Sheila's point of viewI was in a meeting with Morgan and some ranking old wolves from the village pack at the far northern borders of the pack's territory.I could hear nothing except the consistent tapping of my padded fingers against the flat surface of the round table in the court.I had tried to tear my thoughts away, but I couldn't. Killian's words had been hounding my thoughts all morning. I just couldn't fathom his words. And I couldn't quell the rage that kept growing within me every time Killian's words echoed in my mind.I couldn't understand why he still wanted Thea around after everything. I thought he would be ecstatic to have her out of the pack. Several thoughts raced through my mind as I tried to come up with a reason why Killian would plead with me not to throw Thea out, yet.I took a deep breath when I heard the sharp call of my name. I snapped my head to my right where Morgan was seated not far from me.His green careful eyes were on me, watching me closely with co
Sheila's point of view"Sheila," Killian rushed to where Morgan, Maggie, and I were gathered. He moved closer to me, and I jerked up on my feet.My penetrating blue eyes that held my tears and stabbing anguish landed at Killian."Sheila, I swear I was going to tell you–" he started, but before he could speak further, I walked straight past him, grabbing a handful of my dress in my hands, I raced out of the Castle, sprinting into the woods.I was far from in control of anything, especially my emotions. I felt a grueling gruesome sensation steer in my bones. There was deep turmoil in my broken soul. I didn't stop, I kept racing without any direction. I just wanted to stop the hurting in my soul. This was all too much to bear. Just when I had thought my life was finally in order, Thea was pregnant.She's pregnant with my mate's child. Killian's child. She's carrying his heir.I crashed against the earth, shedding tears profusely. I couldn't contain it all within. Thea once again would be
Sheila's point of view I released a small whooshing of air from my lungs as Leonardo's words rang in my ears and made a crack in my chest, allowing so much pain in my soul. When the truth was summed up in those words, I realized it wasn't anything. I shut my eyes closed, and still, those treacherous tears managed to sneak past the jammed gate of my eyes, rolling down my cheeks. "You heard," I said in a careless whisper, knowing his spies at Killian's pack must have known as well. It wouldn't take long before the whole Capital learns of this as well. "I keep my men there to know everything that has to do with my sister," his voice became low and soft. "That bastard is having a pup with his lover, is that okay with you?" No. I hated it. I wanted to murder both that bitch and Killian. I wanted to do everything to vent the pain I felt. But I knew Killian also felt the same pain, we were mates after all. I was up from the chair, ambling to the tall window, my hands hugged my arms tigh
Killian's point of view I pinched the skin on my forehead, exiting Sheila's chamber. I had stayed up all night waiting for her, but she never came back. I had thought she stayed somewhere else, but she was neither in the witches' quarters nor with Brielle and Ria nor in my office. I walked so hastily, like a freaking lunatic who hasn't had his medication yet, as I made my way to my chamber. I knew that was pretty stupid to think Sheila spent the night there when that would be the last thing she'd do. But I was running out of ideas, and I just wanted to find her, to know she was right here in the castle. It didn't matter if she was still mad at me. She had every right to be. What I had done was unforgivable. Even though I hated the fucked up situation, this was all my fault. I had let the devil herself into my pack and gave her rights to me. Rights that belong solely to Sheila, my mate. And now, Thea was pregnant with my child, that was something I never wanted and everyone in the pa
Thea's point of view I stepped out of the washing room, fixing my robe on my body properly, as water trickled down my body. My eyes fell on the figure that was waiting for me on the bed. Immediately, I hurried to the door, and it wasn't even locked from the inside. I sighed, locking it with my magic. I spun around and my brown eyes watched my lover, comfortably seated on the bed. "Seriously, anyone could have easily wandered in and found you here," I said, dumping the towel on the dressing table. I sighted my brooch on the table, grabbed it, tossing it into my wooden drawer. I grabbed a new towel and used it to dry my wet and sticky hair. "By anyone, you mean Killian, don't you?" I heard him say behind me, catching the look on his face through the mirror. "This isn't the time to get reckless, love. If we get caught, everything fails, and my plans of revenge all these years would have been for nothing," I reminded, grabbing a dress from the rack. Believe me, I haven't felt good li
Killian's point of view I kept stroking hard on the paper with my quill pen, moving at a great speed. I was at my office, making my time worthwhile, attending to some pack business. I have never been so grateful for the truckload of work I had to tend to. It was the only thing keeping my mind and soul together, regardless of how tiresome it was and I tried not to think about anything at all. But even with the exhaustion and sleepless nights, there were some things that I wished could be forgotten, like the situation with Thea, while there are some things that I never want to forget, like Sheila. It's been two days since she left the Pack and she hasn't been back yet, nor have I heard anything from her, even though Morgan still somehow communicates with her. It's really so frustrating to be completely shut out, especially when it has to do with my mate. I had never felt so far from her, both physically and through our bond. I couldn't even feel her, or connect with her, I guess she b
Sheila's point of viewI flipped through the pages of the grimoire in my hands. It was my mother's grimoire and passed down to the female witches in my family since it was the females in my family that were witches.My fingers trailed on the words on the page, reading through them. I was in my mother's private spell room on the top floor, going through her stuff.It's been two days already since I have been here at my brothers' pack and I've locked myself in here, reading through my mother's journal and practicing some spells from her grimoire. I just realized my mother was a weaver. Every witch had a special gift to their magic. It all came differently. Some witches were channelers, capable of channeling magic from anything that had magical energy in them.Some were weavers, like my mother, also known as creators of spells. We had the visionaries, who could have a glimpse of the future, the healers, and a lot more.Sometimes, a gift usually surfaces with time, but so far along with V
Sheila's point of viewI was in my chamber. And I just couldn't fall asleep after my conversation with Leonardo. I couldn't stop thinking of the so many possibilities that Thea could have a lover and her child wasn't Killian's.And I wished that was the case. But I only sounded like a mate who was trying to refute the obvious truth that another woman was expecting her mate's child.That was exactly how my newfound theory and suspicion sounded to me. But I didn't care how I sounded. I had always trusted my gut feeling, and I always knew something about Thea was off. She was capable of doing anything to remain in Killian's pack and keep us apart. And I gave her what she always wanted by leaving the pack.Valerie was right. I shouldn't let her get everything. I sighed, falling on the bed. My eyes fell on Killian's letter that was on the bed beside me.I reached for it, pulling it open. I felt a tug in my chest as my eyes began to carry each word. I couldn't fight the pain that enveloped