ELIANA.My feet grudgingly struck the ground as I sat up. A yawn parted my lips and I consecutively ran my hands through my messy hair. Once my fingers hit the silky, uneven sheets of the bed, last night's heated memories came flooding back to me."No no. Shit" I clamped over my lips as blood rushed into my face. The hairs stood on my arms as I paced around the room. I couldn't believe it happened. I couldn't believe last night happened at all.As my palms fell, so did my lips. When I reached the mirror, I halted for a moment. Staring down at my reflection, my fingers traced the ends of my skin until they grazed against my bruised neck. Denver's bite had nearly healed although there was still a scar there.I feared there would always be a scar for the rest of my life as a reminder of last night. It was just supposed to be the ceremony! But my wolf, Aria came on so strong. I batted my lashes each time I remembered. The last thing I wanted in my head was Denver.But even as I woke up to
ELIANA.“Elijah” I brought my eyes to rest upon my son from across the dining table. “Pass the salt please” I gestured. I realized he had barely eaten his food when Nana was already done with hers.He got up, taking the salt bottle in his hands before walking up to me. I did hold him back for a second. “Is everything okay?” I asked, looking between him and his Nana.“Someone has a long face and a short appetite” I teased, tickling him a little in his sides and he let out a soft chuckle. “Tell me, what is it?” I asked. He ran his hands over his head. “Nana when can I go hunting again?!” He squealed and I scoffed surprisingly. “Again?” I turned to my Grandma. “He went out with Ivan during the day. Relax, it’s not somewhere so far from here—““And we got the rabbit that we’re having for dinner!” Elijah pointed to the steak on my plate and I gasped. “No…” He chuckled. “Surprise!” I whisked him into one arm as he playfully struggled to break free. The truth was I couldn't even be mad at h
ELIANA.“What the actual hell was that about?” As soon as the doors closed, I leaned my back against it. Looking it up my Grandma, she was almost just as surprised as she was puzzled. My face scrunched up in intense worry, especially when Carys started banging on the door again.I fastened my body to hold firm against the hinges but her banging became more and more incessant and powerful. I was confused. “What’s going on?” Nana asked, wheeling her chair to face the stairs.“Go find Elijah, and make…” Carys banged. “Make sure he’s safe” I wasn’t sure what exactly the witch wanted from me but I needed to make sure that my son was safe before anything else. One hit through the door caused a piece of wood to fall to the ground and as Nana made her way up the stairs, Carys was finally able to burst through.I fell to the ground with my hands as a tornado of winds broke through the door. And when I looked up at Carys, her eyes had turned pitch black. Her feet no longer grazed the ground an
ELIANA.I gazed down at Elijah, laying him to sleep for the second time that night. My fingers swept through his hair and a sigh escaped my lips. I pulled towards the door, knowing as soon as I stepped out, I’d run into Denver and his million questions. I knew he'd have even more. I saw his eyes and how he looked at Elijah when he walked across him.When he hugged me.And they were full of questions and calculations in his head. It may have been silent at that moment but the unsaid words between us were deafening. I tore my eyes from him, taking Elijah upstairs.I could only dodge Denver for so long and even at that moment when I stood with my hands against the door, I didn’t even know what I was going to tell him. My heart was pounding against its sternum and my mind was racing with a million thoughts.I pulled the door open. There he was, leaning against the wall across the corridor. His eyes instantly met mine and the tension was palpable. “I don’t…I don’t even know what to say”
ELIANA. “I don't…I don't understand”“My Grandfather died in the Great Fire and it was an accident. Nana told me they figured out it was something electrical in the temple…” “Well did it ever occur to you that the only people that died in there were werewolves?” Denver asked me and I gulped down a hard lump.“Oakland’s filled with Werewolves” I denied and he scoffed. “It wasn’t an electrical fire, Eliana. Neither was it an accident. My mother died in that fire and it was because of Aurora and ultimately because of me.” He said and it struck a chord in my chest, hearing him talk about the first woman he loved.I didn’t even think Denver had it in him love.Maybe it was because of Aurora, maybe she was the one who changed him. I lifted my eyes to him as he began.“The Witches and the Werewolves never mixed. For centuries, we both hated ourselves and were mortal enemies” I’d only read that in books. I, for one never thought that witches existed until Carys showed up.“Why?” I asked. “W
ELIANA.I had voices coming from the basement even before I pushed open the door. It was the next morning so my guess was that Carys was finally awake and while my Nana tendered to Elijah, I climbed down into the basement. Unlike the upstairs, there were no windows here so it was quite dark, besides the candle light that flickered in the corner of the room.“What are you doing?!” His voice reverberated the walls as I thrusted myself forward. “Denver!” I called unto him. He threw a look over his shoulders. “You’re awake,” He noted.“You said we were going to take it easy on her. We’ve already established the fact that Carys was compelled to come down here. We have to get her to trust us.” I whispered beneath my breath, hearing her groans and grunts coming from behind.“Screw trust” Denver cussed, tearing himself closer to where Carys was.She stood in the center of the basement but her arms were tied to each wall on the opposite side. Her bruised face fell to the ground on which her f
ELIANA.I sat on the living room chair, still reeling in the aftermath of everything that had just happened before me. It was hard to not get shaken up, and even harder to watch Denver wrap Cary’s pale lifeless body up into a bag. He dragged it up the basement and across the room until he got outside.A tear dropped down my cheek when my Nana inched closer to me.“I didn’t want her to die” There was a crack in my voice and a nod which she gave back to me. “I know” Nana whispered. “She didn’t have to. Her only offense was being compelled.”“She was trying to kill you” My Grandma seared through her lips. Denver had said exactly those words to me. He even had to scream it into my ears repeatedly for it to register in my brain. That, and the whole curse thing was just a lot to unpack.“It was either you or her…” Denver had fastened his grip around my wrist. I remember how I quivered earlier, letting my eyes on Cary’s body across the cold basement floor with a stick that went into her bac
ELIANA.I looked at my reflection in the mirror as I combed through my hair and it was then I heard a knock on my door. I didn't have to turn around to see my Grandmother come in. She folded her arms across her chest and her eyes bore enough worry for the both of us.It was an hour to midnight now. Denver and I should have already been on our way. I realized that I got up. It was hard to move my legs inside of deep-blue resplendent ball gown Nana had given me. She said it belonged to my mother.No wonder her eyes grew moist when I finally turned back to her."You look just like her" There was a crack in her voice. I faced the mirror again, the corner of my lips curling into a faint smile. My hands soothed the corset that hugged around my torso tightly. The gown was elegant and meticulously crafted and I was surprised it was even my size in the first place. But it was perfect.Especially for tonight.And the comfort from my Grandma's words seemed to be all I needed at that moment. "Don