DAISYA thorn pricked around my neck as I blinked back into existence. My hands and my feet were restricted in a place, and the place I was in smelt like warm wet sand. I tried to move my body but it felt like I was contained in a vessel. I opened my eyes slowly, and then I realised where I was. It was a shrine. A strange one. I realised the pieces of the shrine with the dark artefacts that I saw in Poppy’s house, and that nearly made me choke on nothing. The realisation of what had been happening to me came to mind and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. I needed air. I needed water. I tried to sit down forcefully and it felt like I had gained extra pounds just by lying down there. I came here to look for answers about my life. Where did they take me, and where was Daniel? Was it Poppy’s witch that had taken me in? It couldn’t be. Her house did not look like this. It looks serene and nice, not dark and scary.“Hello?” I called out, my voice croaking out. “D… Daisy?” A faint voice whispere
Five hundred years ago. DAISY / LUCY The bell made a screeching sound that made almost everyone in the town hall close their ears with their hands. Everyone hated the sound, but they liked the fun that came right after it because suddenly, there were horses rushing out of the palace doors. The most handsome werewolves and warlocks with their swords strapped around their glistening skin made every girl swoon to their toes. They showed off, and they each raced after their species and the girl they were going to take back tonight. Even the most unflattering women in the pack were chosen but I was never chosen.It had to do with the fact that I was mated to the sons of the alpha, and also, my identity. A half breed. Werewolf-witch hybrid. There were laws put in place that prevented the two species from having affairs even though we lived together, but my parents fell in love. After they had given birth to me, they were executed in front of the entire hall. They had almost killed me too
DAISYI was plunged back from the awful flashback by a series of chants and spells that could not pinpoint. Suddenly, everything came back to me. I was not Daisy Miller anymore. I was Lucy Black, and the feeling was just like I had thought it was going to be. I hated it. The person I was in the past five centuries was who I wanted to hold on to. The one that cursed an entire bloodline, and the one that had started an enmity between witches and werewolves. They had killed me so soon when I was a young eighteen years old child. They deserved it. My throat bobbed when it reminded me of the triplets. History had repeated itself this time. It was not Cedric, Ambrose, and Yves this time. It was Liam, Declan, and Julian. I had grown fond of them… and they most likely knew about the curse. Did that mean that only one of them was ever going to be able to make it and the rest of them are going to die? No way. I was too fond of Declan and Liam. Julian too, and he was the father to my unborn kids
THIRD PERSON’S POVThree months. Three months of sleepless nights, painful days, and brutally long hours were what the triplets had been going through. They did not know what it felt like to not have a mate after getting mated to Daisy. They would often see people getting the withdrawals from their mate being absent but they never thought they were going to feel that way someday too. For Julian, it was even worse than he thought it was going to be. With every day that passed, all he could remember was the ways he would have made her feel special. He had been so terrible to her and now that she was gone, he regretted it more than ever. Even though he knew he started to get a semblance of redemption before she left, the guilt still ate at him every day. His brothers did not even try to hide how they were still pissed at him from what happened almost nine months ago now. Julian wanted to know if Daisy was okay, and he wanted to know if his children had been given birth to. It ate him
DAISY I knew of pain. I knew what I felt when Julian had practically ripped my heart out of my chest and used it to play. I also remember the pain from when I was Lucy Hale— when the triplets had killed me and I was on the brink of death. But none of it compared to the pain I was feeling now that I was lying down in the pool of blood while I was trying to push out my children. I could feel everything and with no one to help, it was pain. My throat was sore from calling out to Daniel to come and help me. It seemed that I had killed him alongside other witches or something had happened. I felt so bad but I didn't even have the energy to. By the time I pushed out the kids, the entire energy in my body was drained and I lay there on the floor, at the mercy of no one while I heard the cries of my children. I felt restless and wished I could sit up and pick them up, but I couldn’t. Not just because of the exhaustion but because of the curse I placed. I was a half-witch, and my children
THIRD PERSON’S POVThe triplets had picked a day and cleared their schedule for when they were going to get their mother. Declan did not know what to expect, because for all he knew she wasn’t even related to any witch in any manner and it was all just a big misunderstanding. But he was not going to forgive himself if he did not at least explore the chance of it, and basically two birds with one stone. He was going to find out about the woman who birthed him and also get help about his mate. They had embarked on the journey that was going to take at least half of the day. They were in their car, alternating to drive every few hours while the others that were not driving read through some manuscripts about witches because they wanted to try and decipher what the journal meant but they had little to no success with that. It was like trying to learn a brand new language. “This is so frustrating man.” Liam groaned as he slammed the big book he was reading shut and leaned his head to the
