but the bites into his neck narrowed it down to a wolf.But from the looks of it, it was not an ordinary wolf. That image kept on replaying in my head over and over through the night. I hadn’t slept
DENVER.I drove the car back to my Pack before coming to an abrupt halt. Pushing the door open, I stormed out of the vehicle and headed straight toward the chamber. My heart was pounding with a fiery rage and my footsteps were heavy enough to crush the dry, crisp leaves beneath my boots.I flung the front door open and the metal clang echoed the fury in my soul. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as Eliana's voice kept replaying in my head. "Maybe you're the enemy, Denver." Her words stung like an open wound. "I think it's better we just stay away from each other. You stay on your end and I stay on mine. We don't ever have to cross paths again." How could she think I was the one who killed Adam?Did she not have the slightest idea of who I was? Was I that ruthless and monstrous to her that she thought I would do such a thing?The betrayal sliced through my heart, although I wasn't sure entirely why.I was never one to be moved by what anyone thought about me but eve
ELIANA.“Adam.”The sound of my Grandmother’s voice drifted me out of my thoughts and as I raised my eyes to meet hers, she tried to sit up. “Where is Adam?” She asked again as if I hadn’t heard her the first time.I did. Getting the words out of my lips was just the difficult part.My throat was dry and sour with a hard lump throbbing inside of it. I reached for her tender hands and just as I was about to speak, the door opened. I turned my eyes to Ivan, one of the Pack nurses who usually stopped by to give Nana her medicines.Immediately the door opened, a burst of sunlight filled the room.“You didn’t come home last night” She yawned. Ivan walked up to her bedside, took her temperature and dished out about three different colored pills. He also brought her a plate of porridge to go with. Nana loved oatmeal and porridge, they were her favorite meal.We all had one in the Pack. Ever since we were little, my father trained us to be satisfied and content with natural foods rather than f
ELIANA. “This is the part where I kill you.”At the sound of Denver’s deep voice, there was a rumble in the skies. The air was charged with tension just as he swung across to where the other was. Blake, he’d said. That was his name.Up until this moment, I didn’t even know Denver had a brother. Throughout my stay in Black Mountain, I didn’t see him once, and neither did I hear that name. Which could only mean that they weren’t so close. But watching them tear each other apart wasn’t even on my bingo card.Denver had transformed in a split second, so did Blake. And as soon as the moonlight bathed across their furry skin, the ominous growls of the two wolves reverberated through the night. My eyes charged open but I didn’t leave the shed where Denver had told me to stay.He lunged himself at Blake, slashing across his face with sharp claws. His arms clamped around his neck as Denver aimed to sink his razor-sharp fangs into his brother. But the other, a silver-furred werewolf, a darker
ELIANA. The sirens blared loudly from a distance on this cold autumn morning on the outskirts of Oakland. The wind was in the withered trees and the streets were eery. Why wouldn’t it?News had only just spread that Adam’s body had been found.I mounted the front porch with my arms folded across my chest. I let the breeze sweep through my hair as I swallowed a hard lump down my throat. Shifting my gaze, my eyes fell to my Grandma. She was weeping, utterly broken at the news of Adam’s passing.This was someone who’d stuck with her from the moment she was unlawfully banished from town. He’d sneak out to the cabin with leftover food and was even the first to have the nurses prescribe her some medications. Because let’s face it, Nana was old.She was getting even frailer by the day. But the reason she even made it thus far was because of Adam. I understood her devastation, which made it even harder for me to contain the guilt that ate into my chest. He was devoured by an animal, they sai
ELIANA.“Eliana, wait!” Ivan held out the door as I stormed inside angrily. My fist folded up and my mind was racing with a thousand thoughts.“Eliana!” It took him shouting much louder before I finally came to a halt and with tears in my eyes, I threw a look back at him. “What are you going to do now?” His hands fell to his side and I just shrugged.“Anything but stay here while they’re killing my father slowly. I can’t believe this” I ran my hands through my hair as a tear dropped down mycheeks. “Jaxon must be stopped—““I know that too, we all do. But we have to be wise about it. It has to be at the right time otherwise,” “There is no right time!” I snapped. “You didn’t see my father the other day, I did.” I added.“And I’m not sure how much time he has left, I’m not sure how many doses they have to give him till it’s over but I’m not going to sit back and let it happen” I was about climbing the stairs when Nana wheeled herself out on a chair. Perhaps it was because of the noise b
ELIANA.“Eliana”“Eliana, I’m calling you. Where are you going?” When he reached for my arms, I turned back to face Denver. “Did you really have to come in?” I muttered under my breath.“I had it all under control. Now, Jaxon would be wondering what exactly is going on between the two of us that you had to step in and save the day” I scoffed, detaching my wrist from his.“That’s what you’re worried about?” His hands fell to his hips. “I already told you I can handle all of this by myself—“ “All of what?” He interrupted. “Jaxon!” I raised my voice.“I had it all under control.”“Yeah I clearly saw that” Denver remarked sarcastically and I narrowed my eyes at him. “Come on, Eliana. We’re already passed this. I said I was going to protect you and when I saw him enter the house, I stepped in to protect you” He replied and a light scoff escaped my lips.“That’s the thing Denver,” I paused. “I don’t need you to protect me.”“Six years I spent by myself, all alone. I was doing well protecti
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