ELIANA. I’m going to do it.My Mother wrote in her journal the day before.‘I’m going to do the Spell and I’m going to try to save the both of us'Reading through the lines almost felt like I could even hear her. Like I could feel all those emotions that she felt, that led her to make the decision that she did. Heaven knows that was exactly what I was feeling.The past few days, I had spent studying through the spell and also my mother’s journal. In the little time she had, she had documented a bit of her process before she did it too. It was like a way into her mind, and my Nana was around for the most part.That moment, she was sitting right opposite me on the table when I lifted my gaze and our eyes met.“Seen anything?” She asked. I shook my head with a sigh of relief escaping my lips. The plan was to find a reason why the spell didn’t work for my Mother. Perhaps, it was something she’d missed out or hadn’t done so we would avoid a fate like hers.I wasn’t just doing this to save
ELIANA."What are you doing here?" Nathaniel croaked. The winds blew right through my hair as I crept closer to him. He didn't even have to turn around to know that it was me. I had met him hunting, a hobby I figured he'd picked up from all those years in the forest.Met, that was a choice of words. Because in reality, I had done a locator spell that was able to pinpoint exactly where he was.I didn't have a lot of options. It was either that or asking Ivan, the latter which wasn't even close to possible. And I had to see Nathaniel, after speaking to our Grandmother, I realized I had to talk to him too.Finally, he turned around and his eyes were grim and locked into mine. He placed down his bow and arrow, a resenting sigh fleeing from his lips.“I wanted to talk to you, Nathaniel” I stepped forward. “What more is there to talk about after the last time?” He replied flatly. “I’m pretty much the enemy to all of you now when all I did was all I had to to be able to protect myself” He a
DENVER.I walked up to the door.For a moment, I stood still, looking at the ring in my hand and a sigh escaped my lips. My hands rested on the handle before I pushed it open. Immediately, Eliana turned her eyes to me, taking them off from whatever she was doing but it wasn’t up to a second, she looked back.My hand slipped into my pocket as I darted my eyes around the chamber. It was all a mess, like she was ransacking looking for something. “Found it!” I was right because she chanted not so much later. Eliana turned to me and in her hands was a silver dagger. “Oh my God” I couldn’t help but explain as she tossed it gently upon the table. She let out a slight chuckle. “What do you even need that for?” I questioned.“For the spell obviously” She shrugged her shoulders. “It’s a long process and you have to come with a few things, the silver dagger there is also a relic of an ancestral artifact that belonged to my Grandma” Eliana explained, rubbing her eyes as she heaved a deep breath
DENVER. I stood still right in front of my Pack, heavy with disbelief as my eyes trailed the orange-red skies, painted by the cracking flames that had engulfed my home. "Oh my God" A soft gasp escaped from Eliana's lips. My heart pounded in my chest as the heat intensified, matching the anguish that gripped me. The air was thick with acrid smoke, stinging my eyes and burning my lungs. With each step I took forward, the more panic that set in as I caught a glimpse of my people scrambling out for their own safety. Some of them untouched, but the most of them, wounded.Screams of terror echoed through the atmosphere and their faces were contorted with fear. They rushed out from the inferno as the fire spread with great magnitude through the barns, and the cottages. Through the livestock. The windows had shattered and half the building had collapsed.In the midst of the chaos, my eyes sought desperately for the faces I knew. That was before I saw Thelma. And she scurried towards me, her
BLAKE.The room had turned pitch black. The door was nowhere in sight, I had been trapped by walls and ceilings that had fallen all around me. There was no way to make it past the debris—it looked like the end. Perhaps, it was the end.I lifted my gaze to the flames which licked the walls hungrily. One second, I was sitting behind the desk, doing as my brother told me and watching his Pack until he returned and the next, there were just thus inescapable flames that had risen out of nowhere.Of course it happened today. Of course, this had something to do with my bad luck. I thought I could do one thing, I thought I could do this but everywhere I went, the misfortune just seemed to follow.I watched the whole Packhouse crumble to the ground through my hazy eyes. What would I tell Denver—this wasn't my home, this was his home. These were his people, this was his chambers, his bed, his walls.Everything he'd built since our parents died, everything was no more.I just sat there, at the
ELIANA.Not only did the tears in my eyes blur my vision but the dust from the earth shaking and quaking did too. Both Blake and I were underneath it, and Denver was above it. There was a loud thud, deafening. There were so many loud thuds and bangs as the building collapsed.It was only a matter of time before it came down on us. Blake and I knew that so we rushed towards the end of the tunnel to make it out. Each step seemed like an eternity, maybe it was because of how often I threw my head over my shoulders. It felt like I was leaving something behind.I was leaving something behind. "Come on" Blake tightened his grip around my hands and I looked back at him. "Come on Eliana, you have to stop looking back. It's making us slow and we still have some distance to go" Blake gritted through his teeth. His face was glistening in his sweat and his eyes shimmered."Denver" I could only mutter and there was a crack in my voice. "He's...he's still in there. He came to save you, Blake. He c
ELIANA.I sat up in the hospital chair, wrapped in a blanket next to Thelma. The sterile scent of antiseptic hung in the air as the sound of the machines hummed in the background. The rhythmic beeping, the occasional drips of his intravenous and voices echoing from a distance, including Denver’s. He was speaking to the doctor right outside the room while I stayed here to comfort Thelma. She needed it in that moment more than she realized.It was Cory laying in the bed. Although Denver was able to get him and his daughter out in the nick of time, Cory was badly injured. Not only was he trapped inside the burning building where he inhaled so much smoke but some of the broken debris had fallen on him.On his legs for that matter and his back, which had left several bones broken. It was where Denver had found him, alive although severely injured. It was a sight for a sore eyes for Thelma, seeing him again but her heart broke even more when she realized the measure of his wounds. My heart
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