THIRD PERSON’S POV“Who are you?" Declan asked after a moment of silence passed between him, his siblings, and the other person who eerily looked like them and could be their sibling. He could see the look on her face too. She knew something was definitely wrong when three copies of her were standing on her doorstep on a random day. “More of who are you?” She frowned, eyebrows deepening. “Or who are you looking for?” Declan looked at his brothers, his lips forming into a thin line before he answered, “We are looking for Aurora Hale. Our mother.” The girl’s eyebrows shot up as shock evenly distributed throughout her body. Aurora Hale was the name of her mother who had left her when she was an infant and disappeared into the world. “No way in hell,” she muttered, realisation also dawning on her that the men in front of her were her siblings. She had never thought that she had family anywhere until today. She had craved familial life and support that it almost felt like a joke. “You a
THIRD PERSON’S POVWren drank in the expressions on their faces when she left her room. She did not know how long it was going to take them to find their mate or how far they were going to take her so she did not what to pack. She decided on not to get anything and to hit the road as soon as possible. “You are not going to pack anything?” Declan asked. He took in the outfit she was wearing and judged if it was going to keep her comfortable for the duration they were going to go back to the pack and the last place they presumed she was in. In the research that they had taken over the last three months, they came to the conclusion that she had gone to the woods and she had taken her bodyguard with her who was also nowhere to be found. “No. Do I need more clothes?” She asked him. Declan judged by the time they had and the amount of pressure he was under and decided that he couldn’t wait for all of that, “No, it's fine. We should be on our way Wren.” She agreed to him with a nod before
DAISY One year later. One year had passed since the day I had woken from my coma, and what a year it had been. Today, as I stood before the mirror in my bridal gown, the excitement and nerves intertwined within me, creating a whirlwind of emotions. This was the day Declan and I would become husband and wife, surrounded by our beloved pack, family, and friends.I smoothed my hands against my dress and I smiled when I felt the sheen feeling of the material it was made up of. I had never thought that I was going to be wearing a dress with such luxury as this some time in my life. I had always just thought that I was going to wear some cheap clothes when I came to this pack, even though I thought I was going to get married to Julian at that time. But it never settled in my head to have an extravagant wedding. Yet here I was, in one of the most expensive dresses anyone has ever owned in the pack and being the Luna of the pack. It brought so many privileges that I underestimated what it
DECLAN As I woke beside Daisy, the warmth of her presence enveloping me, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over me. We had shared a peaceful and sensual night together, our worries momentarily forgotten in the embrace of our love. Is has been a month. A blissful month of love as we tried to forget the trials and tribulations our family had gotten through. We were raising our kids perfectly. I had legally adopted them as mine and I was going to raise them as that. I didn’t want there to be anything that was going to stop me from doing the right thing by them. I wanted to be there for them like my father was for me and give them the best childhood anyone could ever ask for. “Declan.” Daisy sighed under my arm, turning and leaning into me. I looked down at her face, her perfect little face. I would go to war for her. All I wanted was to stare at her and wait for her to fall asleep. But as much as I longed to stay by her side, duty called. Today was my coronation day
DECLAN As consciousness slowly seeps back into my mind, I found myself enveloped in a haze of confusion. I blinked, disoriented, unsure of where I was or how I had come to be here. What was going on? The last time I was awake, I was with my children and now I was in this strange place. A strange beautiful place. Everything seemed surreal, as if I were caught in the midst of a dream from which I could not wake. I stood up to my feet and at that moment, I could feel myself float. My entire body felt not as feathery as I walked on the grass, feeling a sense of calmness in the pit of my stomach. It was almost as if I was not depressed about how my mate had died. It almost felt like I had died because my emotions were not present. I looked around, trying to understand where I was, and then, amidst the swirling mists, I saw them. Julian and Liam stood before me, their smiles luminous and their presence a balm to my blank soul.My heart skipped a beat and I stood there in shock, a surge o
DECLAN I couldn't believe it. My brother, my triplet, was gone. I felt like the world was crashing down around me, suffocating me with its weight. I knew it was going to happen one day or the other. Once upon a time, I was fighting for this. To be the only survivor out of the three of us. I wanted this. Yet all I could feel was guilt and the most excruciating pain known to man. I wished I had never been born, because nothing could prepare for the death of both of my brothers. My body felt like it was floating in space as I staggered over to his lifeless body, my heart breaking with every step. Aurora and Wren were sobbing nearby, their grief echoing mine, but I felt so utterly alone. Once upon a time, it was the three of us. We were happy and vibrant even though we had misunderstandings but at the end of the day, we were triplets and we had each other. We have been together since we knew what life was. I was never going to be the same. I wanted my life to end at this point. There w
DAISY As I emerged from the swirling depths of the portal, my heart pounded in my chest with a mixture of anticipation and dread. I thought I had died. It seemed almost too real because I was in the portal that was for the dead. How was I still feeling after all of this? I could feel my consciousness coming back to me slowly. I could feel my fingers move, my body trembling from the trauma it had just gone through and sensation filling my nerves. I opened my eyes and the bright light clouded my vision. I was alive, back where it had all happened. But as my eyes adjusted to the familiar surroundings of our home, a wave of despair crashed over me. It has happened. The breaking of the curse, and Julian. Where the hell was he?I turned to check and there, lying beside me, was Julian's lifeless body, his eyes closed in eternal slumber. A strangled cry escaped my lips as I reached out to him, my fingers trembling with grief and disbelief."No, Julian," I whispered, my voice choking with te
DAISY I dreaded when the day was going to come eventually. It has been almost a month and even though the knowledge of what was going to happen was heavily upon us, we still did not allow that to stop us from being happy. Julian and I have been dreading the day that it will happen but even though we were, we were trying to put on happy faces for everyone. We desperately did not want anyone to remember us being depressed or being a burden. We were warned to relish the days we had left and spend them with positivity. Aurora and Wren have been working hand in hand to start up with the reverse spell.I had told them that I wanted to help since I was the one that created the spell in the first place but they disagreed with me and made me spend more time with my family and friends instead. I had been with Declan and Poppy trying out things I was scared to try out before. We had eaten so much that I was sure I had tried out every delicacy in the pack. We had tried different spots and had go
JULIAN Anger boiled within me and I had to act like it was not eating me up because I needed to put on the best face. The anger was swirling and raging against the injustice of it all. How could fate be so cruel, so relentless to our family? The weight of responsibility bore down on my shoulders, threatening to crush me beneath its burden. I didn’t want to blame Daisy. I really didn’t want to. She was a different person five centuries ago and what she did was justifiable because of what they did to her after. It was not even her fault. But I wished it never happened. I wished my ancestors were not fucking fools and didn’t try to do that to her. I hated everything about how this was unfolding. Lost in my thoughts, I barely registered the soft creak of the door as it opened into my dimly lit room. I glanced up, my gaze meeting the familiar features of my mother, Aurora. The resentment I had felt for her for so long immediately gripped me, churning within me at the sight of her. Even
DAISY Sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over our cozy living room. Today was not the day to be depressed. It has been two days since the news was announced and even though everyone was depressed about it, we knew that we needed to look at the positives. Even if I died, I knew that my children were going to have a great childhood. They were not going to grow up knowing that one of them was going to die and the others were going to survive. I was happy about that at least. It was a day of celebration, a day to rejoice in the new beginnings that lay ahead even if it was without me. After everything we'd been through, it felt like a small victory just to be gathered here together, surrounded by love and family. Poppy and Wren decided on a cute little naming ceremony for us before everything unfolded. I watched as Julian bustled around the kitchen, his excitement palpable as he prepared snacks and drinks for our little party. He had been my rock throughout the p
JULIANThis all felt suffocating to me. I had thought this was over. The pain, suffering, and torment of dealing with loss and grief. But apparently it wasn’t. This time, it was not even someone that was dying on me. I was about to be the one that was going to die. Somehow, I had always thought I would be the one that was going to die first. I was the nonchalant one and didn’t really care about the crown. I knew that I was the less deserving one for the crown and being mated to our mate when we had her, so I was going to be the first victim of the prophecy. But unfortunately, I wasn’t and Liam was the one that fell into its ugly jaws first. I wish I was able to change it. I wished I could go back in time and die first because I could not deal with this. I have created holes in the middle of my room as I walked around. I was fighting the urge to carry a bottle of alcohol and chug it down but I had to be sober for my kids. If I were to die, I didn’t want to do it without anyone remem